The two of us walked into the Burgershire and walked to the cash register. "What do you want?"
"What?" Ian turned towards me.
"I'm paying. My treat." I told him.
"No. No. It's my breakfast." he told me.
"Well, it's your birthday. And I have to make up for not having your birthday pancakes." I told him.
"It's not your fault your uncle banished you from the kitchen for the rest of the month." Ian told me.
"Well, it is my fault I cursed out the temporary substitute in culinary arts for insulting my prized homemade brownies." I told him. "Don't worry. I got this handled." I ordered our two meals (because I was still hungry).
And the two of us sat down to wait for our food. We sat down and the elf sitting with his son said, "Hey, Go! Griffins!"
"What?" Ian asked the elf.
"You go to Willowdale College?" the elf asked as he gestured to Ian's sweatshirt.
"Oh no. This was my dad's." Ian told him.
The elf got a better look at the name on the sweatshirt. "Lightfoot? Wilden Lightfoot?"
Ian chuckled. "Yeah."
"You're kidding. I went to college with him ("Really?"). Yeah. Boy, I was so sorry to hear that he passed away." the elf said.
"Yeah. Thanks." Ian told him.
"You know, your dad was a great guy. So confident. When he came into a room, people noticed." the elf chuckled. "The man wore the ugliest purple socks every single day."
"What? Why?" this must have been the most he's every heard about his dad. Aside from Barley's three memories of him. Scratchy beard, goofy lap, and drumming on his feet.
"Hey, that's exactly what we asked." the elf told him. "But he was just bold. I always wished I had a little bit of that in me."
"Yeah. Wow. I've never heard any of this about him before." Ian admitted. "What else do you remember?"
"Dad!" the elf's son held up the to-go order.
"Oh, sorry. Gotta get this guy off to school. Hey it was nice meeting you." the elf told him.
"You too." Ian said before the elf walked away with his son. "Bold."
A few more moments and we got our food and walked to our high school. The two of us sat down on the bench and ate our breakfast (my second breakfast). Ian started to write some things down in his notepad.
He was always doing stuff like that. I saw invite kids to party, learn to drive, speak up more, and be like dad all under the heading new me.
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𝙃𝙖𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜―𝐈𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Fanfiction[Y/N] Hexblossom is the best friend of Ian Lightfoot who goes with him and his brother, Barley, on a quest. A quest to bring back his father. 🚨Cometh Soon🚨
