May's Note: Hey guy's I recently realized that Blantly isn't a word...that's Ian's word, I mean I use it a lot for him...like when he's talking; I guess Blantly is a cross between blankly and blandly... somehow I made it up...thought it was real...but it's not -- I'm gonna stick with it anyways K? Because it suits Ian, really well. :D Lol

Breakable

Chapter 10- Phone call

For the last two days, since New Years, I've been trying to find a way to get away from Ian-not that I had a problem with him I just had to call Kay and ask him about Ian's birthday and calling in the house didn't seem like such a good idea, since Ian had a habit of coming out of nowhere. I was beginning to opt for going shopping for clothes. Well not really, just tell Ian that so he won't come with me.

At the time I was grabbing some clothes from my drawer, and getting ready to go, thinking that I didn't really need to tell Ian where I was going. I mean it's not like were some married couple or something. Eeep disturbing thought there. I don't think Ian and I will ever ever get married, no worries. But that could be just mean, what if he got worried? I almost smirked at the thought, Ian was not gonna worry, I'd just go.

10 minutes later I left while Ian was in the shower. Thinking that I couldn't tell him anyway, so why get all worried?

I headed towards the plaza a couple blocks away, I think I saw some clothing stores there. I'd just buy a shirt or something so it wouldn't be weird. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Kay's number. It rang a couple times, for a moment I thought he wasn't going to pick up.

"Hello?" Kay said.

"Oh Hey Kay" I said after a moment I didn't think he was ever gonna pick up.

"Is something wrong? why'd you call?" Kay began questioning

"Ummm I called becasue I wanted to know when Ian's birthday was, or is."

"His birthday was on New Years" Kay said, sounding a bit confused "I told you that already."

"Then why didn't he tell me?" I asked.

"I already told you this too; his birthday makes him sad." Kay said, his tone bored.

"Why does his birthday make him sad?"

"That's something you'd have to ask him, he'll probably kill me for telling you what I have."

"Come on, seriously. If he didn't tell me his birthday, why would he tell me about it?" I said, suddenly really worried.

"I can't tell you. I'm sorry." Kay said sincerly.

"No! I want to know, is there somthing wrong? Is Ian okay?" I asked urgently, why was it sad; there had to be something wrong, not just weird.

"I'm glad you care so much" Kay began, making me blush lightly as I realized I did care, sure Ian was sarcastic and mean some days, but he ...wasn't all that bad, I didn't want whatever was making him sad to keep happening, whatever it was.

"But" Kay continued, "its just not my place to tell."

"Kay, please , it's not like I'm gonna tell anyone. I won't. Really." I pleaded, as much as I didn't hate Ian, he would probably never tell me whatever it was everyone was keeping form me.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't beleive me."

"Come on, of course I would beleive you."

"No. You wouldn't."

"Why not?"

"It's not something that can only be told. It's something that has to be seen and proven, to become believable."

By now I was throughly scared. What's making Ian sad is unbelievable...what on earth could it be...? I felt my heart feel slightly cold and distant, like none of this was happening... it was just to unreal.

"Please, tell me" I whispered, the fear making me have a sudden desperate need to know.

"Ask Ian." Kay said, just as seriously.

I'd stopped walking by now and was just trying to figure out everything in my head. My brain was gonna just give up on me soon, nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Unbelievable...

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After hanging up with Kay I headed home, I really didn't want to shop. I just didn't feel like it, not even pretending or whatever my original plan was. I just needed to think.

I was walking slowly, looking down at the pavement, noticing a few small cracks. I saw a snowflake slowly make it's way down to melt on the pavement after a moment. I looked straight up into the sky as the snow came faster and faster. I could feel the flakes landing on my face, tipping my eye lashes with white.

I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue to try and catch them like I'd seen before; but never tried. The snowflakes tasted icy cold, and immediately melted as they made contact with my tongue. It felt good. I stood there for a moment longer trying to catch snowflakes.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I opened my eyes slowly, wishing as hard as I could that the person asking the question wasn't the one I thought was. But of course, just my luck, it was.

"I'm tasting snow." I said trying to pull it off like I wasn't totally embarrassed; which I was, very much.

"Where did you go?" Ian asked, looking at me with gray blue eyes full of ...worry?

I almost laughed at the thought, Ian worried? About me? That wasn't going to happen.

"Why are you smiling?" Ian asked, giving me the same look with a hint of anger.

Scary. I'd never seen Ian like his looking worried ( but not) and angry.

"Are you going to answer the question?" Ian asked at last when I kept thinking to myself.

"Sure."

"What kind of answer is that? Sure?" Ian was definitely annoyed now.

"My kind."

"Vague? Like always?" Ian said, half serious half annoyed.

"Sure."

"Stop. Saying. Sure." Ian said, trying not to get really angry.

"Sure." For some reason at the moment I didn't feel like being nice, I didn't feel like listening to Ian; he had, after all, not told me about his birthday and wouldn't tell me about what was wrong.

Ian closed his eyes and took a breath.

"We're going home." Ian said suddenly, taking my hand.

I blushed, realzing how nice my hand felt being held in his like that, warm safe...right. Then he let go, I could have almost slapped me if I wasn't me, for thinking those thoughts.

Ian turned around and looked me in the eye; his face said he was furious.

My heart skipped a beat, I remember that I'd only met Ian two weeks ago. And I felt, a sudden wave of, fear.

"Is there something you want to ask me?" Ian said in a hushed ,intent voice.

I shock my head. Gulping, he was really scary when he wanted to be.

"Or perhaps something you want to ask me?"

How did he just know?

I just stood there looking at him fearfully.

"You can just ask...if you want to." Ian said in a softer voice, almost kind; as if he suddenly felt bad for scaring me. He suddenly found interest in the cracks in the pavement.

"Ian?" I squeaked.

"Yea?" He looked up, I suddenly felt breath taken by how beautiful his face was.

"Was your birthday on New Years?" I asked.

Sudden regret and pain was written on his face.

"Yea."

The way he said it pulled on every heart string I had.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered, really really quietly.

Ian looked over my head and raked his hand through his hair. I had never seen him like this before... regretful, maybe? It was gorgeous on him...I really was going insane- why was I thinking about Ian like this?

"I didn't know how. Didn't think it was important."

"Of course it's important." I said softly, suddenly having the urge to just reach out and hug Ian.

Ian looked me in the eye, his expression soft; he half smiled. That smile was killer. Wowieee!

I smiled back.

"So..you wanted to go home?" I asked lightly. I knew that I still didn't know why his birthday made him sad, but I got enough out of him for today. I'd figure out why later. Just the fact that he admitted that his birthday was on New Years was enough, for now.

"Yea..." Ian said, as we fell into step together.

we began to walk home was silence, but it wasn't awkward. It almost felt like a silently agreed upon truce of silence. I glanced up at Ian face, at the same moment he glanced down at me. I held his gaze for a minute, but felt my face began to warm. I looked away.

"Am I really that ugly?" Ian asked, his voice playful.

"What? what do you mean?" I said confused, I looked up at him again to try and read his face.

"Am I that ugly, that you can't look at my face?"

"No! Your not ugly at all." I could not believe I just said that. Oh. My. God. I looked down at the pavement again.

"Oh really?" Ian said.

I didn't say anything.

"I guess your lying since you won't look at me." Ian said, in a mock wounded voice.

I glanced up and looked at him, "Happy now?"

"Yes." Ian said, looking like he was about to laugh.

"I hate when you do that."

"Do what? Look good?"

"Act like you've got me all figured out, and no you don't look good you conceited jerk."

"Maybe I do have you all figured out, and now your just lying; you do think I look good. That's harsh. Conceited jerk? God Evi, stop emotionally abusing me."

"Arghhh!" I moaned, slapping Ian's arm as hard as I could.

"That," Ian said looking down at me pounding his arm " doesn't hurt."

"Yea, sure it doesn't hurt. Go on act like your not breakable." I shot back lamely.

"I'm not acting. I'm just not breakable." Ian said, dead serious.

"Unbelievable...You have to see it" Kay's words suddenly came to mind.

"Just kidding." Ian said laughing, "You should've seen your face!"

"Whatever!"

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End of chapter 10, Soooo... what'd you all think? Not much found out but we're getting somewhere right? So give me some input! REVIEW!! I want at least 6 reviews for this chapter, won't update till then, and next chapter is going to be reallly good!!