disclaimer: I don't own FD3 or Erin or Ian.
A/N: New story! Woo Hoo! I hope you guys like it. It starts off a little weird, but I think it's gonna get good. Read and Review. :D Thanks.
Erin was always the most popular. She hung out with the "it" girls all her life. That is, until she turned 15. On her 15th birthday, November 4th, 2006, her whole life flipped upside down.
She had always hidden her family from her "friends". None of them knew about the bruises. None of them knew about the fights. None of them knew about the cuts.
But on November 4th, Ian knew.
Ian lived next door to Erin. He didn't know her, and in his mind, he didn't want to. He saw her a lot. He heard her talk on the phone, and he didn't like the way she dressed. But he was never one to judge solely on appearance.
It was about 10:00 PM. Ian was sitting in his room, door locked, music up loud. He heard a noise from next door. A loud noise. Loud enough to hear over his music. He got up and walked over to his window. He saw Erin sitting outside on the curb, bent over, looking like she was about to throw-up. Ian was a nice guy. He grabbed his coat and a blanket and ran out the door, completely ignoring his drunken mothers protests.
He got outside and walked over to where Erin was. She was crying, hard. He knelt next to her and placed the blanket around her shoulders. That startled her. She jumped and turned around.
"Shit. You scared the shit out of me." She paused and looked at the ground. Her lip and nose were bleeding. "Thanks. For the blanket. I'm Erin." She turned to Ian and smiled. She offered him her hand. He held out his and shook hers.
"I'm Ian. Why don't you come inside? We'll get you all cleaned up and ill make you some tea or something. would you like that?" He tried to be as sweet as possible. After all, she was kinda cute, and he did have a soft spot for red-heads.
"That's sounds great. My parents won't care.'" She looked at the ground. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "They wouldn't care if I died." She mumbled.
Ian got up off of the ground and helped Erin to her feet. It felt awkward to him, but he placed his arm around her and led her inside. Lucky for Ian, his mother, carrie, was passed out drunk on the couch; his father hasn't been home in 6 years. Ian led Erin into the bathroom. He grabbed gauze and hydrogen peroxide and began to clean the blood away.
"oww.." Erin whined. Ian thought it was kinda cute, but he pulled it away.
"Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"
"No, sorry. It just stings a little, but I know its better if we do it." She smiled. Ian finished cleaning her up and took her to his room.
Ian's room was painted black, his bedding was red and his carpet was gray. Erin liked the way it felt. To her, it felt like home; a thing that she's never had.
"So, what kind of tea would you like?" Ian asked awkwardly.
"I'm okay. Thanks for everything. You're real sweet." She smiled. "You go to McKinley High right?" Ian nodded. "I've seen you around. I didn't know you lived here though." A long pause. "It was my dad."
Ian looked at her, "what?"
She pointed at her face as she sat down on his bed. "He hit me. He does it a lot. I guess that since mom's gone, and he can't beat on her anymore, he has to beat on me. This time, I didn't deserve it. I didn't even say two words to him. Sometimes i wonder if he even knows what he's doing to me."
"Have you called the police?" Ian asked, he sat down next to Erin on the bed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug.
"No. I'm afraid. I don't want anyone finding out about this. My friends don't even know where I live, let alone know what my dad does to me. They've never seen the bruises, they've never heard the fights. They wouldn't understand. They think that I'm someone that I'm not." Erin started to cry. Tears fell fast from her beautiful blue/green eyes. Suddenly, Ian felt like he wanted to make all of her fears and her tears go away. He felt like he wanted to take care of her, not just because she was hurting. But something inside of him, felt the urge to take away everything bad from her life.
"Why don't you just crash here tonight? I don't want you to go back to your house. Not unless you desperately need to." Ian said. Erin looked up into Ian's eyes and smiled. She had never felt so loved and so cared for in her life. Something inside her just screamed, STAY. So she nodded.
"You can sleep in my bed, and I'll crash on the floor, or on the couch, if me being in here weirds you out." Erin giggled and shook her head.
"If you want, you can sleep in the bed with me. I don't want you to be too far away from me." Ian blushed and Erin giggled again. "Or, you don't have to. It's up to you."
"if you want me to sleep in the bed, then I will." Ian smiled and Erin nodded.
"Would you mind if I borrowed a shirt to sleep in though? I'll just wear this same outfit tomorrow, but I don't want to sleep in it."
"Yeah, hang on, I'll get you one." Ian got up and walked into his closet. Erin laid back onto Ian's pillows. She smiled. The pillows smelled really good. Ian cam back out with a shirt in his hand and tossed it to her. She picked it up. It was a longer black Sex Pistols t-shirt. She looked past the shirt to Ian.
"Who are the Sex Pistols?" Erin asked innocently.
"They're an old punk band from London, in the 70's. They were amazing. Here, I'll let you listen." Ian walked over to his stereo system and popped in a CD. A song started up. This was definitely music that Erin had never listened to, but she liked it. No, she loved it. She moved her head with the music, and soon, she was up with Ian, jumping around and having fun.
After a couple songs, Erin sat back on Ian's bed and laughed. Ian turned off the stereo and walked over to the bed and sat down.
"That was the most fun I've had in a long time. I really like that band. Maybe, you could mix me a CD of them sometime." She smiled.
"Yeah, I will. Well, hey, it's late, we've got school tomorrow. You wanna get changed? I'll just wait outside the bedroom. Just open the door when you're done." She nodded. Ian walked out and shut the door. A couple moments later, Erin opened the door. She was standing in his room, wearing nothing but his shirt. Ian smiled. She looked hot.
"alright." Ian walked in and walked over to his closet. " You look good in that. If you want, you can keep it." Ian slid off his shirt and pants and threw them in the laundry.
"Thanks, and sure. I do like it. You know, today's my birthday." Ian turned around and looked at her. He smiled. "Happy Birthday Pip."
"What's pip?"
"Well, honestly, I have no idea. Just a little nickname I guess." He laughed. Erin smiled.
"Well okay... Zip." Erin laid down in bed, under the covers and Ian walked over. He turned out the light and crawled in bed too. He was sure not to get too close, but Erin snuggled up to him.
"Ian?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything. For being a great friend, even though we just met. For helping me. For letting me crash here. Just for everything. It means a lot to me. You're seriously a great friend." With that she kissed Ian on the cheek and turned away.
"You're welcome. It means a lot that you want me here." Ian smiled and hugged her.
They fell asleep that night, in each others arms. They just met, but Erin knew something was gonna change. Ian knew something was going to happen. They both knew it was for the better. And they loved it.
A/N: Hope you liked it. If you want a new chapter, let me know. I'll get it up asap. I wanted to do something a little different than usual, so I hope it's good. Let me know what you thought of it.
reviews are LOVE. Thanks. Love, Sammy
