Forever my Savior

Blue-eyed Saint

The six-hour drive from Los Angeles to Sacramento was long, exhausting, and quiet. David remained silent most of the time, only speaking when Ian tried to embark in small talk to distract him from his misery. Ian knew that David was going through something so awful; he wanted to help David forget about her, even if it the thoughts stopped temporarily. He could see David falling apart; tears occasionally cascading down his face, his worn-out eyes appeared red and swollen, and it seemed like every drop of energy was drained from his body. Ian wanted to do more to help him; no one deserves to experience agonizing pain like this.

"I wish I could love you too, but I can't anymore, not like this."

Jessica's harsh words circled through David's mind. He wanted to forget the anger, the coldness, the pain she left in his heart. He regretted the empty promises he made, the long nights he spent in the office, the days when he didn't say 'I love you'. He wanted to go back in time and correct all of his errors, but he knew it would change nothing. Jessica was all that he had, and now David was left to face the world alone.

The boys reached Ian's driveway, and started to bring David's bags inside. Ian noticed David's sluggish movements, and concluded that he was too tired and miserable to move around. He also did look terrible, like he caught inside a tornado and barely survived.

"Dude, why don't you take a shower? I'll take care of this stuff, and order something to eat." Ian placed a hand on David's shoulder. If there was one thing that David really needed, it was a nice, warm shower, and water running down his aching body. Without muttering a word, David dragged his worn out body down the hallway into the bathroom. After some time, Ian heard the faint sound of running water and plopped himself onto his couch. Exhausted from the drive, and Ian just wanted to sleep and hope this whole ordeal would end. He didn't like seeing David like this, and he wanted to help him through this anyway he could. Ian sighed as he pulled out his cell, and dialed the pizzeria.

"Hi, can I get a large pepperoni pizza, some bread sticks, and 2 cans of Pepsi for delivery?" Ian knew that the both of them were practically starving as he was placing the order. He'd just hope that David was fine with the pepperoni pizza he was buying. "It's $19.80? Alright, thank you." He threw his cell to the side of the couch, groaning in hunger. Ian just wanted to eat and fall asleep. It was close to 11 at night, and he was completely drained.

David walked out of the steaming shower, as warm water proceeded to drip from his hair, streaming down his chest and along the lasercorn tattoo on his back. He covered himself with the towel Ian had left for him several minutes ago, and made his way to the guest room. He cracked a tiny smile, as he noticed his neatly folded night-clothes on top of the bed, appreciating Ian's hospitality. He slowly got dressed and sat on the bed. However, his smile had long faded away, as he began to have thoughts about Jessica again.

"We can't do this anymore, Dave. I'm sorry, but after putting me through all that pain, I found someone else."

Feelings of betrayal and depression were all rushing back into his mind, as he lied down burying his face in a pillow. He wanted to scream until everything was okay, until Jessica would return to him. His throat was sore from crying earlier, and he felt like all sorts of shit. Jessica destroyed him emotionally, and she acted like she didn't care. David wanted to forget about her and move on, but he also wanted to hold her in his arms, and shower her with undying love.

Feeling a burst of desperation, David got up, and grabbed the cell that was inside one of his bags. He stared at it for a good amount of time, before giving in and dialed her number.

"Hi, this is Jess. Please leave a mess-" David abruptly hung up, frustrated that he couldn't talk to her. He tried again moments later, hoping for an answer this time around. "Hi, this is J-" Voicemail again. David placed his cell phone on the night stand by the bed, sighing in desperation. If only he could talk to her once, maybe she would have a change of heart, and give him a second chance.

"Dude, pizza's here. Hurry up before I eat it all." Ian shouted jokingly. David had to admit, despite wanting to lock himself inside the room and be alone for the rest of the night, he was very hungry, and he had to face Ian sooner or later. He took a few minutes to calm down before going into the living room. Ian was on the couch, channel surfing while chewing on what seemed like his 3rd bread stick.

"Man, there's nothing on tonight…" Ian sighed. He wasn't exactly in the mood to watch something, but if he was going to keep David's mind off of his ex-fiancée, watching some television would have probably been the best solution.

"Actually, I'm not really up for some TV right now." David's voice was incredibly soft, coarse, and raspy. He hadn't spoken that much since they were at the wedding chapel and the excessive crying didn't help either. He took a seat on the couch a seat away from Ian, and grabbed a slice of pizza. He was lucky that pepperoni was his favorite, or he would have just starved himself. It's not like life was worth living anymore, at least not without Jess.

"Listen Dave…" Ian wanted to comfort David in any way possible, despite the fact that he wasn't that good at doing it. He knew that he had to choose his words wisely. "You're going to get through this. I know it's going to take some time, and you can stay here as long as you need to. If you need to take a few days off from Smosh Games, I'll call the guys in the morning. Also, if you need anything at all, just let me know."

"Thanks dude." David muttered, as Ian placed a hand on his shoulder. Having the comfort of someone being by his side made David feel slightly better about everything.

"Look, let's just talk for a while. That might cheer you up a bit." Ian proposed, finishing off his bread stick. David looked relieved that he had someone he could speak to. Ian has been nothing but a good friend to him, and after the day he's had, Ian was the best person to turn to.

The two boys spent what seemed like hours just conversing. David would go into detail about what happened with Jess, and Ian proved to be a great listener. With Ian, David felt like he could talk about anything, and Ian was there for him. They would often move off-topic and discuss video games, movies, television, and other stuff. The boys were learning stuff about each other that they would have never found out while hanging with the rest of the Smosh Games crew. Even Ian would talk about stuff that was on his mind, and David gave him the same support he showed him.

"Ian, I have to ask you something." David suddenly asked, having regret towards what he was about to ask Ian. He didn't want to bring it up before, but after getting closer as friends, he just wanted to know.

"What's up Dave?"

"What's really going on between you and Mel? When I brought it up before, you were acting kind of strange. I mean is everything alright?" Ian seemed surprised when David brought up Melanie. It was a sour subject to him at the moment, and he wished that he didn't have to think about it at all. Then again, David was like a close friend to him, and it wasn't right to hide anything from him.

"It's nothing, we're doing fine. She's been gone for a few months, and I just miss her that's all" Ian replied with the straightest face he could make. David could tell that Ian was lying; there was a bit of guilt in his sky blue eyes.

"Uh, alright if you say so." He didn't want to force Ian to say anything, but he'd have to admit, he was upset that Ian would hide something from him. He figured that Ian will tell him when he's ready. David peered at the DVR clock, which read 3:46. "Man, it's late. I'm heading to bed dude," David got up from the couch, and for the first time in hours, gave a huge, genuine smile. "And Ian thanks for everything."

"No problem dude." Ian yawned, as he stood up as well. They both looked even more exhausted than before, and knew they needed sleep right away. When David reached his room, jumped on his bed, and started to go deep in thought. For once, he wasn't sad. He finally felt like himself again, and he was happy. He wouldn't want to give up this feeling of happiness for anything else in the world, and it was all thanks to that bowl-haired, blue-eyed saint.

A/N: So I'm a bit surprised on how soon I got this chapter done. I guess with a little caffeine, you can get things accomplished. Anyway, I'm hoping to add more characters within the upcoming chapters, so sorry if you read this one, expecting others. I really wanted to emphasize the close relationship between Ian and Lasercorn that they were forming. I really hope you guys are liking the story so far, and believe me things will get interesting soon. So review this, share with your friends, fangirl over Iancorn, and give me your suggestions on what you want to see next. Next chapter will probably be up sometime in the upcoming week.