~*~*A/N: Okay. This has been in the dark for a while, but we've finally decided to do it. Ian and De are writing a collab together. This is a Star Wars/LoTR collab, with the usual BreeGirls gang. It's a spinoff, as well, and takes place in between "A Crackheaded Return to Mordor" and "Daytona". If you haven't read the BreeGirls collabs, you might not understand this. The first chapter is in De's PoV and is pretty much an intro and some background on Ian. Enjoy! And...May the force be with you!
~*~*ONE: Introduction*~*~
I threw the last of my tank tops and shorts into my suitcase and jumped on it, forcing it shut. Kristin stood next to me, and rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure it would have stayed shut if you'd closed it like a normal human being," she said.
I stuck my tongue out at her.
"You're just jealous because I get to skip school and go away for a week with Ian to Bermuda," I said.
"Well, yeah," Kristin replied. "Wouldn't we all be?"
I laughed, and hauled my suitcase off of my bed, grunting. It was heavy.
"How did you meet this Ian kid anyway?" Kristin asked. "All of a sudden you come home and you're all like, 'Ian, this' and 'Ian, that'."
"Well," I said, sitting down. "I thought I told you."
"You didn't."
I gave a wry smile and launched into the story.
"I was on the line buying Lord of the Rings tickets the other day - you know - when I went to see it with Lauren. I bought the last ticket before it got sold out, and Ian was right behind me. He was kind of pissed off, so I decided to sneak him in with us."
"Really."
"Yes. Anyway. I had him walk in next to me, and there were so many people walking past that the guy who was ripping the tickets didn't even seem to notice. We got past him, and Ian basically professed his undying love for me and Lauren."
"And now you're going to Bermuda with him? I don't get it."
"Well, you know I hung out with him the other day," I said. "And the day before that."
"Are you screwing him?" Kristin asked, sitting on my bed. I rolled my eyes.
"Please," I said. "The guy is no Aragorn."
"Is he hot?" Kristin wondered.
"He's not Aragorn."
"Obviously. But is - he - hot?"
I paused.
"Sure," I said. "But he's no Aragorn."
Kristin laughed, and stood up.
"Come on," she said. "You're going to be late to the airport."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Bye!" I yelled, as Kristin sped off in her black pickup truck. I sighed, and lugged my bags towards the doors.
"So how many times do you think we can see Lord of the Rings in Bermuda?" came a voice behind me. "Seven? Eight?"
"Ian!" I said, turning. "Let's roll. We're gonna miss our flight."
"Nah, we won't," he said, following me inside.
"Flight 2931 to Bermuda now boarding at Gate E. Last call for Flight 2931."
I gave him a look, and took off, sprinting.
We ran towards Gate E, weaving in and out of crowds and ducking around small groups of people. We apparently made it just in time, being as they were starting close the doors. We quickly found our seats, and sighed simultaneously. I shot him another look and settled back into my seat.
"Dumbass," I muttered under my breath.
"Hey! We got here, didn't we?" Ian asked, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back.
"Barely," I replied, narrowing my eyes. "You're so lucky we made it."
"Yeah," he laughed. "Or what? You were going to smite me to Mordor?"
That's one thing that Ian wasn't cool about. He didn't believe in my visit to Mordor with Kris, Lily, and Jess.
"Maybe I would," I said, raising my eyebrows slightly.
"Right," he scoffed. "And I'm the King of Gondor."
"You never know when you'll have an adventure," I said philisophically. "Stranger things have happened."
"Okay," he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and whacked him in the shoulder. Ian was cool and all...but did he *have* to mock me every five seconds?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We're finally here," I said, grinning as I stepped off the ramp in the Bermuda Airport. "I love this place."
"Any movie theatres around?" Ian wondered, falling into step beside me.
Leave it to Ian to only think about Lord of the Rings while on a beautiful island with a hot chick, such as myself.
"Let's go find our rental car," I said, pointing towards the exit. "You can worry about Middle-earth later. Who knows? Maybe Gandalf will show up."
"Yeah. Right. And maybe I'll invent a time machine while we're at it."
Oi. This was going to be an interesting vacation, for sure.
~*~*A/N: Ian? Take 'er away!*~*~
~*~*ONE: Introduction*~*~
I threw the last of my tank tops and shorts into my suitcase and jumped on it, forcing it shut. Kristin stood next to me, and rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure it would have stayed shut if you'd closed it like a normal human being," she said.
I stuck my tongue out at her.
"You're just jealous because I get to skip school and go away for a week with Ian to Bermuda," I said.
"Well, yeah," Kristin replied. "Wouldn't we all be?"
I laughed, and hauled my suitcase off of my bed, grunting. It was heavy.
"How did you meet this Ian kid anyway?" Kristin asked. "All of a sudden you come home and you're all like, 'Ian, this' and 'Ian, that'."
"Well," I said, sitting down. "I thought I told you."
"You didn't."
I gave a wry smile and launched into the story.
"I was on the line buying Lord of the Rings tickets the other day - you know - when I went to see it with Lauren. I bought the last ticket before it got sold out, and Ian was right behind me. He was kind of pissed off, so I decided to sneak him in with us."
"Really."
"Yes. Anyway. I had him walk in next to me, and there were so many people walking past that the guy who was ripping the tickets didn't even seem to notice. We got past him, and Ian basically professed his undying love for me and Lauren."
"And now you're going to Bermuda with him? I don't get it."
"Well, you know I hung out with him the other day," I said. "And the day before that."
"Are you screwing him?" Kristin asked, sitting on my bed. I rolled my eyes.
"Please," I said. "The guy is no Aragorn."
"Is he hot?" Kristin wondered.
"He's not Aragorn."
"Obviously. But is - he - hot?"
I paused.
"Sure," I said. "But he's no Aragorn."
Kristin laughed, and stood up.
"Come on," she said. "You're going to be late to the airport."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Bye!" I yelled, as Kristin sped off in her black pickup truck. I sighed, and lugged my bags towards the doors.
"So how many times do you think we can see Lord of the Rings in Bermuda?" came a voice behind me. "Seven? Eight?"
"Ian!" I said, turning. "Let's roll. We're gonna miss our flight."
"Nah, we won't," he said, following me inside.
"Flight 2931 to Bermuda now boarding at Gate E. Last call for Flight 2931."
I gave him a look, and took off, sprinting.
We ran towards Gate E, weaving in and out of crowds and ducking around small groups of people. We apparently made it just in time, being as they were starting close the doors. We quickly found our seats, and sighed simultaneously. I shot him another look and settled back into my seat.
"Dumbass," I muttered under my breath.
"Hey! We got here, didn't we?" Ian asked, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back.
"Barely," I replied, narrowing my eyes. "You're so lucky we made it."
"Yeah," he laughed. "Or what? You were going to smite me to Mordor?"
That's one thing that Ian wasn't cool about. He didn't believe in my visit to Mordor with Kris, Lily, and Jess.
"Maybe I would," I said, raising my eyebrows slightly.
"Right," he scoffed. "And I'm the King of Gondor."
"You never know when you'll have an adventure," I said philisophically. "Stranger things have happened."
"Okay," he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and whacked him in the shoulder. Ian was cool and all...but did he *have* to mock me every five seconds?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We're finally here," I said, grinning as I stepped off the ramp in the Bermuda Airport. "I love this place."
"Any movie theatres around?" Ian wondered, falling into step beside me.
Leave it to Ian to only think about Lord of the Rings while on a beautiful island with a hot chick, such as myself.
"Let's go find our rental car," I said, pointing towards the exit. "You can worry about Middle-earth later. Who knows? Maybe Gandalf will show up."
"Yeah. Right. And maybe I'll invent a time machine while we're at it."
Oi. This was going to be an interesting vacation, for sure.
~*~*A/N: Ian? Take 'er away!*~*~