Cancer Crew Shit

Ian

You're walking through the mall. Minding your own business.
You don't notice the tall man running up behind you and smacking your ass

"Long time no see faggot!" He laughs and runs his fingers through his hair.

You turn around, face red, jaw dropped. You can hardly believe what just happened.

"What the fuck!?" You yell at him, in a fit of embarrassed rage. This random man just smacked your ass! Who wouldn't be pissed!?

You saw the playfulness in his face leave. His face was flushed red and his hand dropped to his side.

"Oh my God..." He gasped. "I thought you were someone else! Oh my fuck! I am so sorry!".

He seemed genuine. The worry in his eyes, his body language, oh lord you could tell he was embarrassed. He knew he fucked up, real bad.

"Look, you just! You looked like someone else I knew! Same height and all! Oh god. How can I make it up to you? Can I get you something to eat or drink?".

Well, he was kinda cute, you'll admit. You agree with his proposal of something to eat or drink. Him taking you by the hand and leading you to the little Starbucks in the mall.

The two of you ordered your drinks and then sat down. You looked at his cup, 'Ian' it read.

"So Ian, I'm Y/N." You smiled, taking a sip of your hot drink.

"How's do you know my- Oh." He noticed his cup, then scratched the back of his head.

You giggled, what a dork. The two of you talked until you were both out of coffee. You wished this moment would've lasted, staring into those eyes was like a dream.

"I better get going.." You sighed, twirling your hair. "Uh we should totally do this again!" You smiled, him agreeing.

The two of you exchanged numbers, then parted ways. You knew that this experience was gonna be on your mind all night.

//OKAY FIRST ONE CAUSE IAN IS MY DADDY I SWEAR TO GOD 😂 BUT ANYWAYS I'LL WRITE MORE SHIT LIKE THIS I GUESS. Constructive criticism is always welcome.//