Rising From The Shadow 20

Rich
"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"Hey, Rich. It's Ian."
Ian? Why would Ian be calling me? I hardly talked to him at the party. I've hung out with Alyssa in the past, but not when they were dating.
"We need a favor, can you drive..?"
Ugh. Of course that's all he needs. "Umm, why?" I asked.
"huh.. Well, it's a long story.... I'll tell you during the drive."
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I pulled up to the campsite, wondering what exactly had happened. Ian looked pissed as he got into the front passengers seat.
"Whats wrong? You look pissed."
"She took my car," He said through clenched teeth. "Fricking Catherine STOLE my car!"
"Who's that?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"It wasn't her, it was her boyfriend," Alyssa argued, getting in the car, putting her legs to the side to let Frankie in an into the back. Some guy sat next to her.
"Who's that, next to Alyssa?" I asked Ian quietly.
"Carlisle, he's going to my house. He's been through a ton of problems, just don't.... Be mean or anything, and I'm not saying you would. Just don't."
I nodded. "okay."
The car ride was silent, minus the whispers between Alyssa and Carlisle, and I could tell it really pissed Ian off to see someone flirting with his girlfriend. Finally I had dropped Alyssa and Frankie off at Catherines- they were going to get Ians car back to him, then get Alyssas car at Ians. I tried to get back as soon as possible, I don't like the fact that a stranger was in my car.
Finally I pulled into Ians driveway. "You want to hang out?" Ian asked, unbuckling.
"Uhh...." I hated saying no. "Alright," I sighed.
We all got out of the car and went into Ians living room. I plopped down on the couch.
"So," Ian said. "How are you coping with Leia?"
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Ian
I had already told Carlisle about Leia when we were walking, so I was sure it was okay to ask.
"I'm finally okay." Rich sighed and half smiled. "I think I've learned that even though the one I loved is dead, it just means that we weren't meant to be." he sighed again. "But I really did love her."
Carlisle huffed out air and scratched the back of his hair. "Speaking of love," Carlisle looked at me nervously. "Ian, I need to tell you something."