How To Live Without Dying

Tinsley was always loped in with the popular crowd in one way or another. It was just what her mother wanted. But, Tinsley couldn't stand it.

Ian was an indie skater kid with an undeserved bad reputation.

Sparks fly when they meet, but things quickly turn dangerous.

Sort of happened by chance, and I just kept on with it, but all of the chapter titles are taken from songs by Land of Talk.


10. Mon Coeur, Si Fort, Perdu Tout Pouvoir

I woke up and turned over to see Ian still sleeping. My eyes wandered down his chest to the scar on his abdomen. It was still a little pink, even after three weeks time. He turned over and threw his arm over my waist. He was so warm. It was amazing how at home I felt right here in his arms. It was all I'd ever need.

I looked at his arm. The scar on it was barely visible. I really did do good work.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Good morning," he answered sleepily, his eyes cracking open. "Want some breakfast?"

My stomach growled, as if answering for me.

He kissed my cheek, then sat up and stretched. I grabbed the shirt he wore to the wedding off of the floor and pulled it on. I stood up and followed him into the kitchen, where he'd stopped dead in his tracks.

"Good morning," Preston said at the other end of a shotgun, right inside of our kitchen.

The maid and butler were tied up and gagged  in the adjoining dining area.

"What do you want?" Ian asked, his voice tight with anger.

"I want to play a game," he said and someone hit me on the back of the head with something blunt.


The rest of this chapter will be told from Ian's point of view.


I woke up with a start and immediately looked around for Tinsley. But, she wasn't there. No one was there. I wasn't even restrained.

I gained my bearings and realized I was in my living room. The remote control to my dvd player was on my lap with a note stuck to it.

"Press play," I read and looked at the screen.

"Hello," Preston said lazily from the tv, his eyes glazed and bloodshot. "Reese, as you may know, I have your girl. At this point, you're probably wondering why I've been doing this. You have to know, by now, that it's been me all along. I made Teresa lie about that night at the party so that I could get you off the team. I have hated you for so long. You were always so good at everything. And I felt like I'd finally gotten you out of the way and made you miserable. But, back in May, I saw that you weren't unhappy at all. You were fine. You could've cared less. And then, you went and got the girl, too. Well, that... That was just the piss on the cake. Drove me insane. So, I've taken her away from you, too."

I jumped to my feet, my balled fists shaking with rage at my sides.

"You can try to come get her, if you'd like," Preston continued. "I'll give you until the stroke of midnight to find us. Hey... she knows how to swim, right?"

He arched a brow and cackled.

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