The Flash Of A Star || Ian Lee :)

Chapter 3

I open my eyes to blinding lights, and gasp remembering my dream.

When I get a fandom, they will be called the leesbians. I have to use that name because an angel came in my dreams to tell me what name my fandom should be, so it's gonna be Leesbians.

I let out a small yawn and take out my notebook, flipping to a brand new page.

After writing down the name, I put the book away and do my business in the bathroom before heading downstairs to greet Ed.

"Hey kid, you woke up early today" Ed said, rolling his eyes, while running his hand through my hair.

"Yes sir" I yell, while doing a salute. I mean why not start today with some fun.

Ed ruffles my hair once more before turning away and going back to cooking.

Even if he doesn't seem to be the person who likes to cook, he would and they normally tasted awful.

He is the type of person who tries to do stupid things, and most of them actually work out. Even so I love him with all my heart, and will continue to support him in everyway I can possible.

ED OR EDVASIANS POV (SORRY FOR THE SUDDEN SHIFT)

I head back into the kitchen and finish making my pancakes.

That poor kid didn't know what he was going for. Him..an idol? There is no way that could be possible because of the mental state he is in.

In short terms, he is a psychopath, who will do anything to get what he wants. So I if I denied him something, I wouldn't wake up the next morning.

I'm kind of hoping that the plan doesn't work, but I have to admit it is pretty smart. Ian could be a genius if he wanted, but he just refuses to be.

I let out a small sigh and grab the plate of burnt pancakes and started to walk to a table sitting down at one of the chairs.

Nervously I nibble on my pancake and wait for Ian to walk through the door.

He walks in with a big grin, carrying a shìt ton of food and sits down across from me.

"You know you can't have that right? As an trannie your going to have to get used to dieting" I mumble, peering through my lashes to stare at the kid.

I picked him up from the street when he was around 8, and the scene I found him in was terrible.

At that time Ian had a bottle in his hand that he used to pierce his mother's chest, and they were both covered in blood.

Even so I had to love him, after all we did togther.

"I was getting it for you" he mumbled, handing over the bag of food.

I let out a fake gasp and hug the kid before telling him what we would do today.

A/N: OKAY I ADMIT THAT WAS KIND OF A FILLER CHAPTER, BUT ATLEAST YOU NOW KNOW THAT IAN IS A PSYCHOPATH.

Someone give me ideas so I can write more shìt ;)

Please correct spelling errors and grammar mistakes cause uh I never notice those and thanks for reading. Love you leesbians, let's hope Ian let's us suck his toes :)