When Dreams Come Alive (An Ian Hecox Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: I Wish, Oh I Wish

VidCon. Something I have been wanting to go to since it was first created. It's been my only chance to finally meet my favorite people, and every year it's just out of my grasp. I live in Olivehurst, CA, six hours away from Los Angeles. Getting to VidCon wouldn't be a problem, it's just the cost that's difficult. I'm not the richest person in the world, I'm often cutting it close when I'm paying for rent. 

I sat on the couch, just looking at the website for VidCon. It's right around the corner and just like every other year, I can't go. Dragging my cursor across the screen, I clicked on the special guests list. I passed a ton of familiar faces, but I stopped scrolling when I saw Ian's picture along with his name captioned underneath. A frown formed on my face. I come so close every year, I've been fantasizing about it forever. Meeting everyone, getting signatures, and walking around with people that share the same pain I live through every day. 

And by that I mean, seeing Ian, getting his signature, and then falling in love. Okay, maybe not that last part, but it would be nice. 

I bet his eyes look even more beautiful in person. I can see it now, I meet him at a signing table. He is much more perfect in real life. I ask for his signature, and that's when he looks into my eyes. We hold each other's gaze for the longest time, and it's not like we're at VidCon anymore. The crowd disappears and it's just us, drowning in each other's eyes. Both of us are speechless as we experience love at first sight until he finally speaks, "I- I'm Ian." His voice is smooth and flawless, pulling me into the trance even farther. 

"I know," I say, "I'm a huge fan of yours." 

"I think I'm an ever bigger fan of you." He manages.

A dark shade of crimson creeps at the height of my cheeks, "Well- I- thank you."

"You're cute when you blush." He would state, cupping my face with his hand. 

I'd get a glimpse of his gorgeous blue eyes one more time before he closes them and slowly leans in-

"EVELYN! Are you in there?!"

"Huh? What?" I shake my head.

"You were daydreaming again."

"Oh."

A grin spread across her face, "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh- just- nothing. How'd your date go?"

"It. Was. Boring!" She rolled her eyes, tossing her jacket on the floor. "But I did get the waitress's number." 

"Jesus, Miranda."

"What?"

"You're insane."

"I know! I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Alright."

I heaved a breath of longing and hopped of the sofa, safely tucking my laptop against the fold of the couch. I slid into the kitchen on my socks and pulled out a pot and began filling it with water. Sticking it on a flame, I waited for it to boil before dumping a box of noodles in. I began stirring it with a wooden spoon as I grew lost in thought. 

I spun on my feet as the door busted open, masked men flooding into my house. I gripped the wet and heated spoon, waving it at them. My heart pounded as they neared closer to me, their feet stomping on the wooden floor. I threw my spoon at one of them, knocking him to the floor. The three remaining men entered the kitchen, cornering me into the counter. I stealthily reached behind me, grabbing a bucket of cooking utensils. 

I smirked, "What will it be, the spatula or the whisk?"

I got no answer as one of them sprinted at me, me swinging a spatula at their head. They pushed me over through the blows, cuffing my hands behind my back. The two other guys began blind-folding me and gagged me with a rag before escorting me outside, and shoving me inside of a vehicle. I assumed it was a van. 

Before I even knew what happened, the van screeched and we swerved off the road. We crashed into something because I flew forward, slamming my face into the seat in front of me, unable to hold on to anything. 

I heard the sound of people being beat up and unmanly screams. I could only sit still as I listened to the pleas of the kidnappers being knocked out. When it finally grew silent, I started shaking, Oh God I'm next. 

The door of the van opened, and I could only hear heavy breathing as this person moved closer to me. 

I first felt the rag removed from my mouth and I had trouble moving my sore jaw, "What's- what's going on?"

I felt the handcuffs fall off my hands.

Then, the blind fold was taken off next, and I blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden light. Soon, a face formed in front of mine. 

"Are you alright?" It asked. 

His face was cut up and bleeding, probably from the fight. His brunette hair was disheveled, sticking up in all sorts of places. His eyes were soft and inviting. 

Ian Hecox. 

"You saved my life!" I gasped.

"I know."

"How can I repay you?"

He smirked and only responded by leaning in, locking me in a kiss. I closed my eyes, leaning up and losing my hands in his soft hair. He moved his hands to-

"EVELYN HONIS!"

"Huh? What? What's going on?" My words slurred together. I blinked, knocking myself back to reality. 

I saw Miranda standing in front of me in the kitchen, hair dripping and covered in suds. She was tracking little pools of water in from her feet. The only thing she had on was a towel. One hand was busy trying to keep her towel up, the other balled into a fist by her side. Her face was threatening, full of rage and irritation.

I suddenly became aware of the sweat soaking my back and the obnoxious beeping, piercing and constant. It was coming from the fire alarm. Oh shit. 

Turning on my feet, I saw a thick cloud of smoke emitting from the pot of noodles. 

I worked quick on my feet, first turning off the flame on the stove. Then grabbing the fire alarm from atop the fridge and shoving it under the couch cushions. I finished by waving away the dark smoke with a tea towel. 

By the end, I was breathing heavily, and glancing down at a pot. The noodles burnt and melted together and made black mush. So much for spaghetti. 

I shifted my gaze over to Miranda, who stood, exactly as she was a minute ago. The tension grew strong, I knew she was pissed at me.

"I could kill you right now."

"I know- I'm sorry."

"What even happened?" She said, flinging her hands the side. She only talked with her hands when she was furious.

"I got lost in thought. I just- wasn't paying attention."

"I'm going to go finish my shower. If you catch the house on fire so help me lord the police won't find your body."

She stomped off, returning to the bathroom. I grabbed the tea towel from earlier and began mopping up the water she trailed in, sighing. 

Ian Hecox will be the death of me.

(So, chapter 2. I think I will continue this story, but feedback would be super appreciated. Tell me what you think, and if you like it, shoot me a vote! Thanks dudes.)