His name is Ian. He seemed like the perfect guy that anyone would ever want. He had hair that was as soft as feathers, a smile so white that you could see your own reflection, a laugh that made you smile, and eyes that were completely out of this world. He was everyone's crush and everyone's dream. Ian didn't seem like a playboy.. Please, he was extremely picky of who he dated. But, if he was so picky, then why did he choose me? Out of all the people in this world, he chose me.