Much Alike (an Ian Hecox fanfiction)

Chapter 3

-- Ian's POV --

I sat in my chair. Watching the girl, prepared to spring up and get to her if something goes wrong.

I see her trying to open her eyes but I can tell that it's painful for her to open them.

Then she tries moving her mouth.

I get ready to go over to her.

Then I hear a faint

"h-hel-hello?" Come from her busted lips.

I get up and go over there.

I stand on my knees at the couch and hold onto the girl's hand

"It's ok, I'm here" I say softly

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-- Callie's POV--

I finally manage to say hello.

I can here him coming over to me.

I can sense him right next to Me.

I can tell he's standing on his knees at the couch.

He holds my hand and a whispers "it's ok, Im here"

I must say more.

"Wh-o who are yo-u? Wh-where am I-I?" I say with a stutter.

I hope he can understand me, of course after you've been beaten up by 6 people at once you're not gonna talk all normally like there's nothing wrong.

He replies, "Im Ian. You're at my house, these people were beating you and I saved you... But they punched me too. Good thing you can't see me right now. I kinda have a black eye. It's not that bad though."

He did save me. This Ian boy, he seems nice. I've decided I can trust him. I don't trust much people. I don't have any friends. Everyone bullies me. I'm glad Ian isn't like everyone else.

"Y-you s-saved m-me?" I say

"Yeah. I did. I can't believe that no one cares. If I wasn't there, I don't know where you would be right now. So what's your name? If you feel too overwhelmed right now you don't have to answer."

"I-it's o-ok, I-I'm C-Callie Hid-hiddleston. S-so, I-Ian what? Y-you didn't tell m-me your last n-name"

" oh! Sorry, Callie. How rude of me! I'm Ian Hecox"

"N-NO W-AY Y-YOU'RE"

He cuts me off

"-Let me guess. you're that one guy from Smosh. The ugly fat one. Where's Anthony? I wanna see Anthony" he says in a sad tone

I wanna just let out all my words at once but I can't

After talking a bit I'm starting to talk almost normal but still with a little stutter

"No, out o-of you t-two you're my favorite, I-Ian! You have N-no idea how much you m-mean to me! Y-you're my lifesaver! Is it really y-you?"

I move my bruise-covered arm over and search for him.

I find his arm and travel up to his face.

Making sure I don't get too close to his black eye.

I can feel his prickly beard. And I find my way up to his hair. Oh how soft his hair felt.

I smiled.

"I-it really is y-you..." I say still smiling.

"Yep! It's me! Ian Andrew Hecox!"