Title: Operation Mistletoe- 2/4
Disclaimer: Smosh, Ian, Anthony, mistletoe, nope, don't own them. I do own my story though, even though none of it has really happened, along with the fictional characters in it. There, happy, SOPA and PIPA?
Summary: Ian an Anthony are having a Christmas party, but Ant's mischievous cousins have some plans for the evening!
A/N: This doesn't count for the December challenge, obviously, but I had worked really hard on this and felt like posting. Kill me, if you must, for posting an out-of-season story. ;) Oh, and it's all written already. The story ended up being 17 pages long, though, so I had to break it up.
OH YEAH, and later in this story, Kalel is made to look bad. I didn't mean to hate on her, but I needed to come up with a situation that would result in the favor I needed it too for the story. Okay that's all, promiseee.
Phase two would be harder than the first. There could be bumps along the way. It had to work, though. I mean, my cousin was totally blind to love. All he thought he cared about was a pretty face. That’s exactly what “Kalel”, or Kristen, her real name, was. Just eye candy. We just had to make sure he ended up with Ian, though. For like, literally my entire life, I had to watch them being just friends, when it was so obvious that they’d be perfect together.
There was, though, their girlfriends. Now, Melanie was awesome. She actually agreed with me and Em. She was willing to break it off with Ian, knowing they’d grown distant, and that they’d be better off separated. Kristen, though, was a whole different story. She basically had the IQ of a peanut. I don’t wanna’ be a jerk, but seriously. The girl was pretty, but show her a math problem and her face would go blank. Obviously, there was no way she was going to negotiate and break up with Anthony. We’d have to get involved. I thought it over a million times, whether or not it was the right thing to do, but eventually decided that it had to be done. Sure, we were about to wreck Anthony’s relationship, but only to give him a better one. As for Kristen, erm, Kalel as most know her, well, she could get any pretty boy she wanted.
I shook my head, shaking away my thoughts as I followed Melanie and Emily down the hall. I took Emily’s shoulders and stopped her at the end of the hallway, watching Melanie continue, a poker face plastered on her. I made eye contact with my sister, and we both nodded before squatting beside the wall, peering past the doorway into the living room to watch Melanie.
“Gosh, I can’t watch. I can’t,” Emily said, covering her eyes. “I don’t care if it’s for a good cause, breakups are so sad!” I rolled my eyes and dismissed her to go work on Kalel. That would be hard, but she’d have to try alone. I had to make sure Melanie and Ian’s breakup went smoothly.
I sat on the couch, smiling and nodding toward the group of people near me, talking about some recent news I wasn’t paying attention to. My mind was elsewhere at the moment; I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier, or even figure out what it was. I just knew that Anthony went through whatever I did.
“Hey, Ian,” I heard from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. I turned my head to see Melanie and smiled up at her.
“Hey, Mel,” I replied, moving over to make room for her on the couch. She sat down and smiled her brilliant smile, flashing her white teeth. Something seemed off about her; her smile didn’t last, her eyes didn’t match her happy tone. I sighed. “Okay, what’s up,”
She just looked at me for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next. “Ian,” she sighed after a while, “It’s just…we’ve gotten really distant. I just feel like we can’t really give our full hearts to each other…” she trailed off and looked at me with teary eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it after I realized I didn’t know what to say. Was she getting at what I thought she was getting at?
“Well…I mean…” I looked up at her, a sad smile upturning her lips. I sighed. “You’re…you’re right, Mel,” was all I could say. What else could I say? We had grown apart. She seemed more distant. We didn’t talk much anymore. Maybe there just wasn’t a spark.
“Look, Ian,” she took one of my hands in both of her small, dainty ones, “being with you has been so fun. A perfect relationship. It’s just,” she looked down, tears threatening to escape her eyes, “I just think there’s other people that we could give all of our love to, you know? I feel like we haven’t found exactly who we need,” I raised an eyebrow. Honestly, I had no idea what she meant, but I knew that this was it for us.
“So,” I said cautiously, “you think…you think we should, like, go ou separate ways,” God, this was awkward. Why were we even doing this? Why was she even breaking up with me?
Melanie laughed her comforting laugh and looked up with glossy, wet eyes, smiling her bright smile again. “I never want to part ways from you, Ian. Promise we’ll always be in each other’s lives,” I smiled a small smile, unable to resist,--her smiles were contagious--and nodded.
“Of course, Mel,” She smiled brightly again and leaned in to hug me. When she pulled away, we were quiet for a few moments before I sighed, “So, this is it?” Her smile faded a bit, but didn’t disappear.
She nodded. “I guess so. I know you don’t really get why I’m doing this, but trust me. It’ll make sense eventually,” I shrugged and nodded, then stood up with her.
“Friends?” I said, smiling weakly. She giggled and hugged me.
“Best friends,” she said into my shoulder.
Well, I guess that was that.
…what just happened?
Everything seemed to have worked out with Ian and Melanie, or so it looked from ten feet away where I was spying the whole time. Ian, after hugging Melanie and watching her walk away, turned toward the hall I was in. I squeaked nervously and booked it back to the guestroom before he got to the doorway. I closed the door and held my ear against it, listening to Ian’s footsteps fade as he walked down the hall.
After the sound of footsteps faded away, I cracked open the door and poked my head out into the hall. The cost was clear. Quietly, I made my way down the hall, putting my ear to each door as I went. I stopped at Anthony’s room, where I heard Ian’s voice. The door was ajar, and I slowly pushed it open just enough to see in. Both Ian and Anthony were sitting on the edge of his bed. Anthony’s arm was around Ian’s shoulders, which made me want to squeal right there. I held it in, leaning in close to eavesdrop.
“I’m sorry, man. I know it’s tough,” Anthony said quietly, patting Ian’s shoulder. It looked like he was just comforting his friend. Ian turned his head so I saw the back of his bowl cut, making eye contact with Anthony. I couldn’t see either of their faces, which I pouted at.
Ian shrugged. “It doesn’t really hurt. Not really. It was almost like a mutual break-up…I guess.” I vaguely saw Anthony nod his head.
“So, why did you guys even break up? I’m confused.” It was quiet for a moment after Anthony asked.
“Well, I kind of am, too. She just said we were growing apart, and that there were better people for us, people we could give more love to. Some emotional crap like that. She said I’d understand it better eventually,” he said before sighing. “I just wish I understood it now,”
Ugh, why did I have to do this? Getting Anthony’s girlfriend to dump him, or the other way around, was the least planned out part of the plan. How was I supposed to know how to do it? Heck, I didn’t even want to be pulled into this whole thing. Katie and I both thought Ian and Anthony would be cute together, sure, but this was just too much for me. I wasn’t exactly as mischievous as my sister. So, why was I even going along with it? Doing the hardest part alone?
Because I was an awesome sister, I decided as I walked through the house to find Kristin. And, maybe because my sister was kind of like a leader for me. Whatever. Right now I just had to focus on finding this chick, and some pretty-boy that didn’t know Anthony was her boyfriend.
“So I was like, oh my God, bananas have calories? It was crazy,” I heard a peppy voice say. I turned to see Kristin laughing with a few girls. Bingo, I thought, then quickly scanned the room. I saw some dude chugging eggnog across the room and quickly approached. After a moment of awkwardly staring up at him, my neck bent up to look at his tall form, he lowered his cup and looked down at me.
“Hey, kid. Can I…help you?” He talked in drunken slur, and swayed slightly while waiting for my response. Who invited this guy?
“Um, yes,” I said quietly, “You see that girl over there? In the shirt that could fit a small dog?” Slightly red eyes looked up and followed my pointing finger across the room. He nodded, eyes scrolling up and down her body. He smirked.
“Hell yeah I do. She’s lookin’-” he paused to hiccup, “fine over there,” Another hiccup. “Why you ask?” I wiggled my finger for him to lean in. Me being so much smaller, he squatted down to my height and leaned in close. I almost gagged from the alcohol scent that blew across my face from his mouth.
Without breathing I whispered, “Well, she’s been bummed out. You know, no guy in her life. And between you and me, she thinks you’re totally hot,” He pulled back and raised his eyebrows as to say, “are you sure?” I smirked and nodded. “Yup, that‘s right. I say you go talk to her. She likes when guys approach her, not the other way around,” He made a noise that sounded like a slurred chuckle, then straightened up, checking her out again. I shuddered; it looked a beast staring down fresh meat.
I watched him fumble across the room over to her. Watched the weird looks her and her friends gave him, his stupid expression as his lips moved nonstop. I wondered what he was saying over there. Of course, Kristin probably wondered, too. Ugh, this guy was a totally loser!
Still, Kristin seemed to get the idea. Within a minute, she exchanged flirtatious glances as they talked, twirled long, perfect hair around her fingers, batted her long, fake eyelashes. I scrunched up my face in a grimace when she put a hand on his arm, laughing at something that must’ve been much less than funny. Was she really flirting with him? Apparently. Well, it was a good thing. It was the plan.
The plan! Right. What to do after getting her to be all giggly and stuff with peanut-IQ boy…get Anthony, that was it. I looked around; he was nowhere in sight. I pushed through the crowd hurriedly, making my way to the hallway. I looked down to see if he was anywhere nearby. No such luck. With an aggravated grunt, I turned back to the room full of dancing, chatting, drinking, and laughing. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Kristin and her new “friend”. My eyes must’ve been bulging out of my head.
Kristin had her hands on his hips, body pressed against his, lips mashed against his own beer drowned mouth. He looked like he was trying to eat her face. I wanted to puke, scream, and smack them both across the face at the same time, but of course, all I could do was stand frozen like an idiot. After a minute, I snapped my mouth shut, squeaked something incomprehensible, and booked it down the hall. Katie would know what to do, right?
I breathed as silently as I could, leaning in close to the bedroom. It was a bit hard to hear their quiet words with the loud party down the hall, but I could manage.
“KATIE! Problem! Katie!” Emily nearly shouted as she ran over, stomping through the hall way. I shushed her quickly and signaled for her to get down.
“It can wait,” I whispered, gesturing to the crack in the doorway with a nod of my head. We positioned ourselves so we could both peer into the room to see Ian and Anthony sitting on the bed talking.
“Yeah, just wait, you’ll be over it soon,” Anthony said, patting Ian on the back.
“I guess so,” Ian replied with a sigh.
Emily pulled me back from the doorway, causing me to land on my butt in the hall. “Okay,” she said quietly, “I know this is the most adorable moment ever, but things with Kristin are going a bit…well…let’s just say it’s a good thing we’re breaking them up. She’s out there playing tonsil hockey with some drunk loser!” My jaw dropped.
“Are you serious?” I whispered loudly. She nodded. “Wow. Well, we’ve got to get Anthony to see it!”
“No,” she quickly replied. I raised an eyebrow. “That’s the point. Do you know how hurt he would be if he found out what a cheater she was?” I pursed my lips and thought for a moment.
“I guess you’re right…Well, what are we supposed to do?!”
I couldn’t figure out how to help here. Ian looked wicked down. I mean, who wouldn’t, right after a breakup? All I could do was sit there and try to comfort him, which didn’t seem to be helping much at all. Still, as a friend, I had to be there for him. I sat listening, nodding and replying and offering crappy advice when needed. My phone was being blown up with texts at the moment, drawing glances by Ian to the iphone laying beside me on the bed.
“You should check your phone,” he mumbled, mouth covered slightly by his hand holding his head up, propped up on his lap. I shrugged and checked. They were from Kris-um, Kalel.
Hey babe, wher R U? cant find u.
Um, heloooo? Ansr meee. ):
ANTHONYYY? Txt backkk. R u ignoring me???
I rolled my eyes. All the texts had come in the last ten minutes. I sighed down at my phone. “What’s up?” Ian asked, looking up at me. I shook my head and mumbled about it being nothing, typing back a quick response.
Sorry..Ian’s going through a lot of shit. just need to be here 4 him.
I looked back up at Ian and smiled, relieved when we matched mine with one of his own. At least he wasn’t as down as before. He was definitely still troubled, though. His eyes almost spoke sometimes, and right now they were saying he was upset, confused, or something.
BUZZ…I blinked away from Ian’s eye contact and looked down at my vibrating phone, sighing. What was that, thirty seconds? I opened the text from Kalel.
Wow. Srsly?? I swear to god Anthony, U care more about ian then U do about me. im ur gf, remember???
I replied saying I’d just be a couple of minutes and went back to talking with Ian, now about random things like always. It felt nice. Normal. Not like the rest of the night had seemed to be going.
Before I knew it, Kalel texted again.
You kno wat Anthony?? Its time U make a choice. Srsly. Its me or him.
I gawked at the phone, not knowing how to respond. What the hell was she talking about? So I wanted to be there for my friend; what was the big deal? I shook my head down at the phone, and Ian stopped mid sentence about some You Tube video.
“What happened?” I rolled my eyes. Kalel could be a real pain in the ass. I couldn’t possibly choose between my girlfriend and best friend. I opened my mouth to answer Ian, but was interrupted by another buzz of my phone.
Weeellll??? Im waiting…? Just get over the ug-face and get out here. <3
That was the last straw. Fine, she wanted me to choose, so I’d choose.
Emily and I sat scratching our heads in the hall, trying to decipher what the heck was going on in there. Ian kept asking Anthony what was up and stuff, but he wasn’t really answering. Text text text, that was all he was doing. He definitely looked upset, even from outside of the room. More upset than Ian, who was distracted from the whole Melanie thing. Ian’s only worry seemed to be Anthony as he looked at him with confusion.
Anthony looked up eventually, and a small smile erased the pout on his face. He took a deep breath and shrugged. “Well, I guess I can join the club,” Ian turned his head and cocked it to the side in unison with Emily and I. We couldn’t see Ian’s face, but he was probably just as confused as us. Anthony laughed a nervous laugh and said to make himself more clear, “We’re both single, now. Guess we get to deal with it together!” My jaw dropped, and I looked down at Emily, who looked up with the same look of shock. Whoa, what the heck just happened?
“Dude, really?” Ian asked, surprised. Anthony shrugged and nodded. “Wait, why? What happened? When--now? I don’t get it,” I watched Anthony’s hand go up and cover Ian’s mouth, silencing the questions I wanted to scream. He chuckled and dropped his hand back down, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry about it. She just…wasn’t worth it. Now come on, let’s get back out there. Can’t wait to deal with the soon-to-come diva attack from her,” both guys laughed and stood up. I flailed around, eyes wide, and jumped back from the door, yanking Emily away. We fumbled to our feet and ran down to the guest room.
Hehe, there's part two! Sorry I'm posting it so soon, but a few people really wanted the second part posted quickly. Two more parts to go! (: