Rescue//Tana Mongeau and idubbbz

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Tana's pov:

Months pass by and slowly I am able to live without Ian circling my mind. I continued posting with my friends on YouTube and gaining more brand deals. I'm still acting like a stupid bitch at times, but I actually believe progress has been made and not fake progress this time.

I can see Ian's name and not feel like bursting into tears, while simultaneously feeling the need to vomit on every living person. I have moved passed him and I do not plan on going back. Some phases are meant to stay as a phase and never return.

"I missed you so much," Hunter mumbles into my hair while squeezing me.

"You've seen me everyday this week, what do you mean that you miss me." I just sit in his suffocating hug, confused at his touchy-feely action.

"I just wanted to let you know that because I have someone I want you to meet." He lets me go, but continues to rub my back and a slight unsettling feeling weighs in my stomach.

"I've already met most of your family-"

"I have a girlfriend." He cuts me off and my fake lashes started to get that heavy feeling because I was about to cry honestly.

"Oh- I mean that's great I can't wait to meet her!" I swallow the spit clumping in my throat and I can already tell the smile I gave was not convincing at all.

"Yeah! She's such a sweetheart and I hope you guys can be friends." He continues talking as if he didn't plow these cheeks yesterday.

"Uh huh, yeah of course," I can't really tell if he's ignoring my heavy mouth breathing or just straight up not noticing.

"I actually have to leave to go hang out with her, I'll text you when plan ideas for all of us to hang out." He quickly walks out the door and doesn't even say 'goodbye', which hurts a little, but at the same time I always knew I liked him more than he liked me.
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My eyes train on my feet as I avoid looking at Hunter and his girlfriend. Everyone else that came luckily are talking to one another and letting me just be sister sad. They probably are fucking happy that my loud ass is actually being quiet for once.

The hostess comes up to our group to escort us to an open table and we all follow behind her. I glance around the restaurant and I notice a familiar figure sat at one of the tables with two other men. I'm almost one hundred percent sure he could hear my heart fall out of my ass because he looked up and made direct eye contact with me.

Mother fucking Ian is here and as if I wasn't already in my feelings he just has to make me have that "I'm about to shit myself" feeling. I jerk my head away eventually and abruptly sit myself down in my seat at the table.

I could just leave and go home and everything would be fine. I can just say I'm sick and I need to go to bed, I don't think anyone would question it.

"Tana, what are you ordering?" Hunter asks and now all the eyes at the table are looking at me and yikes.

"Water." I mumble and some vile starts to rise in my throat.

"You aren't getting any food?" He gives me one of those confused half-smiles and I just might projectile vomit on him and his girl.

"No." I shift my eyes to the side of the restaurant where I saw Ian, yet I can't spot him now.

"You don't look like you feel good, you want to go home?" Hunter's girlfriend asks and her sweet voice irritates me and I literally stand up and just walk away.

The Uber app will not open and I viciously click the app even more. I am going to smash my phone on the concrete if it does not open in five seconds. My fast pace mixed with me not looking where I'm going causes me to run right into someone.

"I'm so-" I begin to apologize and of course the person I had to run myself into is Ian. Also, my mouth feels the need to go dry and my brain decides to stop making words.

"Tana, Tana, Tana, let's talk." He guides me by the arm out into the parking lot and he takes me over to I assume to be his car.

"Are we going to your place?" I clear my throat and gain the balls to ask.

"If that is okay with you because I feel terrible for how we ended and I don't want to make you anymore uncomfortable than I already have." He says as he traces his fingertips over the steering wheel.

"I really want to go to your place and talk about things." My voice is a lot more shaky than it usually is.

"If I'm being honest, I miss you." His voice is causing my heart to beat so hard.

"If I'm being honestly, let's do less talking and more fucking at your place." I swallow my spit and pride at the same time and say that to him, hoping for the best.

"I'm eating that ass as soon as the door is closed."