Part Four, Family Matters

Jamie never really asked if it was okay to move in with Ian it just sort of happened. But Ian didn't complain, he loved her and was happy just to be in the same room as her. Jamie worked a lot, there for Ian took care of little Francis. The little baby was very cute and charming but sometimes Francis could be really evil. He bit Ian several times and so on, but Ian figured that the little baby didn't mean anything with it. After all he was just a small cute baby boy.

Soon Ian and Jamie realised that she was pregnant, she had been feeling sick for sometime and eventually got a pregnancy test. It was positive. Ian was thrilled, he had always wanted a family, of course he loved Francis as a son but to have a child of his own flesh and blood was something different. Jamie didn't say much, she claimed that she was happy but any one except Ian could tell that she was lying.

As her stomach grew so did Francis, he was a very spirited toddler. He was up most hours of the day and was quite a task taking care of. But he was very loved, Jamie didn't spend much time with her son but when she held him in her arms there were no doubt about her love.

Ian felt that this was the right time, he had to pop the question. Would you marry me?
She said yes and left for work, Ian was happy because of her approval. But even Ian was starting to realise something in their relationship was wrong. She was never ever at home and more importantly since the night she moved in they have hardly touched each other.

When Jamie came home the night of the proposal she went straight to bed. She was tired but soon woke up. She had gone in to labour. Jamie rushed to the hospital. Ian picked up Francis and ran after his soon to be wife. The birth went very well, after just ten hours the family could go home with a baby son. Ian named him Ernest Quinn after his favourite author. Ian had never been happier, he loved his fianceé, his step-son and his new born baby so much it almost hurt.

Part Three, Library Romance

Ian continued with his life in a slow pace, he worked to earn money and searched for a publisher to publish his book. But one day at the library would change his life forever.

There she was, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Even though Ian didn't like talking to people he felt a need to get to know this strange pretty girl.

-Hello, he said and smiled uncertainly.
- Hi, the girl said with a wonderful smooth voice. Ian didn't know what to say and tried something really cheesy.
- You go here often? he asked.

- Not really, I have to borrow some books, she said and sighed. The conversation didn't really go the way Ian had intended. He was getting more and more nervous; he inhaled slowly and tried to calm down. But despite his efforts to calm down he couldn't. Ian ran, he literary ran. All the way home, he even forgot his bike...

A few weeks later the doorbell rang (Ian had built a house with the help of Derek) in the middle of the night. Ian opens the door and was amazed of what he saw. On his doorstep stood the beautiful girl from the library and in her arms she held a baby. He could see that her eyes were filled with tears.

- Hi, she said and tried to smile.

- Hi, Ian answered.

- Can I stay her over the night, my boyfriend has left me, she said and Ian was chocked by her honesty.

-Ehmm, sure you can, he said and smiled sincerely.

- Thank you, the girl said and added, my name is Jamie and this is my son Francis. I don't have anywhere to live, can we stay here for some time.

- Okay, Ian answered chock by his hospitality.

Little Francis spends the night on a pile of towels while his mother and Ian was enjoying themselves in the bedroom.

Part Two, I Crave Loneliness

The worst part of not having a house was, according to Ian, the total lack of privacy. Poor Ian had a problem with speaking to people and being in crowds. Now he had to shower in public. He hated it but had no choice. His work at the cemetery was hard and he got dirty and sweaty, the only possible option was going to the local gym for a shower.

Ian really wanted more money and the only way he could think of making them was writing a novel. Ian couldn't handle a normal job because of the fact that co-workers existed.

Ian spends time writing instead of reading nowadays. His novel was called; "Trouble Loves Hatred". It was the story of a young boy's lack of friends and social life. But the young boy named Liam didn't mind. He hated everyone and everything except himself. Liam was happy on his own and that's the story of the novel.

In many ways the novel reflected Ian's childhood, he was bullied and had no friends. Ian spend most of his childhood in solitude, reading a book or writing. He had friends; Ernest, Oscar, John, Graham, the list was long. His favourite authors were his best friends.

Part One, Touch Down!

This is Ian Quinn, he has just moved to Sunset Valley. He bought a nice house on a beautiful lot, or that's what he thought. Unfortunately he was tricked by the sellsman and all Ian got was a big empty lot. He don't have any money, the only thing he got is a bike and a bed. He doesn't have any friends or family, but he isn't very sad about that. The fact that he didn't get a house on the other hand upset him quite a bit. But Ian never complains, that's one of his problems.

The next day Ian went to the cemetery. He was determined to get a job, he was afraid of speaking to the cemetery boss but he preferred more than going on the dole. When Ian arrived at the cemetery his possible future boss didn't even say hello to Ian. Ian swallowed hard and then started talking:

- Hi, my name is Ian Quinn. I am new to this town. C-could I possibly get a job here? The man looked strangely at Ian and nodded. Then he continued raking the leaves, Ian looked at the man and was in a state of chock. Had he actually been able to get a job?
- When do I start? he asked slowly.
- Tomorrow at 6 pm, the man answered.

Ian's new boss wasn't much of a talker, his name was Derek and he lived on his own in a small cottage. Derek was old and tired, he was very happy that Ian was willing to help him on the cemetery.Ian quickly found his favourite spot in the new town; the Library!

He read tons of books and loved the works of Ernest Hemmingway. Ian loved the library because it was isolated; hardly anyone came there. It was old and full of memories. It reminded him of the cemetery, rustic and cosy. Ian loved strange things, the dust on an old book and the wilted flowers on a forgotten grave. He loved the fact that no one is remembered forever, everything ends. Ian knew that thoughts like that were unusual, but he liked being different. It made him feel special.