c: ian o'shea


you sat down. it was nice to be outside. and you knew Ian would be there shortly. he always followed, making sure you were okay. you knew he tried to be discrete but you always knew.

after a while someone sat next to you, “what are you doing out here alone?” he asked. 

“waiting for you i guess.” you answered, turning to look at him.

he grinned, “what?”

“you follow me.” you stated, “when i leave.”

“yeah well… there’s no way to make this not sound creepy is there?”