Tally's PoV

After the whole incident this morning, we all decided that were hungry and wandered over to the kitchen. It was a cramped kitchen and to me, Ian and Mike trying to help only got in the way! Typical men, getting in my way and not noticing that there obviously isn't enough room for all three of us to be in there at the same time. Mike dropped an egg and I was tempted to whack him over the head with my spoon. Ian, of course, burnt his bacon and caused the smoke alarm to go off, making him and Mike scramble around in the kitchen trying to get it to turn off, and treading egg yolk all over the place. We eventually managed to stop the alarm and I managed to shoo them away from the kitchen and into the dining room. They may have hearts of gold and pure intentions to help me, but they really were, as you'd say, retards in tin foil.

I managed to get the kitchen in order again and cook us all eggs, bacon and French toast. We sat down and listened to Mike's lame jokes and laughing at how terrible they were. After we ate our food, Ian went to the bathroom, so Mike and I decided to play a trick on him by changing his answering machine to some other language. We knew he was expecting a call from someone in the next while, but it didn't seem that urgent.

"I gotta go to work now," Mike sighed, "I work the 2PM shift and bussing it is a bitch from here."

Mike worked in a little coffee shop down town; he was part entertainment, playing his bass for other people, and part cashier person. It was a great gig and he got all the free coffee he wanted, hence his addiction to the stuff. He got some fairly nice tips from people and got extra for helping with entertainment, but it still wasn't enough for him and Ian to really work off of. Ian worked as well, but even with the money they both brought in, they still didn't have enough for much else. Renting in Vancouver is expensive, but neither of them wants the humiliation of living with their parents still, so they work their hardest to get by.

Mike put his jacket on and walked out the door, as it closed, it was like a vacuum seal in the room. Ian looked at me with expectant eyes that I started to sweat a little, and it was so quiet that I started to squirm a little.

"I'm going to go take a shower." Ian murmured softly

It was a ritual for us; Ian knew that I wouldn't have the words for him right away, so he'd leave the room and do something else so I could have a little time to myself to think.

I'm so confused right now, life is falling apart at the seams for me, and the only thing that's keeping me sane is Ian and Mike; knowing that they care for me so much and that I can turn to them for support always. I just want to forget everything that happened last night, because I knew that by the time I was done telling Ian, I'd be a sobbing wreck. So much of last night was terrible that it was too much to bear.

The phone suddenly rang, making me jump out of my seat; I sat down instantly after that. The phone rang 5 times before going to voice mail, I felt sorry for whoever it would be.

The phone started rattling off words in some other language, I smiled a little at the thought of the confused persons face listening to the gibberish Mike and I had assembled.

"Uuuummm... Hi," the guy's voice sounded uncertain and confused for sure! Whoever he was, he had a nice voice, a little gravely, but it suited the tone of it and it had a nice melodic quality.

"Ian? Ian Casselman? I read in an ad in the paper that you were interested in drumming in a band.

Ian is an amazing drummer, I remember when we were little and he got a toy drum kit and we played the crap out of it. I could keep a beat, but Ian had a lot of potential to escalate into something far greater. I was so jealous of his ability that I pursued an instrument of my own. I took piano lessons for 6 years, learned about 5 chords on a guitar and majored in flute in middle school band class.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm Josh! If this is Ian, please call me back at 555-5830. So, uuuuuh... I guess I'll be hearing from you then, Bye!"

He didn't sound too sure of himself, of course, neither would I if I was contacting someone for the first time and their answering machine was in some other language. Now, back to important matters, how am I going to tell Ian?

She thought about how she would tell Ian, tears already started welling up in her eyes at the thought of it all

She heard Ian before she saw him, he walked around the corner, he was wearing sweats and a Foo Fighters tee, his hair starting to dry into a even larger afro. I giggled at his hair, yet again drawing my attention away from the problem at hand.

"So Tally," his smile turned into a look of sympathy, "Where do you want to start?"

Ian was the most supportive person in my life ever, words started to spill out of my mouth the moment he had asked. I could tell him anything, everything in fact! He was the only person in the world who knew me.