Snow Days (Anthony)

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha curled up against the warmth in his bed. Still half asleep in dream land. It was such a nice place. The world of Nod, nothing bad ever happened there. He dreamed that the entire world was made of candy and he could walk around and eat everything and everyone. This made him hungry. Very hungry. Hungry like a wolf. Woof woof. Ant Yawned, stretching his arms over and hitting that warm lump in his bed again. Okay, what the fuck had crawled into his bed this time? He yanked away the blanket, thinking that Boo was curled up underneath it.

Alright, when had Anthony shown up? And why couldn't he remember this?

Whatever, one mystery at a time. Ant climbed out of his bed, instantly freezing as soon as the warmth went away. He glanced down, making sure he was dressed. He was. Thank god. Now with what little feeling he had left he reached over and covered his friend back up. Let the poor thing sleep. Ant jumped down the stairs, forgetting about whatever shirt he wanted to put on. Breakfast was needed.

Mayu was already in the kitchen; wearing her favorite pajamas and singing along with the radio. "Hey, Shortie. When did Anthony show?" he reached over for two mugs of coffee, which was already brewed thanks to his baby sis. She always was up first and had everything ready. "Last night, got stuck near our house and spent the night. No school today, way to much snow. Made omelets." he loved how his sister tied everything together like that. "Thanks May." Ant carefully balanced the food and coffee in his hands before heading back upstairs.

"Anthony, wake up. And put a shirt on." he laughed, setting the food and coffee beside his friend and then ripped off the blanket once more. Waking up was now to-do number two on his list. Ant sat on the other side of the bed and started eating, staring at the boy as he woke up. Up, up, and away. Like superman.

[Anthony Martin]

Anthony was not the only one is dream-land. Although, Tony's dream were not nearly as childish as Antosha's were, they were nice and he wished the world was like his dreams. Everything would have been easier if his dreams were reality. He wished he could have his family back, and a day were Zac was quiet? That'd be the best miracle he could ever have. For sure. Anthony didn't even stir when Ant got out of bed or moved the covers around. He was too deep in his own dream-land to notice the real world. When Ant left, the boy shifted in his sleep, and by the time Antosha got up to the room again, this time with coffee and food, Tony was on the middle line. He was on the middle line were you're kind asleep but not really, you want to keep being asleep but you end up waking up, that kinda line.

"Anthony, wake up. And put a shirt on."

May was correct in every right, Anthony did get his birthday gift Hybrid Toyota car stuck in the snow. The storm last night had been absurd, good thing he got stuck were he did. Of course the poor bookworm had fallen down like 12 times before he reached Ant's and May's house, but he got there, soaked by the snow. May had helped him and got him some hot coco and everything was good after that. But until that moment, Tony had been utterly miserable. He hated getting stuck in the snow. A moan of agony was heard from were Anthony was previously sleeping. He was tired, he didn't want to get up. With the blankets gone he shivered slightly and lifted his head. He looked at Antosha with a glare that could scare Death himself, he reached over and grabbed his mug of coffee before yawing and taking a sip.

"I bet I'm stuck here... My car must be buried in snow by now... My books and stuff are in there too..." he said softly, he was still a bit dazed since he had just returned to real life from his dreams. He sighed and looked around, were was his shirt. Oh... that's right, he had fallen in the snow and so his shirt was soaked through with melted snow. He had hung it up to dry somewhere. Damn, he'd have to find it, since he had no others clothes until he was able to get out of May and Ant's house and go back to his own home. " I'll have to find it... My shirt, I mean, I had to hang it up to dry... I can't remember where it is now... Must be cause I'm tired." Anthony replied and held onto his coffee mug for dear life, it was warm and his hands were cold, so no wonder he held onto it.

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha snuggled into his bed with his butt, making a small indent into the covers. "Oh well, if you stay you stay. Eat your food, it'll warm you up." He didn't flinch at the glare, in fact her didn't react at all. The eggs and cheese called an omelet was yummy and so warm. It made him warm from the inside, more so then the coffee would. Ant leaned over the boy to his coffee and downed it quickly. Now he was fed, and caffeinated. All that was left was getting dressed. Which meant for Anthony too, something that presented a problem. Anthony had no shirt to change into. So Ant had to provide him one. Fucking hell.

"Man your not even getting out the door. Fucking blizzard outside. And don't worry about your shit, we got stuff for you to do here." Despite all his harsh words-and harsh appearance-Ant really did care about his friends. So he stood up, ruffling his friends hair before opening his bottom desk drawer; pulling out two long sleeved black shirts. "Throw this on." He threw the shirt at Anthony, yanking on his own before settling back on the bed. Once his friend was dressed Antosha arranged himself behind him, reaching over for the remote and turning on the TV. Family Guy. Fuck. "Alright, chose a channel. May is taking a shower soon probably so you won't get the chance."

[Anthony Martin]

Anthony looked over at the omelet and smiled. May must have made it. She was such a sweet girl. Ant must be spoiled having breakfast ready when he got up. Tony sighed softly and grabbed his food and sat with his legs dangling off the bed as he looked around. It had been a good while since he visited this house, but it seemed that nothing had really changed. Which was good, Tony didn't like change too much. He preferred that everything stay exactly the way it was, mostly that was his introverted side talking. Tony grumbled darkly when Ant got up and messed up Tony's hair. Anthony spent the next minute or two fixing it, which was useless since he hadn't brushed it after getting up so it was already a mess. But it just seemed to be one of the many small things that showed off Anthony's bisexual-ness.

Anthony looked over at Antosha and smiled that 'I'm such a sweet and naive goody-two-shoes' smile he had. "Yeah I know it's bad outside... I'm the one who got stranded and had to crash here remember?" he said and chuckled softly. He almost missed catching the shirt, but he caught and slid it on, hiding the large scars on his shoulder from his childhood dog-attack and hopefully keeping in some heat. Anthony ate his breakfast, sipping his coffee quietly. Anthony watched as Ant turned on the TV. He frowned when Family Guy was on, he had to admit, American TV was sucky. He reached behind him and stole the remote from Antosha with a small smile and started flipping through the channels.

" TV sucks in the morning... " he said in between sips of his coffee. " Got any good movies? Ones that don't, excuse my language... suck ass...?" he asked and looked at Antosha then looked at his brown bangs and frowned. " Maybe a hair brush too? I know an openly gay guy like you must have a comb or brush or something... " he joked and laughed shyly. Apparently Tony was awake enough to be timid and bookworm-ish like normal.

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha chuckled. He had to. Really? Like he wouldn't have a brush. What kind of crack was Anthony on to think that? And where the fuck was he getting it. Pssh, not sharing the crackly-ness. Ant jumped up and walked into the bathroom to collect his brush and comb. Alright... Please dear god say his face did not look like that. Ant gasped and leaned into the mirror, his eyeliner smeared like crazy under his eyes-making him look even more like a raccoon. He paused long enough to wipe it all off before going back to his bedroom. "Your kidding, right? You know we have movies. Just tell me what you want."

Ant folded himself back behind Anthony, pulling the guy into his lap to be able to get at his hair. Yes, he was going to brush the guys hair for him. He was just a nice friend that way. This was blamed on the coffee. He picked up the brush and smiled, beginning to run the bristles through the guys hair. It was smooth, and shiny and soft. So fluffy. Anthony's hair reminded him of a guy. He moved closer to sniff it. It smelled good too! "Are you addicted to hair products, My-ah sladkaya?" he grinned, knowing the foreign word would stump the boy. Yes, he called Anthony My sweetheart- but mostly just to mess with his head. Russians used Russian. Logical fact.

[Anthony Martin]

Anthony sighed again, it must have been second nature to the brown-haired boy, Tony sighed all the time. He watched Ant leave and then return with a brush, of course the whole brush-thing was a joke, but when he reached out for it, the Russian went right around him. He frowned, this was going to be just like spending time with Zac. He looked behind him and then looked upwards in thought. He hummed for a second before smiling, "Indiana Jones... I don't care which one, I need some adventure in my otherwise boring lif--"

Tony was cut off when Ant grabbed him and pulled him into his lap. Tony let out a small noise, probably one that came from shock. Was Antosha seriously going to brush his hair for him? Well, that was the typical Ant. He sighed in defeat though, cause really, a fight between Ant and Tony was already decided. Ant would totally kick Tony's ass, Tony was slim (not skinny) and not nearly as tall while Ant was a giant and could easily overpower Tony any day of the week. He felt the brush run through his 'mane' (as Zac calls it). It was really nice, very relaxing really. He closed his eyes but not for very long because he opened them once Ant began to speak. " Quit using Russian, you know it bothers me when I don't know what your saying..." he said and flinched when the brush hit one (very small) tangle. He chuckled a bit though, if Ant was able to see Tony's face, he would notice the small amount of redness come to Tony's face. " I--I'm not addicted to hair products... It j--just takes a lot t--to take care of it..." he said and stuttered a bit, admitting that he cared for his hair so much was a bit embarrassing. "And I like m--my hair the way it is... I have a thing against d--disgusting hair..."

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha frowned, lightening his brush strokes so that he wouldn't cause that tiny flinch again. Sure, it was barely noticeable, but Ant noticed a lot of things about people. "No, no. You have to be more specific then 'Indiana Jones'. Seriously. Have you not seen our movie collection?" He chuckled, using the brush to try and tickle the boy's side. Tony was fun to tickle. But tickling led to other things he was sure Tony would say no to. Because he seems virgin-like that way.

"And I will quit using Russian when I quit being Russian, My-ah sladkaya." He stuck out his tongue, leaning over the boy's teeny shoulder to lick his cheek. That's when he did notice the blush. Something it looked like Tony didn't think he'd catch. "YOUR A TOMATO!!" He gasped, wrapping up his friend in his octopus arms. So adorable. Not only was he blushing but he was stuttering. God it was so childish it made him giggle. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me Mr.Addict. I'll make sure you get help for your girlish tenancies." He chuckled again, leaning back to start brushing his friends hair again. Damn it was fluffy!

[Anthony Martin]

Anthony sighed, " It doesn't matter to me... I guess Raiders of the Lost Ark is my favorite..." he said softly. He had seen their movie collection, it was like the Titanic of movie collections, no pun intended. He shifted slightly, letting his legs stretch out, of course they were short (much shorter) than Ant's. He sighed again, but this time it was a happy sigh. Tony liked brushing his hair (or having it brushed) it was a comforting notion. He frowned though when his friend said he wouldn't stop using Russian. It kinda made Anthony nervous, knowing that Ant could be calling him a horrible name and Tony would never know.

Though when Antosha decided to lick Tony's cheek, the smaller boys face got even redder than it was before. He gasped a small bit and then heard what Ant said, he immediately covered his face with his hands to hide the blush, or maybe to hide from the world in general. He felt Ant wrap his long arms around Tony and then talk and then go back to brushing his hair. Man, the coffee must have really affected Ant bad. " Thanks But I--I'm pretty sure everyone knows a--about my gay-tendencies... " he said and sighed, " I get bullied a lot... Mostly cause I'm a loser but... I guess they could be jealous of my hair..." Anthony actually laughed at that, considering he was bisexual anyways, people beating him up because of his hair was the least of his worries. If anybody found out about the liking he took to sappy romance novels and hot guys, he'd be beat up every day for being Bi and a nerdy loser.

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha chuckled, putting down the brush and leaning back on his hand. "Really? You could watch anything and you chose that? I mean, I may not be a huge movie buff but come-on. Eh, whatever." He jumped off the bed, careful not to catch any of his limbs on the short guy on the bed. Might as well grab the movie while he thought about it. Maybe he could snag some more coffee.. If his sister was feeling generous. Which... She probably wasn't. "SHORTIE!" He jumped down the stares, being rewarded with a glare from the cat Ant managed to step on.

Well.. It was in his way.

He grinned at his baby sis, holding out the empty coffee mug. Yes! She took it, which left him to grab movies of.. Movie-ness? Whatever. He grabbed the stupid indian jones movie and paused, migrating towards the girlie section. They were both gay here.. Plus.. It was just one of those days. So Ant gave himself a pat on the back and grabbed some of those crying-girl movies. (he'd have Anthony explain later) This left him without coffee, without company, but with movies. Such fun?

"Shortie... Coffeee?" he looked around and saw the coffee mug sitting on the counter, she was gone. EH, probably shopping. Girls seemed to do that a lot. It was a girl thing. Ant grabbed the mug and went back upstairs, grinning like a mad-man at Anthony. "Where was I... Yes! Toaster, every one is jealous of your hair. Girls love its.. Pluff and boys love.. Well they like your ass. And you know what? Fuck them. Embrace the gayness, and if people give you hell? Come to me. I'll shut them up." Ant handed the movies to Anthony and settled back onto the bed, yawning loudly. One of those jaw-popping yawns that sounded way more painful then it really was.