★Friends★

12

Ian woke up with a pounding headache and basically no will to live.
And it didn't help that Fiona barged into his room a second later. "Good Morning!" She whisper yelled directly at Ian and nudged him, trying to get him up and being careful not to wake up the whole house. Ian groaned and pulled the covers up over his head but Fiona just dragged them back off. "Get up and eat so I can yell at you." She said with a hardness in her voice and walked out the door. Ian groaned but sat up and the room spun.

Ian didn't remember much from last night, he didn't even remember how he got home. A few glimpses here and there but the rest was a blur. Ian tried to piece together some memories but his headache wasn't doing him any favors, so it was no use. Ian dragged himself from the bed for breakfast and the wrath of his sister.
***

It was obvious that Fiona was pissed since she yelled for about 10 minutes straight. Ian listened and was prepared to take whatever punishment she gave out, but she didn't. Instead she leaned against the fridge with her coffee and a sad look in her eye and started to speak. "I'm not your mother Ian but I am disappointed in you. Truth is I've been worried about you, so has Debbie."

Ian wanted to ask why but she kept going. "The past month you've been different. They way you act, it's looks a lot like one of Monica's manic episodes and I now with the drugs, I just..." She trailed off, staring down into her coffee cup.

Ian was stunned at Fionas words but didn't say anything. Was he acting like Monica? She was a unmedicated bipolar drug addict. Sure Ian's been happy lately and a little jumpy but what was wrong with that. Ian hasn't done anything batshit crazy so he couldn't be her.

"I'm not Monica." Ian said into the uncomfortable silence between the two. Fiona looked like she was about to say more but was interrupted by knocking on the front door. "I'll get it." Ian muttered and went to answer the door. Fiona grabbed his arm before he left the kitchen.

"I'm just worried." She said with a sadness in her eyes. "You don't have to be." Ian replied and squeezed his sisters hand reassuringly. She nodded and went upstairs, probably to get Liam.

Ian opened the front door and Aiden was standing there with small smile. "Morning."