Odd Living

Fourteen

"Mackenzie! Hey Mack, wait up." I recognize that voice. Oh fuck.

"Ian. Whatever happens, please stay calm and don't let me go. Okay?" I tell him so no one can hear. He seems nervous. "Could you pretend to... this is strange... pretend to be my boyfriend?" I ask before the person calling my name gets too close.

"Of course Mackenzie. Anything for you." I could tell he doesn't want to pretend anything. I don't either, but this is just a quick fix.

"Mackenzie, wow, you look as gorgeous as ever. How have you been?" He asks. How dare he come up to me after all he has done.

"Well, Brandon, since you broke up with me, I moved to New York, I am living with my brother, I broke my leg, and I just got a job. Oh, and this is Ian." I say.

"Nice to meet you dude, I'm Brandon."

I have no clue how he found me. What does he want with me. Life was so going so well, besides my leg, and he had to come into it now.

"I'm Ian. Are you the guy who kicked Mackenzie out and caused her to move here?" Ian is being protective. Which is good, I'm scared to be alone with Brandon. Especially with a broken leg. God only knows what he can do to me.

"Shit. She told you about that." Brandon looks down.

"Yeah she told me. She told me everything."

Ian wraps his left arm around my shoulder. I bring my left hand up to hold his as it rests on my shoulder. Brandon notices how we were standing. He also noticed the ring on my pointer.

"Are you two... together?" He asks almost like he expected me to fall back in love with him as soon as I saw him.

"Yeah." Ian and I say in unison. Woah. Maybe we are meant to be together.

"Oh... that's... uhh great. I'm just here on holiday actually. I'll be back in Australia in a week or two. Hopefully we will run into each other shortly." He says walking away briskly.

"So that was the douche that broke your heart?" He asks trying not to be too forceful.

"Uhh... yeah. I'm 85% sure he came here expecting me to still be in love with him. Thank you so much Ian." I say giving him a hug.

Out of the corner of my eye, I still see Brandon staring at us. So I decide to "man up" and kiss Ian. I wrap my arms around his neck, letting my crutches hit the ground, pull him in, and kiss him. And he kissed back. We kissed for such a long time. It was passionate and full of lust. People actually stopped to stare. I couldn't get myself to stop kissing Ian. He was just too damn perfect. Kissing him felt like an eternity. An eternity I'd love to witness again.

He finally pulled away. "Hey, that's pretty good. Want to go somewhere or go back home?" I knew the answer he wanted. I wanted it too.

"Let's go home." His eyes grew wide with excitement.

Ian picked up my crutches and handed them to me. We made it to the car in five minutes, mainly because we had already started walking when we ran into Brandon and secondly because we wanted to get home. The car ride felt like forever, but when we got home, no cars were there.

Ian helped me out of the car. He threw my crutches as close to the house as he could and carried me inside. We yelled to see if anyone was there but no one answered. He took me into his room and plopped me on the bed. There was a note on Ian's dresser. It read,

Ian,

Chad, Max, and I went to lunch with my old friend. We should be back around 4pm. She may or may not come back to the house with us. Don't have too much fun without me.

Your cunt,
Joji

This is perfect. Ian and I have three hours to ourselves. Ian looks at me with passion and desire in his eyes. He walks towards me with a plan in his head.

Before he gets into bed he says, "Don't mind me. Just loosening up a little." He took his shirt and pants off. Leaving him in his boxers.

Ian then crawls into bed and we begin to kiss. Short kisses. Single-lip kisses. Slightly sloppy kisses. But I don't mind.

"Do you want to do this?" Ian asks me. His hot breath is in my ear.

"Yes." I say. I don't think I convinced him.

"Wait, that wasn't very enthusiastic." Ian wasn't convinced enough. "Can I or can I not?" He asks.

"Hell yeah." I said as enthusiastic as possible.

"Should I get protection?" He is taking precautions. Such a gentleman.

"Can't be too safe." I say. He shrugs in agreement.

He gets up and walks to the closet. At the bottom, he has a box full of condoms. I wonder why he has so many, but it doesn't matter at this point.

He gets back into bed, after locking the door, and continues to kiss me. He starts to undress me by unzipping my dress. I pull it over my head and throw it somewhere on the floor. Now I lay in his bed in my underwear. Ian is in his boxers still, condomless, but I trust him to put it on before anything else happens.