I do not own, nor know Lucy Hale or Ian Harding. This story is purely fictional. Also, to clear up any confusion this may cause, flashbacks are set in bold.
Lucy nodded her head at Ian, looking at him for a couple seconds before beginning to type on her MacBook once again, for the fifteenth time.
She was doing some research on manipulative relationships. Did she believe she was in one with Ian? No. He wasn't at all like that. Did she believe she was in one with someone else? Yes, without a doubt.
Sighing, turning off the power to her MacBook and shutting it. She looked at Ian. He was sitting on their suede loveseat, reading some book about bird watching; He was such a nerd.
Placing her MacBook on the recliner she had been sitting in, she walked over to Ian. Sitting beside him. She smiled.
"You're such a geek." She jested, causing Ian to let out a light chuckle.
Placing the bird watching book on the corner table adjacent to their loveseat, he looked at her, kissing her softly.
"You don't say that in bed" He teased, not being able to hold back his laugh.
Lucy scoffed, smacking his arm, "And you say you're a prude."
"Were you researching something?" Ian questioned, causing Lucy to get up off their loveseat, and walk into the kitchen, pretending to be looking for something.
"Um, yeah. Marlene told me to do some research about the effects of manipulative relationships. She said it was something for the new storyline" She lied, hoping Ian would believe her and quickly drop the subject.
She felt her heart stop racing when Ian nodded, obviously taking that as an acceptable answer.
Funny thing was, Marlene hadn't given them a new script since last week. She hadn't even brought up, or mentioned a new storyline.
The guard removed Ian's handcuffs, and shackles, before handing him a change of clothes. Sending him on his way to change.
Slipping out of the orange jumpsuit that had been clinging to his body for the last couple days, Ian let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding in. He couldn' t believe it. He was finally getting out of here, after three long hard months.
Walking out of the changing area, and handing one of the guards the orange jumpsuit. He was met by his lawyer, Emma.
"You look so different when you're dressed in normal clothes" She teased, hoping to make Ian smile. He did nothing but nod, almost like he agreed to her statement.
Emma turned on her heel and began walking down the dark corridor, and through numerous doors. Ian followed her closely behind. Finally, they were in the waiting area.
Ian looked around the area, studying the contents of it. Phones were ringing all over the place, and he could hear typing, and numerous voices that he had somehow heard before, but couldn't put faces to. It somehow looked different, but somehow the same.
Emma walked up to one of the various desks, and began talking to a secretary who was handing her numerous sheets of paper. He wasn't paying any attention. He was still gazing around the place.
Then, he seen something, out of the corner of his eye. Looking to his left, nothing was there. But, he'd seen it. He swore he had fucking seen it. He had seen her.
Shaking his head, and brushing it off, he began following Emma again, this time out double doors, and into the public.
"Ah." Emma spoke out, looking at Ian and smiling. "The smell and sight of LA smog" The statement finally caused Ian to crack a smile.
Emma got into the drivers seat of the black BMW, looking at Ian standing outside it, waiting for him to get in.
Ian hurriedly got into the passenger seat of the car, and Emma cranked it on, turning the A/C on full blast.
"God dammit" Lucy scalded as she sat in the leather seat of her black Mercedes Benz G-Class SUV.
"Hmm?" Ian asked curiously, his arms folded over his chest. A Boston Red Sox baseball cap resting comfortably on his head.
He was the least bit enthused that Lucy had made him ride in the passenger seat. "My car. My rules" She had told him ten minutes earlier. The statement alone reminded him of his Mother.
"Remind me why I wore shorts in the middle of fucking July when I have leather seats." Lucy finally told him.
"I told you that you shouldn't of warn those... But, no. You insisted." Ian remarked, causing Lucy to roll her eyes.
"You're just being possessive" She retorded, slipping on her wayfarers and pulling out of the driveway.
I hope this chapter isn't too confusing. As it is set in flashbacks and present day, as you will notice little things remind Ian of Lucy. Lucy will possibly start to shortly come into the present day story, instead of just in flashbacks. But, the flashbacks are a little more important than present day. Reviews, and Comments are appreciated. As well as input. Once again, this is my first fanfiction. Please bare with me.
