Ian's house is fairly large, people describe him as the blonde haired, blue eyed rich boy type. I mean there not to far from the truth but at least they could word it in a way that didnt make him sound like a pris, he wasn't prince charming rich but he was wealthy enough for Colorado. his house is very beautiful though it has a nice view of some mountains.
I like walking around his driveway, his dog max is always there to lick to death intruders. but as max wacks my side with his huge tail, I step back and head for the door. But as usual I barely get one nock in before someone (ian) comes bolting. "hey, how you been" he leans in for a hug but I have to deny, he has a puzzled look on his...