A Loyal Customer

Starry Eyes

~ Cigarettes After Sex

- I had to change a couple things from the first chapter. I completely forgot that Patsy's is actually 'Patsy's Pies' *face palm* so it wouldn't make sense for Fiona to bring home Laura's pies from Patsy's.

CW- Marijuana and alcohol usage.

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Chapter 2

Ian and Elliot had made the plan to move to California pretty quickly.

It was on a random Saturday night, the day after Elliot's girlfriend had broken up with him and took all of her stuff, and he's almost positive she took a couple of his things too. He came home to a half empty apartment and called Ian on the phone, a whole blubbering mess. Ian couldn't understand a single thing that he was saying but he knew his best friend has only ever cried like that two other times- when his dog, Chico passed away and when The Cubs won the World Series in 2016.

Ian stopped whatever he had been doing and went to the apartment after he made one pit stop. Turns out she ended things with him after they argued for hours about him not being ready to put a ring on her finger.

Like the best friend he is, Ian decided that the way through the first night of heartbreak is to smoke a shit load of weed and eat a couple of pepperoni Hot Pockets. Elliot was obviously perfectly content with that plan and Ian was happy to help. He let Elliot rant for hours on end and offered what little advice he could.

"I'm only twenty-two." He was sprawled on the olive-green couch while Ian was resting against it, eyes closed and a blunt in both their hands. "How am I supposed to know if I'm ready to sleep with only one person for the rest of my life? I've only ever slept with her!" Elliot's yelling hadn't budged in the slightest since Ian got here. But he nodded as a response, as if Elliot could see him.

Who was he to tell him to lower his voice? If his best friend wanted to yell then he'd let him yell.

"She wants to settle here and start a family." His voice finally lowered to normal level. "What if I want to leave Chicago one day and experience New York or I don't fucking know... Idaho." He said after a moment. He sounded confused and on the verge of tears, but not even Ian could avoid making light of what he just said. He turned his head to look at Elliot and lowered his eyebrows.

"What the fucks in Idaho?" He smirked when Elliot laughed. It was the first smile he cracked all night and Ian felt good that his friend wasn't too in his head to pick up on his joking. His eyes were barely open, but Ian could tell that he was trying to go back to serious by glaring at him. Elliot always hated when Ian made him laugh when he didn't want to.

"Fuck you, you know what I mean." Ian turns his whole body so he could rest his elbow on the couch.

"Why don't you move then?"

"To Idaho?" Ian sighed. Elliot was never at his brightest when high.

"Holy fuck." He puts out the rest of his and Elliot's blunt on the mini ashtray that was on the coffee table. He contemplated on what to say next. The thought just came to his head and for some reason, right then and there, Ian had his mind set before he even spoke. "No. You and me. Let's move somewhere else. Where would you wanna go?" Elliot looked at him confused but just one look and Ian could tell he knew he was being completely serious. He took a second, but it really wasn't needed, nothing was holding them here. They both knew that.

"Florida?" Elliot suggested.

"Nah, I heard the weather there's bipolar and the people there kind of suck."

"Hey. That's offensive." Ian rolls his eyes and decides to rest back against the couch so he can close his eyes again. He was starting to get sleepy from the weed and all the Hot Pockets they ate way too fast. Plus the floor felt extremely comfortable. That, or his body felt really heavy to lift off the floor.