So the next chapter is finally here. I'm so sorry that it took me a week to release it. So enjoy this awesome chapter, and share it with your friends.

"Jess, please. Don't leave me; I can't live without you…" David was on the verge of breaking down emotionally. He was on his knees, gazing at the feminine figure surrounded in shadows. His world was melting away at him with each passing second, and he felt hopeless; unable to prevent any of it. Jessica dared not to look back at David's torn expression on his face.

"No, it's too late." Jessica's words echoed throughout the dark, eerie environment that the two resided in. The rigid, icy expression on her face became clear to him when she peered towards his direction over her shoulder. With just one look at her face, David wanted to cry and wish that this feeling would just end. He was hapless, unable to bear the cold treatment she forced upon him.

Before long, Jessica ran into the shroud of darkness and out of sight from David. He wanted to chase her and pull her back into his dying heart, but his knees wouldn't allow it. He was frozen in place, left alone to rot into the atmosphere. Jessica was gone, and he knew that she wasn't coming back.

The ground beneath David began to crack like puzzle pieces pulling themselves apart; much like what was occurring within his heart. David was trapped, distraught, and unable to flee from the inevitable. Like glass, the ground shattered below him, and David soon found himself falling through the floor, surrounded with broken pieces of the floor and darkness.

He felt defeated and hopeless, as he reminisced about every moment he spent breaking her heart. Every night that he stayed at the office late. Every night he never held her as they slept. Every day he spent having fun without her; all while she was in the arms of someone else. David regretted everything, wanting to put an end on the pain in his heart, but it was too late to repair all of those mistakes. He was plunging, destined to perish in his despair and depression.

Save me, save me..! Don't let me die Ian...

He screamed, hoping that somewhere, someone could save him from his demise, but he knew deep down that he was doomed from the start. Not even Ian could save him now.

…

Ian peered over to the clock next to his bed, which read 10:37. He rose up from his bed, and made his way towards the bathroom, feeling exhausted, his sluggish movements mimicking those of a worn out zombie. He fixed himself up; washed his face, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair, before decided to check on David. He crept through the hallway towards David's room quietly as possible. Ian subtly cracked the bedroom door, and stared at the man peacefully sleeping. He caught himself staring at someone so innocent, yet broken inside. Ian was tired of the troubles David was being forced to deal with.

He deserves a nice day out. Poor David…

Ian had formulated a plan in the matter of seconds. No more moping around, no more crying, and no more Jessica. Ian was going to give David the time of his life, whether he liked it or not. Ian's stomach let out a purring grumble, knowing he needed food pronto. Ian discreetly dashed into the kitchen, pulling out varies pans and ingredients. Ian was a decent, if not great cook; a little known secret he had kept between himself, Anthony, and Melanie.

After what had seemed like about an hour slaving behind a stove, Ian prepared two plates filled with a tall stack of pancakes, French toast sticks, 4 crispy strips of bacon, a chocolate chip muffin, and an omelet, as well as a glass of orange juice to top it off. Ian had to admit, he had impressed even himself, and he figured David would love all this food. As he set the brimming plates on the living room table, an alarming scream echoed throughout the house, prompting a shocked Ian to sprint to David's room, worried that he could have been hurt.

David's door flew open, as a frightened Ian rushed to his side. David's screams, filled with horror and fear, becoming clear that he was undergoing a nightmare.

"Save me, save me..! Don't let me die Ian." David's cries sent chills down the petrified Ian's spine. Ian desperately shook David, wanting to wake him up from his nightmare.

"Wake up, I'm here. You won't die, I'm here." David's eyes shot open, his body trembling, and head broke out in cold sweats. He looked up at Ian, who was on the verge of tears, and breathed heavily. Ian saw the fear in David eyes, which made him feel uneasy.

"David, I'm here. Don't worry." Ian whispered, pulling the tormented David into a tight hug. Ian had no idea what just happened inside David's dream, but by the way his heart pounded and body shivered, he didn't want to let go. A lengthy silence lingered between the two of them before David proceeded to speak.

"I-Ian…"

"Shh, just relax Dave. I'm here… I'll always be here."

David was the first to pull away from the embrace after a long several minutes, now smiling. Ian was always there to make David feel better. David felt undeserving of Ian's kindness, but knew that feeling safe was much more important than that. Ian stood up, helping David out of bed, and gave him an optimistic, comforting smile.

"I have a few surprises for you today, dude. Trust me, you'll soon forget about all those horrible thoughts roaming around inside your head." David appeared baffled, hesitantly trusting Ian, as he led them into the living room. David suddenly paused in his tracks, as he caught sight at the breakfast planned by Ian.

"Wait, you made this stuff?" David's eyes lit up like a little kid at an amusement park. His mouth watered, as he sprinted to the savory-looking food. Ian followed closely behind.

"Well, yeah. Anthony sucks at cooking, so someone had to learn when we were roommates. Besides, it's kind of fun. I haven't really told anyo-" David stuffed his mouth with pancakes, inattentive to the story Ian was telling. Ian then glared at his bored, starving friend, and snatched the plate in front of him. David whimpered softly, obviously missing the food he was just enjoying.

"If you aren't going to listen, well I guess you won't be eating this…" Ian scolded jokingly, placing it on the counter beside him.

"Oh fine, Ia-" David suddenly lunged towards Ian's plate of food, successfully stealing 2 strips of bacon, chuckling as he devoured them.

"Oh, you want to play like that, bitch?" Ian grabbed a pancake off of David's plate, and flung it towards his head, smacking him dead in the face. Ian erupted in a fit of laughter, while David, unbeknownst to him, snatched Ian's plate, and threw a medium-sized chunk of the muffin towards Ian, directly hitting his chest.

"This means war!" David shouted as the boys took cover in preparation for their food fight. Ian lunged behind the couch for safety, as David created a barricade using the living room table.

The two boys engaged in an all-out battle. Chunks of pancakes and eggs were thrown in all sorts of directions. Crumbs landed in parts of the boys' hair. Even the orange juice was spilt on several pieces of furniture. Despite the horrible mess they were making, the boys continued laughing. They were both determined to come out of this war as the victor, neither willing to give up easily.

As what seemed like 15 minutes, the living room looked like chaos. Food was now covering several parts of the walls, the rug was stained with syrup and juice, and the entire room smelled like bacon. The boys were evenly matched in their bout, and they were covered in food and stickiness. Ian peered out from the corner of the couch, and stared at David's direction until he revealed himself from the corner of the table.

"Truce, Ian?" David spat out over his immense laughter.

"Truce."

The boys stood up from their hiding spots, laughing at the filthiness of the other's clothing. Ian then sighed under his breath, now observing the now messy room.

"Uh, I'll clean this shit up. Go and take a shower…you need one anyway." Ian smirked, picking the couch up from its side position.

"Yeah, right…" David scoffed at Ian's joke, swiftly pulling the sticky, dirty shirt off his back. As David turned away, Ian became distracted, closely examining and scoping David's upper torso. The way that his body was built, and how the light shone against his back, highlighting his tattoo, Ian was mesmerized and left gawking at the man. He had no idea why he felt so drawn to David's figure, but for some reason, he enjoyed it.

Why am I staring at him? David's only a friend; he's a friend in need of my help. I shouldn't be so…attracted to him. What is going on with me..? Why can't I look away? I shouldn't be doing this… Does this make me a bad person? Why is Dave so h-

"Ian!" David shouted while snapping his fingers in front of Ian's face. Ian suddenly snapped out of his trance, and looked into David's eyes.

"Sorry man, what did you say?" Ian couldn't keep his mind focused. He was flustered over what had just happened.

"Uh, are you alright Ian? You were spacing out a minute ago, and it's kind of freaking me out."

"I'm fine Dave; now go take your shower." Ian had to look away after that. His face was starting to heat up severely. The thought of David and showering left him baffled. "After I clean up, we're going to spend the day at the zoo." David's face lit up with excitement, as he skipped with marvel down the hallway. Ian felt himself grinning from David's enthusiasm.

He was left alone in the messy room to clean up the aftermath of their food fight. It gave Ian some time to clear his mind. He had no idea what was going on with him. Was he starting to like David beyond friendship? Why was he so drawn to David's body? Ian glanced down to something he wasn't expecting at all, a slight erection. Ian didn't want to develop this attraction over his grieving friend. He wasn't ready to let someone back into his life like this. He wasn't going to give into his desires, his passionate fantasies. He didn't want to admit to those feelings he possibly has towards David, which were only growing stronger every second Ian imagined water dripping from David's physique.

Ian wanted to deny everything. He wasn't attracted to David. He wasn't developing feelings for his friend. He wasn't mesmerized with David's body. He wasn't thinking about the opportunity to run into that shower and kiss David's body until he moaned at Ian's discovery of his hard-to-find sweet spot.

Am I in love with David..? He's my friend. He's only…a friend. I shouldn't feel this way.

Ian felt lost. He couldn't wrap around the sexual images of him and David. Maybe this is just pure lust. Surely he wasn't falling for his friend—especially after the torment he went through with his ex-fiancée. Ian ran his hand through his crumb-infested hair with frustration. He didn't know what to do, or how he could differentiate between physical attraction and romance. Maybe he could let this dilemma play itself out. Maybe his feelings weren't real.

I can't be in love with him…can I?

A/N: This chapter was originally planned to be much longer, but after writing this, I knew that it had to stop here. Again, I'm so sorry for taking so long to post this chapter. I had this written out on Wednesday, but my computer deleted it, and I decided to go with a different approach. Also I'm not sure if you guys noticed, but I included chapter names opposed to "Chapter 1, Chapter 2, etc...". I guess it was a creative decision. Anyway Ian's starting to feel something for Lasercorn. Is it lust? Is it love? Also what the hell is going on between Ian and Melanie? These questions and more will be answered in the next two chapters.

Oh and before I go, I'm going to be working on this new story idea. It involves Jovenshire and all of the fan hate he's been recieving. I'll probably post the first chapter in about a week, so keep an eye out. I also have a Sohincorn and Jovencorn one-shot fics that are currently in development. I'll try to release them ASAP, but I can't promise anything.

So if you enjoyed this chapter share it with your friends, review it, throw a chair across the room over the Iancorn feels, or give me suggestions on what I should do next. Thanks guys, and have an awesome day. =D