ChillyWilly is typing...
"I demand a rematch-!", Anthony said, scowling indignantly. Ze's laugh echoed through the Skype call, directly followed by overlapping commentary from both Smarty and GaLm. Anthony groaned.
"Seriously? Just one match? But you kicked ass-" Ze cut him off, and mentioned that Anthony usually wins anyways, causing him to twitch.
"So, rematch!?", Anthony cried out, earning a muffled 'yeah bitch' from Smarty. Steven rolled his eyes.
An hour later and Anthony was ranting loudly, Ze having won three more games.
"This is bullshit-!"
Exactly, ChillyWilly~!" Anthony's scowl hardened and he pulled out his phone. After several minutes of quiet, he finally spoke.
"Check twitter, you cheeky bastard." Ze, GaLm, and Smarty all quickly checked twitter, before Smarty burst out laughing.
"W-Wait... 'I challenge Ze to a gay challenge-?' What the fuck?", Smarty coughed, still laughing. Anthony glared at his camera as Ze protested.
"Nope!"
"Why? You scared?"
"...No."
"Then do it-!"
"..."
"Accept. The. Challenge. Instinct scum."
Silence.
GaLm chuckled, confirming that Ze had indeed accepted the challenge on twitter. Steven frowned to himself. He hadn't meant for the teasing to go this far, but now he was stuck with this. After everyone said their goodbyes, Anthony looked down at his vibrating phone. Adam.
BananaMan: hey bby :*
You: what do ya need
BananaMan: Just thinking about pax east
BananaMan: Derp crew'll be at your place right?
You: oh uh yea
You: im excited heh
BananaMan: Would you mind at all if stopped by?
You: you coming in for pax?
BananaMan: Ofc
You: oh well yea sure
You: ze'll be super pumped to see ya
BananaMan: Well thanks
BananaMan: Ttyl babe I gotta record a thing
You: WITHOUT ME?
You : heartbroken ;(
BananaMan: Ikr I miss u already bby :****
You: well seeya :)
Anthony chuckled to himself at Adam's silliness. His affection nearly rivaled the bromance. However, Anthony personally liked ZeRoyalChaos better. Anthony wasn't going to be ANYONE'S bitch. Especially not a fictional version of Adam's bitch. The thought pulled another laugh out of him and he started editing the video, titling it 'SO IT BEGINS' when he finally started the uploading process.
Adam Montoya was browsing Anthony's youtube channel, his eyes sharp with a strong feeling of betrayal that was not shown by his false smile. He had seen the twitter posts. This was like the beginning of a terrible fanfiction. He wouldn't stand for it. The video suddenly appeared on his feed and he watched it. After scanning every facial expression, he determined that Steven was very clearly head over heels for his Anth- for Anthony. He pulled up a tab on his desktop, having opened a program. He entered in Steven's phone number with cautious precision. It was an anonymous text program that could generate a random I.P. address, should the text be tracked. Very simple, not illegal stuff, but easy to see through if you knew what you were doing. He entered a nicely worded text, a genuine smile finding its way to his face.
You: Steven, drowning would not be suitable for you. I want to feel your blood on my fingers and lick it up. I know it'll taste terrible, just like you. Your existance makes the world a much worse place. Love,
S
Adam sighed, sending it and closing the program.
Steven looked up from his mashed potatoes and green beans as his phone went off. He had forgotten that he'd accidentally turned it off of vibrate. Picking it up and silencing it, he goes to his texts. Anticipating a snarky text from Anthony, his smile falls from his face as he sees a strange number, not from a place he was familiar with, the first three numbers being odd. However, his blood went cold as he read the text from 'S'. Hands shaking, he took a screenshot, eyes wide.
You: Chilled hoty Ffuxk
ChillyWilly: what's up bud?
You sent a picture.
ChillyWilly is typing...
ChillyWilly is typing...
ChillyWilly is typing...
ChillyWilly: jesus um well its prob a prank right? Or some spam shit. who tf goes by 's' anyways xD
You: ...Anthony...
ChillyWilly: sorry Im not of more help just please listen. its def one of those two things i promise steven okay?
Steven stared down at his phone and his heart ached. He was lucky to be best friends with Anthony.
You: Okay Anth, I believe you... Anyways I should be excited for seeing you TOMORROW night!
ChillyWilly: SAME BRUH :D
ChillyWilly: also, 'Anth'? is that my nickname now?
You: Shut up
You: Maybe
ChillyWilly: fine, but your nickname is now Steve
You: ew no omg make it better
ChillyWilly: like what? 'Prince?' You are royalty after all ;)
You: Yes I am a prince now
ChillyWilly: well, if you get any more of these stupid texts, just tell me, my prince
You: Okayyy
Steven looked away, eating another spoonful of mashed potatoes before almost choking, looking back at his phone.
You: wait wAUT I MEANT HITSTFEVY
You: JUST 'PRINCE' NOTT 'MY PRINCE' OMH
ChillyWilly: heh
ChillyWilly: wanna just stay up? im kinda... not too tired.
Steven thought it over and figured no sleep would probably be better than the nightmares that might come from the text.
You: Mhm... Actually, can you call?
ChillyWilly: Skype?
You: no just regular calling im lazy trash ATM
Steven picked up the call immediately, grinning.
"Heyyy dude I'm eating dinner."
"Do you have any stake?"
"Fuck off."
It was four hours later and Anthony found himself still talking to a half-asleep Steven. After a few moments of quiet, Anthony chuckled, knowing Steven had drifted off. He let himself sink into his bed, content. He smiled to himself, not feeling lonely for the first time since the breakup. But this was a different kind of feeling than that with her. Steven was his friend that would always be there for him. Anthony felt lucky.
When Steven fell asleep, he didn't have a text-induced nightmare, but instead he dreamed of Anthony. Nothing else, just Anthony's soft face and warm, protective arms.