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[98] Anthony || ChilledChaos

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It completely made your day watching your brothers best friend pull on the dress you wore to your freshman prom.

It was gaudy- and looking back now, you regretted every second of wearing it. But it undoubtedly looked worse on Anthony, which both you and your brother Steven found hilarious.

It was a game of truth or dare that spurred the dare for Anthony to put on your old dress. Previously you'd spilt your secret of putting gum in someone's hair in tenth grade.

"C'mon Ze, how long do I have to wear this shit?"

Anthony grimaced at the sight of himself in the mirror, grumbling when Steven started to cackle to himself. Unbeknownst to Anthony, you were bringing out a plastic tiara to complete the look.

When he turned around, you immediately jumped him and wrestled the tiara onto his head while he attempted to thrash out of your way. In the end, you had succeeded and filmed Anthony wallowing in his shame with your dress on and a tiara perched upon his dark hair.

You'd known Anthony for six years, since PAX in 2014 when your brother dragged you along to meet his gaming friends affectionately known as the Derp Crew.

Ever since you shook that socially awkward nerd's hand in the middle of a crowded convention centre, your heart was stolen.

Since then he'd gotten older, and hotter.

Steven always scoffed and rolled his eyes when you made a comment about Anthony's appearance. But you knew he was only being a protective older brother.

"Y/N, I swear on my mother's meatballs I'm gonna kill you if you don't let me take off this stupid dress," Anthony muttered, glancing once more at your phone camera before you put it away.

You had one last good look at him before you burst out laughing and agreed to let him take it off.

He stripped almost immediately, throwing the tiara halfheartedly at you. "I fucking hate this game. Truth or dare, dummy?"

Steven sat back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other as he got comfortable. Anthony immediately collapsed on the other side of the couch, running a hand through his hair to somewhat fix it after the tiara incident.

Steven shot you look, knowing exactly what you were about to do.

"Dare, Chilly Willy." You spoke cheerfully, plopping yourself down on Anthony's lap sideways before your brother could make an effort to stop you.

Anthony, used to it at this point, merely wrapped an arm around you to keep you steady on his lap as he thought up a devious dare.

"Alright then, I dare you to piss off your brother without leaving my lap."

You narrowed your eyes at Anthony, but he only shrugged. "I wanna see if you can do it. Plus, I love seeing Steven get all red when he's annoyed."

Steven huffed, reaching out to kick Anthony lightly. "Man, screw you guys. Stop stealing my sister Chilled. You're always ganging up on me."

You poked your tongue out at Steven, shifting even closer to Anthony. "I have the perfect way to piss off my brother. You ready Anthony?"

The confused Italian man glanced down at you with perfect timing, giving you the once in a lifetime opportunity to kiss Anthony.

You heard your brother choke on air as you kissed Anthony, attempting to release all the pent up feelings you'd had for him over the past years.

In the three seconds that felt more like three hours, you swore your dreams came true.

Anthony seemed shocked when you pulled back, holding your breath and nervously looking at him.

"Dare... complete?" You murmured, wincing against the tension in the room.

Your brother was as red as a tomato, fists clenching at his sides while Anthony was silent and still as stone. Your heart damn near skipped a beat when he looked into your eyes, going a little red in the face.

Without warning, Anthony leaned in and kissed you at his own accord. It wasn't soft like yours had been. His free hand curled around the back of your neck as he kissed you hard, completely ignoring your fuming brother sitting not too far away.

Steven was probably the only reason you weren't already taking things further. But that didn't stop Anthony from kissing you again, biting your lower lip for just a second.

You leaned back, your heart racing and a spark catching fire in your stomach. Anthony was smiling, cheeks flushed from what could only be nervousness.

Before you had the chance to say or do anything, your brother spoke. "Y/N, go upstairs."

He sounded deadly serious, which was never a good sign. Steven was always level headed, he tended not to get angry and aggressive unless the situation was bad enough to require it.

A little reluctant to leave Anthony with your pissed off brother, you whispered a soft apology before getting off his lap and heading upstairs like a dog with its tail between its legs.

You collapsed onto your bed moments later, letting out the nervous breath you'd been holding in since Anthony stopped kissing you.

It didn't take long for the yelling to start, but you could only hear your brother so far. Guilt flooded into your heart and you couldn't get the image of poor Anthony being yelled at out of your head.

This was all your fault.