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Love Me, Love Me Not!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: The Imaginarium

Chapter 1 (v.1) - chapter 1.

Submitted: February 09, 2019

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Chapter 1.

It had not always been Ian and Ella; that would have been just too corny. Then again, maybe it would have been like that if we had grown up together, but that is something we’ll never know.

In real life, I met Ian when I was fifteen years old. He was the new kid at school, the one everyone wanted to weigh up, test out. I think he could have joined any of the groups of kids that he set his eyes on and yet he chose to hang out with me – Ella, the odd-ball loner. Used to being teased and taunted, I was soon to find that would happen less and less since Ian was beside me, holding my hand. I was suddenly, if not popular, at least acceptable.

Of course, college could have finished us off as a couple. He was so much cleverer than I was, had options to pick where he went, what he'd study, while my prospects were so much more limited. It didn’t take long for me to make up my mind; I’d put my further education on hold and I’d go wherever Ian went. There was bound to be something I could do to make getting through college that bit easier for him.

So began my seemingly endless jobs. Bar work, shop work, coffee bars and fast food joints. I’d do any of them so long as I had my evenings free. These we would spend together, luxuriating in our closeness, discussing Ian’s assignments and the lectures he’d been to. The fact that he never asked about my day did not bother me, for really, what was there to say.

I didn’t really have any friends of my own, but we did go out from time to time with other students. After a couple of drinks they’d get more in to their debates and I would sit there pretending to understand but keeping my mouth firmly shut in case I made a total fool of myself. Did I worry that he’d find someone else more intelligent to spend his time with? Of course I did, but Ian claimed it was me that he loved and I made myself believe him.

I wasn’t beautiful, not by anybodies standards, but I wasn’t ugly either. Ian made me feel like I was something special, someone to be cherished. And he wanted it to be him that was doing the cherishing. He’d be my world and I would not need anything or anyone more than him to make my life complete.


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