Disclaimer: So I don't own the characters in this story, however I do own this story.

A/N: Just so everyone is clear, I am using the characters, Ian McKinley and Erin Ulmer, from Final Destination 3, but honestly, this has nothing to do with FD3 the movie. Sorry. R&R.

ERINS POV

"Ian, I love you."

His eyes dropped to his feet and he dropped my hands. I couldn't believe I let that slip out of my mouth like I did. It was an accident.

"Erin... we've been through this. It's over, and it always will be. I'm not going to keep doing this to myself. I'm leaving McKinley for good. I'm sorry. Bye."

With that, he turned. He walked to his van, got in and drove away without even a last glance back at me. He was gone now. Forever.

I woke up. I hate that dream. It really is the worst. I have been having that dream now for almost 2 weeks, every single night. It's completely unavoidable and it kills me. But every morning I wake up, and Ian is laying next to me fast asleep. When I wake up, I realize its all just a dream, but for some reason, I can never shake the feeling that its trying to tell me something.

I pulled back the cover and slipped out of bed. My feet hit the cold hardwood floor and I shivered. Our house was always too cold. I grabbed one of my hoodies off the floor and slipped it on, before walking out into the living room.

I flopped down on the couch and turned on the tv. Nothing on tv as usual. So I just settle for crappy MTV music videos. I ended up watching half of a video before deciding to get something to eat. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge when I felt two hands slide around my waist.

I jumped, "Jesus Christ Ian. You scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry baby. I didn't mean to." He said as he snuggled his face into my hair.

"It's okay, just some warning next time would be nice," I chuckled. "Do you want something to eat? I was thinking about making some breakfast if you wanted some."

"Mhmmm... food sounds good. What are you making?"

He let go of my and walked over to the table and sat on a chair. I don't know how he can walk around our house in just boxers and not freeze. I constantly have on sweats and hoodies. He's insane.

"Well, I was thinking I could make eggs and pancakes... Then maybe we could take a shower and maybe plan on spending the day together? That is, only if you want to." I winked. I knew he would love the idea of us taking a shower together. He says he loves washing my back for me when i cant reach it.

"That sounds perfect. But what do you want me to do while you slave away, Pip?"

"I want you, to just sit there and look gorgeous, like you always do and just keep me company while I make your breakfast. Okay?"

He sighed and sank down in his chair.

"Yes darling, anything you wish." He smiled.

I walked over to him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He tried to make the kiss deeper, but I pulled back.

"No making out until after we've both brushed our teeth. Sorry babe."

I laughed as he pouted. I walked back over to the stove and began to cook the eggs and pancakes.

Life with Ian McKinley is officially the most perfect life ever.

A/N: Thank you for reading. I would really appreciate reviews! I don't know if this story is worth continuing or not. Thank you.

I will update as soon as possible. Thanks.