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ian daniel sanders

ian yawned quietly, jogging downstairs. someone had rung the doorbell and kiernan had asked him to get it, he smiled slightly, opening the door.

it was ian's sixteenth birthday and he was positive his uncle, brendon, would get him a car. he assumed that it was brendon at the door, however he was wrong.

he felt nothing when he saw the strange man on the door, he looked oddly familiar but ian couldn't place his finger on it. he didn't know where he'd seen the brunette male that looked similar to him at.

the man, however, knew who he was instantly. he recongized kiernan's eyes and his hair, a mixture of both of their noses. and immediately, he whispered a soft, "ian?"

and that's when it hit the newly 16 year old boy, the man on the porch was his father. thomas had died when he was four, he would recognize that voice anywhere. there was a recording of a three year old ian and thomas playing in the living room a year before he died, ian used to play it when he couldn't sleep.

like i said, ian would recognized thomas's voice anywhere. "dad?" ian whispered, his throat had gone dry and he felt like he was going to sob. his father was dead, he knew that. he didn't know how or why thomas was here, he didn't know if poppy had brought him back for his birthday, but he didn't really need an explanation.

so, ian stood there, gawking at the face of thomas. he hadn't seen the man in 12 years, you see. ian took a step back, his mouth still wide open. "m-mum?" he whispered, turning around quickly. "mum!"

thomas looked around carefully, nick jogging downstairs and stopping as soon as he saw thomas. oh, and of course, ian looking slightly panicked as he grabbed his phone.

thomas smiled slightly when he saw nick, he knew that he'd sent the man a letter telling him that if he died, he needed to get with kiernan before someone else did.

and if looked like nick took his advice, thank god. although it did hurt thomas to see ian relax slightly when he realized nick was there, and to realize that kiernan loved nick now..not him.

thomas wouldn't try to break that, however, if he even stayed long enough to contemplate it. he wouldn't, he would take nick's place. the best friend, that's it. watch the woman he loves be happy with someone else.

that's when thomas realized ian was calling peyton, no one except ian knew that she had photographic memory. thomas laughed slightly when he realized that ian was calling peyton to see if he were actually thomas.

"peyt?" ian whispered, watching thomas carefully/

"what's up, bub?" peyton hummed, there was water running in the background and ian assumed she was helping anna do the dishes.

"can you describe what my dad looked like?" 

peyton frowned, she thought it was a weird request but didn't question it. "sure?" she hummed, sitting down. "he had hair like yours..well, sometimes. he had a baby face, never really was able to grow facial hair, small nose. his eyes got real wide and he shrunk when he got scared, had a cheeky smile when he wanted to-"

"peyton, can you come over?" ian interrupted, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

peyton nodded quickly, she could hear it in his voice.

ian was crying. "i'll be right over, bub."

and she was, brendon driving her over as she didn't have her license yet.

they walked in, brendon's eyes widening when he saw kiernan, nick, and thomas on a couch and ian sitting in a chair.

peyton walked in, flopping down on ian but immediately sitting up when she saw thomas. "holy shit!"

"language." thomas looked up quickly, shaking his head.

"...i'm seventeen, calm your tits."

ian giggled slightly, sniffling and hiding in her side.

brendon stayed in the doorway, just gaping at thomas. "you're dead though."