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However, beneath this surface, beneath the layers of illusion, Ivy was far from ordinary. It wasn’t that she had magical powers or anything of that sort, at least, not in the traditional sense. She just had a mysterious affinity for art, painting and drawing in particular. She had a way of making sense of the world through her paints and pencils. She never seemed able to leave her canvases and papers empty, she always filled them in – filling in every empty space from top to bottom and left to right. Her creations were always so filled with life that the images appeared as though they were in danger of spilling off the pages. What was most extraordinary about her creations however was that something unknown always seemed to reveal itself amidst the multitude of images that she could never quite comprehend with the complex rationality of her conscious mind. Though the images that revealed themselves were always of her own creation, she was never able to recall creating them. She was always, without exception, surprised upon viewing her finished work. She drew things that she did not know, secrets that had yet to be discovered, faded memories of her long forgotten past, and dreams that would never dare to be uttered. These images did not merely pertain to herself, but to all of her subjects - people, nature, and the universe itself. Whenever people gazed upon her artwork, they never failed to peer upon them in awe, in fascination and delight. They would ask her what these strange images meant, but she never seemed able to answer. Though she could draw the images, she could not explain them - people had to face their own secrets, their own hidden desires and yearnings, their own demons and fears. Everything was always up to the subject, never the revealers. Apart from this mysterious talent of hers, she appeared, as it has mentioned, the same as any other. She was rather small and fair of skin that was sprinkled with slight freckles, with luminescent emerald eyes – that her Nana Izzy often said could steal the soul of all who were pierced by them, and deep auburn locks of hair. Though she was strikingly beautiful to all those who beheld her, she appeared, apart from this unnatural beauty, to be normal in every sense of the word. The only abnormal thing about her appearance was a small, intricately designed, daisy tattooed on the underside of her wrist. When she’d asked Nana Izzy, her adopted mother who she loved and valued above all others, she replied that she’d had it since she was a baby
and found on the doorstep in front of St. Agnes’ Orphanage for children. What was most unusual about this particular tattoo was not the mere fact that she’d had it since near birth, but was that sometimes, out of the corner of her eye, she could swear she’d see it move, flutter, and breathe. She knew this was ridiculous and, whenever she saw such strange occurrences, pushed the thoughts out of her mind immediately. Because, after all, she constantly reminded herself, tattoos did not breathe. What was more, apart from these witnesses, her tattoo, upon pressing her nose up against it, actually smelled of a live, fresh daisy that had just been plucked from the wilderness itself. This too, she knew, was an impossibility. Even if it were made from some sort of scented ink, it surely could not have lasted this long; it surely would have faded by now. No matter however, by this point, Ivy had grown so accustomed to this strange tattoo of hers that she rarely gave it a moment’s thought. Nevertheless, there were times, however, usually just before sleep, where she imagined it meant something more, something magical – like it belonged to another world. Of course, she would never dream of admitting to such foolish thoughts of child-like fancy. It was a night like any other; Ivy sat at her mahogany desk in front of her bedroom window, overlooking the night sky and fields of flowers in front of her cottage-like house, painting the distant memories of her past. At least she thought they were of her past. Of course, as was usual, she couldn’t explain why she knew this, it was just a feeling she had that seemed to awaken itself from amidst her bones. She painted a woman, at least, what she thought was a woman – it was hard to tell for she was so hidden in the shadows that her figure could scarcely be discerned. From what she could tell, the woman was so beautiful that, upon gazing at her, caused her breathing to momentarily suspend itself. Despite her beauty, however, it was not a happy image. The woman lay in a soft bed encircled by decayed flowers and plants, all of which were nearly completely engulfed by the encroaching shadows. Her face was naive and peaceful. The shadows were murderous. The only redeeming quality of this particular image, the only semblance of hope, presented itself in the top most corner of the page. There, stood a woman with a baby cradled in her arms. She was the only source of light in the entire painting, which only reinforced the blinding quality of her luminescence. Ivy put down her brush to ponder the image before her. What did
it mean? Who were these intoxicatingly beautiful women and who was the baby in the luminescent woman’s arms? She did not know why, but she had a nagging suspicion that the baby was her. This was, of course, ludicrous – the image was so fantastical, so magical, that she could not possibly be a part of it. For, as she was constantly reminded by her once best friend, Elsie, magic was not real. Of course her current best friend, Adam, and her Nana Izzy, always insisted that there was no reason why magic should not be real. Ivy, however, knew that they were wrong. Most likely, they were merely trying to encourage her trust and belief in the power of imagination. But imagination, she knew, was not magic. Frustrated, she tossed her brushes into the cup of water she used for rinsing them and prepared for bed. She was rather tired after all. Upon waking, Ivy slipped her delicate feet into her purple fuzzy slippers, pulled on her velvet robe of lilac over her silky black slip and headed towards the bathroom to shower, brush her teeth, and prepare for the long day of work that lay ahead of her. She walked across her soft violet carpet – for, if you haven’t been able to tell by this point, purple, in every shade, was her absolute favourite color – and made her way towards her bathroom. The only color that could come near competition was green, which was spread, in a vibrant shade of emerald, much like her eyes, across her bedroom and bathroom walls. She could not explain her affinity for these colors, but they seemed to stir something inside of her, to awaken something in the deepest-most pit of her soul. Upon entering the bathroom, she grabbed her purple tooth-brush, rinsed it, and spread a small pea-size drop of tooth paste onto it. She never liked to look at herself as she did this, for, despite her ethereal beauty, she always felt uncomfortable looking at herself for too long. She brushed her teeth until they felt smooth and clean and turned on her bathtub faucet to warm the water for her shower. If she had not turned back to grab her comb on her bathroom counter this particular morning, she may not have noticed the most striking change about her. She dropped the comb she had just picked up onto the floor as she gazed up at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw was startling. In the place of her usual auburn locks, were long black waves, so dark that they seemed to contain the shadows themselves within them. The eyes that stared back at her were not the usual emerald eyes, but were speckled with shades of violet and jade. Her mouth hung open. She could not explain, for the life of her, what
brought on this strange shift in her appearance. While most teenagers might, upon discovering such strangeness, run to their mothers for coalescence, Ivy did not. She was unusually independent for her age – not the kind of independence that adolescents demanded when they reached a certain age, but a true independence that reflected a need to take care of everything herself. She did not want to bother her Nana Izzy with such strangeness; she planned to tell her that her coworker and friend, Liza, had dyed her hair after work. And that, she decided, was that. She chose not to puzzle over the matter anymore than was necessary; for, she could not change what had already occurred. Such thoughts were a mark of her unnatural maturity and acceptance of strangeness in the world she lived in. So, just as she would have any other day, she showered, dressed herself in her in her high-rise greens shorts and black collared shirt – which, along with a green apron and roller skates, were part of her work attire at the ‘60s diner, California Dreamin’, where she worked – and headed, before her Nana Izzy could wake, out the door for work. Ivy walked through the doors of California Dreamin’ with a forced air of confidence that she did not feel. She knew she would be greeted with an abundance of “what did you do to your hair’s?”, and she didn’t much feel like dealing with them. You see, even though she could lie – in fact she could do it rather well if she needed to – she really didn’t like having to do it. Whenever she lied, she felt as though something wasn’t right inside of her – it was a similar feeling to the way she felt whenever the urge to vomit took hold of her. Regardless, despite any aversions to lying she might feel, she knew, in this particular instance, that she must. It wasn’t as if she could just march into work saying, “Oh, yeah, I just woke up with a different hair color,” and be taken seriously. No, she would have to lie. It was really the only way. Sure enough, the first thing she heard upon entering the door was Liza’s, her very best friend at work who she fortunately worked alone with on Saturday’s, shrieks of, “Ivy! What on earth did you do to your hair?” When Ivy looked up at her with a look of annoyance she added, “Not that it doesn’t look amazing! I love it!” And, just like that, Ivy believed her. That was the thing about Liza, every word that was uttered out of her mouth was spoken with such a level of utmost sincerity that she
was just that. for one fleeting moment. “Thanks Liza. She suspected that was part of the reason why she liked her so much. Ivy had become wary of whether or not any human being had as soft a heart of hers – not. You look gaaawgeous. they understood each other on such a deep level. he seemed a kind. They truly cared about everyone they met. in a mock version of what she called her grandmother’s “Jewish voice. I’m thinking about changing it back though. indicating the arrival of a customer. To her dismay however. “sensitives” – they saw the world through their emotions and.” Ivy laughed in what felt like the first time in a long time. “It’s so snow white. respectable boy who she could trust and let down her rigid guard with. even.” she squealed. The two seemed to understand each other on some level that no one else had ever been able to. it was only Lucius. But alas. a feeling that told them that they could trust the other and know that their intentions were good. her ex-boyfriend that she had been foolish enough to date on the mere premise of illusions.” as their manager liked to put it – Ivy heard the bell on the front door.” Ivy murmured as she greeted her in the diner’s entryway. an illusion. that she often thought of herself in such ways. as though everything was normal again. “I did it last night.couldn’t possibly help but trust her whole-heartedly. Liza seemed to see right into the pit of her soul.” Liza screamed. prior to meeting Liza. that there really weren’t any words to explain it away. She skated over to the door to greet the customer and escort them to their seat. When first meeting Lucius. if they didn’t care about them in return. what Nana Izzy liked to call. after putting on her skates and apron – for. she soon learned that this illusion of his. she felt a curious sensation grasp hold of her – a sensation that seemed to shout from within that the world as she knew it was about to change. this image of perfection.” “Nonsense. all the waitresses were required to serve their customers’ on roller skates for an extra “touch of ambience. For a moment. as her best friend Adam liked point out. nor lies spoken. He was just like every other adolescent young male in Sunnybrook – . The two girls were both. because of this. She began to feel as though everything would be okay. You see. It was just a feeling. always treated everyone else in such a way as to ensure that no feelings were hurt. Minutes later.
as it had become painfully obvious after just a week of dating. Why they insisted on eating at California Dreamin’ every Saturday. They always liked to make things difficult for them. What she saw was sheer. For some reason. and skated over to greet the next customer. But. all his acts good intentions. he turned around. Irritated. don’t like me?” He teased. “Ivy dear. They thought it highly amusing. and prepared to read until the arrival of the next customer. were nothing but illusory lies held onto in order to acquire a sexual conquest. “I’m hurt you won’t serve us yourself. It was. most likely. She’d have to think up a way to pay her back for her constant kindness. a tall slender frame that nevertheless showed evidence of definition. as conquests or games with which they sought to emerge victorious. that was all he cared about. For that was how the males of Sunnybrook saw women. Ivy grabbed her book. hopped up from the stool she had been seated on. she did not know. For. and a tight black T-Shirt. What’s the matter. Her breath caught in her throat. When she reached him. laughing so hard he could barely get the words out.” she heard Lucius call out. She could just see a wild bush of shaggy ink black hair. “Hey baby. she couldn’t quite explain. large black skater shoes. so she shut her book. She would not be serving them. before she could reach him. Sure enough. And all his pretences. due to the humiliation she had inflicted on Lucius when she. Liza immediately hopped up off her counter stool and skated over to Lucius’s table to take their no doubt complicated orders. quite suddenly. raw beauty in . as she grabbed three menus for him and his friends and lead them towards the furthermost table. Moments later she heard the loud bing of the door. and a pair of faded dark jeans. she knew Liza would understand and take up the task good-naturedly. his back was facing away from her. The Birth of Tragedy.consumed by the incessant drive for sex. by Freidrich Nietzsche which she was currently reading. her heart skipped a beat as she reached out her arm to catch the apparent stranger’s attention.” he said. upon revealing her predicament to Liza. dumped him in front of the whole school after he had tried to publically put his hand down her shirt to grab hold of her breasts.
Prior to today. although she’d experienced this ill-at-ease when first working at California Dreamin’. And. which was so small you could walk to the other side of town and back. She suddenly felt strange on her roller-skates. beautiful rhythmic melody inside the . “If you would be so obliged. she had never once encountered a soul who could rival her in the paleness department. maybe a little bit older.its essence.” she stuttered after catching her breath. she heard a faint.” She was trying. of course it wasn’t her soul his eyes were reflecting.” he said in a smooth. who looked to be about her age. A beautiful boy. “why don’t you glance over the menu and I’ll be right with you. She set down his menu and beckoned for him to be seated. but because in a town the size of Sunnybrook. If you would be so obliged? Who on earth talked like that these days? He obviously wasn’t from around here. “Sure. velvety voice that grabbed hold of her heart and shook it out of balance. And when he touched her it was if time stood still. The boy. with him trailing behind her. rather fruitlessly to redeem some semblance of the professionalism she had allowed to momentarily slip. She grabbed a menu and skated over to the table where he would be seated. She gazed into his beautiful black eyes and saw her soul reflected back in them. “Can I.” she managed. Which. amidst all this. She felt electric currents pulsate through her body. after another moment’s hesitation. she had been working there for so long by now that she had more than gotten used to it. she knew every one of its inhabitants.” she informed him. What was she saying.” he murmured. froze somehow. “Right this way. she knew not simply because of the strange manner in which he spoke. Why should this stranger make her so uncomfortable? He was just a boy after all. grabbing hold of her hand before she could skate off. she reminded herself. sideways grin that revealed his perfect white teeth. had jet black eyes to match his scruffy hair and paper white skin. Which was odd because. “get you a table?” He grinned at her. a slant. “I’ll just be a minute. she had clearly been reading too many fantasy books.
” “What’s that.” she muttered to herself as she entered the diner’s bathroom.” Liza continued as she swung the bathroom door shut behind her.” “Here. She had gotten lost in those deep. “I’m just feeling a little off color is all. “I’ll just have a chocolate shake if it’s not too much trouble. as she reached his table. handing her a bottle of pills. always putting her friends above anyone else. but a smile so big that it caused her heart to skip a beat. this time not just a smirk. popping one of the small white pills into her mouth and swallowing. “He’s just a boy. He smirked up at her. You can’t let yourself get swept away by looks alone. but he looked just as taken aback as she felt. That was another thing she liked about Liza. see you out there.” he replied.” “Thanks.” Liza said. she always knew when to immediately hate someone who’d wronged one of her friends.” Ivy managed.” sang Liza as she washed her hands. She looked up at him to see if he was the source of this. placing his hand on her wrist again before . She was just sweet like that. “Don’t mention it. “Take one of these. “Okay.” And then he smiled again. I take them all the time. “Oh nothing. “I’ll be right back. as she exited the bathroom stall. Ivy gathered up her courage and headed out the bathroom door to wait on this mysterious stranger. mirroring eyes of his. just like any other.” she managed. “It’ll be up in just a minute.” she heard Liza bellow from a nearby stall. “They’re Oxycottons. startled back to reality. “Not at all. upon finally regaining control of her bodily functions.” she replied. okay get a hold of yourself.pit of her own head. work wonders.” she managed. “Gotta get back to ass boy.” “Thank you.” she said. after what felt like an eternity. “What can I get for you?” she asked.
that it had something to do with her past. it was that nothing could ever take control of your body so long as you remembered to breathe properly. however. though she tried to pretend as if this mysterious stranger meant nothing to her. over to the customer’s table. she heard the bell from the kitchen.” she managed. And now. She picked it up and skated. Oh yes. once whatever strange connection between the two of them had broken. she told herself repeatedly. perhaps too eagerly. Bing. indicating the customer’s order being ready. She grabbed the chocolate shake from the Lazy Susan between the kitchen and the counter where she stood. . Flow. She skated over to the counter and pinned the strange customer’s order above the kitchen entrance. something more. Breathe. Surely it was coincidence. And this time. Ivy slipped her hand away from beneath Ian’s grasp. there was the strange change in the coloring of her hair and eyes that she had woken up with this morning. though she did not know how. Along with this urge to be near him. to get far away from him. the lights overhead flickered and sparks fell from the ceiling all around her. Breathe. Then. easing her nerves back to some semblance of a normalacy. What was going on these days? First. she felt something else. when he touched her. it did work to some extent. Whatever refief this allowed her. truth be told. It was a feeling that spoke to her through her bones. So long as you allowed oxygen to travel freely throughout your body. And something. What was it she’d always told her? She screwed her brain up trying to remember. And. the strange image she had created from her past. She felt the easing of her nerves as the oxygen made its way from her lungs into her brain. she could nevertheless not quell the longing she felt to run back to him and basque in his presence.she could leave. it nevertheless eased the speed at which her thoughts flew out at her. this… For. for she knew. “I’ll be right back. She remembered the words of her psychiatrist. She took several deep breaths. trying to break whatever spell she was under. a strange fear emitting from within herself that seemed to scream warnings of danger – telling her to run. She was just imagining things. whom her Nana Izzy had forced her to see in order to “deal” with the trials of adoption and the loss of her blood family.
” This last bit was dripping with a sarcasm so heavy that it was really much meaner than anything he had said before.” she stuttered into the direction where the boy had just been.“Here you go. “I’d be careful if I were you. noticing the stunned . in the direction of the customer’s table. trying to laugh off the whole situation. he murmured. “For your troubles.” Ivy could feel the uneven beats of her heart growing faster. laughing.” to the ground and him and his cronies backed out of the diner’s door. The two merely looked into each other’s eyes for a long time until she heard Lucius’s laughter from behind her. “Ivy here likes to lure men into her grasp and then drop them the moment they’re hooked.” he ordered in a voice so commanding that it didn’t sound right coming out of a boy his age’s mouth. melodic voice.”he bellowed in his smooth. “Apologize. In an instant. to her astonishment. “she’s a tease. But he was already back at his table and. with a false note of enthusiasm and calm that she did not feel. was finishing the milkshake that she couldn’t fathom how he had had time to drink. Lucius merely grinned back at him. Lucius’s mouth was twisted into a malicious grin. She turned around. She’d never put out. And then.” continued the boy.” he remarked. nothing more than a little tease.” she chimed. grasping at his collar and holding him up in the air. “Thanks. which she had worked so hard to control.” he said in a ruthless. to her utter disbelief. more money than she had ever seen. Oh no. mocking tone. Then he thrust a large wad of bills into her hand. unsteadied itself. Her breathing. before leaving. Perhaps Lucius sensed danger in the boy’s tone for the next thing she knew. to yell at Lucius to leave them alone if he had finished. the strange customer was right in front of Lucius’s cocky face. “sorry. “I said apoligize. “Be careful boy. he spat in her face.” he continued. she’s far to good for that. “My pleasure.
shoved the wad of bills into her apron pocket as she stared at the boy now exiting. he left the way he had entered. She had dropped the pan she had been washing as she took in Ivy’s changed appearance. under normal circumstances. “What did you do to your hair?” She finally managed after several moments silence. Like it?” .” continued Liza. “Look at this. already tired of having to answer such questions. But these were not normal circumstances. Though she no doubt felt gratitude towards the strange boy. And Ivy’s mouth fell open… II. in an amuzing tone. Ivy. in utter bewilderment. she would have shared the same amusement in Lucius’s fear. “Stir-fried tofu and vegetables. she felt just as much fear herself as she did gratitude. setting down her heavy bag of books that she always carried everywhere with her. “I don’t know. Ivy could not blame her for. “Liza dyed it after work.look on her face.. just like that. “What’s for dinner?” Ivy asked her Nana Izzy as she walked through the kitchen door. She clearly found Lucius’s weakness in the presence of this strange customer highly amusing. “He left me a massive tip!” And she reached her hand into her apron pocket only to pull out a large pile of leaves and stones that seemed to have replaced the wad of bills the boy had given her. She had always been that way. trying to force her mind back to happier thoughts.” she finally said. hopelessly independent and determined to manage everything herself. “I.” she stammered. And furthermore. And then. she nevertheless liked to fight her own battles herself. “What was that about?” She heard Liza asking from behind. turning around from the kitchen sink to face Ivy. “Oh. Clang.” she replied.” “I’ve never seen Lucius back down to anyone in all my life.” Ivy began.
“I guess its just one of those things that was bound to happen with puberty. she was too exhausted even for that. velvety voice that lulled her deep into submission.” stammered Ivy. I’m thinking about changing it back. at smoothing out the rough edges and re-establishing a semblance of normalacy. How very wrong she was. who was always so good at easing her worries. Ivy went to bed early that night without even bothering to begin her ritual nightly painting. The velvet voice contained such an element of sadness within it that. would be a long peaceful night of slumber.“Well you know how partial I am to red. nothing to be worried about. though she could explain away her hair by pigments and dyes. it was so faint she could scarcely hear it. “Thanks. “They were just like that when I woke up. They’re beautiful. crawled into bed. Suddenly she could not understand why she had feared Izzy’s reaction. That night.” began Izzy. “But if you like it. At first. soothed her nerves. “I just thought… it was time for a change. And Ivy loved her for it.” Izzy began after several moments. She ran into the woods she presently found herself in. then I like it. of course. smooth. as she reached a hand up to her own flaming red hair. A soft. I just thought. made her yearn to seek it out – to somehow soothe its pain. Izzy. she could not quite explain away the flecks of violet and jade that had materialized in her eyes overnight. chasing . and stretched out her thin limbs to prepare for.” “Well you know you always look beautiful no matter what.” Ivy replied in relief.” she repeated. Painting always calmed her somehow. It came from somewhere in the distance.” “Thanks Nana.” “Well. But tonight. But what on earth…” continued Izzy as she got a closer look at Ivy’s altered appearance. she always responded to change unnervingly well in the face of everything. For. “what on earth happened to your eyes?” This was the question Ivy was dreading. “I don’t know. that she always did before nightfall.” she admitted.” That was Izzy’s way. “Yeah. She pulled on her purple paisly pajamas. Ivy heard a voice in her dreams. in all its beauty. what she hoped.
She ran until she grew so weak that she quite literally collapsed. She dressed herself in a sheer black shirt. singing her name. Ivy awoke in a sudden fright. truly felt. Her pajamas were soaked through with a cold sweat that pervaded her entire body. She couldn’t remember. This time it was loud. peaceful sleep she had yearned for. the beautiful. She ran until the muscles in her limbs burned. searching for something too beautiful to present itself. Before she could regain control of herself. was it something more? For some unknown reason that she couldn’t even voice out loud in the privacy of her own bedroom she felt. fuzzy boots. an eerily familiar. the velvety voice enveloped her in its embrace. The more she ran. praying for a response. and combed her long. The velvety voice did not reply for a long time. violet mini skirt. now black hair out so as to smooth out all the tangles. the farther it seemed to get. Finally. She ran until it seemed her lungs would explode. but all she could remember was a voice. it was something more – more than mere coincidence. and tight black leggings and black. she had slept so poorly that she felt as if her dreams were not mere dreams. . not appearing to be holding on to anything for support. She called to it. desperate to find its owner. To her surprise. She ran into the darkness. trying desperately to cling onto to the fading images. beautiful voice – the voice of the boy she’d met that day in the diner. She hadn’t gotten that long. The next morning. it dissipated into nothingness. she could feel her whole body quivering from head to toe. it called out to her. demanding its presence. however. her surroundings shifted from the darkness of the woods to the heavenly light of the sky. Ivy woke in a state of complete exhaustion. just as it started to feel more tangible. She called out to no one. on the contrary. exhausting her more every minute. She squeezed her eyelids shut. what she’d been dreaming about. She found herself floating in mid-air.the voice. She brushed her teeth. This was her favorite outfit – it comforted her somehow when days were hard. But. velvet voice called back to her. All she knew was that it was important. She’d never known anything so absolutely in her entire life. What did it mean? Was it mere coincidence? Was it simply her unconscious mind stringing together images of the day before? Or. but actual events that she partook in. for the life of her. washed her face.
“Someone’s anticipating a hard day ahead of her. she never let strange occurences get the better of her. “Just had bad dreams. she kissed the top of Ivy’s head and said.” muttered Ivy as she poured herself a bowl of cereal and seated herself at the kitchen table. because she was too beautiful to be tolerated – and they were all too jealous to want to give her the time of day. “almost .” she replied. not pushing – just putting the offering out there. “I can see that. rising and rinsing her mug of coffee. You know I’m always here. “All right. she was alarmingly level-headed in the presence of hardship. Ivy. “Want to talk about it?” Asked her Nana. And Elsie. and her fellow minions to Stacey Anne’s posse. That was what they had done to Elsie two years ago. “I had a rough night.” “I know. She passed Elsie. Ivy glared back. “Thanks.” “That’s an understatement. her once best friend who had sold her soul to the popular two years ago. who was so desperate to become one of them. complied with little to no hesitation when they told her she would have to ditch Ivy and her now best friend Adam.” Ivy managed. nothing a long day won’t wash out. to quote Mean Girls.” Nana Izzy said.” Ivy walked into Buffalo High School that morning not expecting anything unusual to transpire. noticing Ivy’s outfit upon her entrance into the kitchen. through a large mouthful of cereal.” said her Nana. All of them gave her glaring looks as she passed by. feeling as though she might be acting too distant to not raise further suspicion.” And she truly felt it.” Ivy replied. she added.” retorted Izzy. allowing her to at as she chose. “Not really. She hated the lot of them for their “higher than thou” superiority complex. She always left her to her own devices. That was another thing Ivy loved about her Nany Izzy. “I’ll be in my bedroom should you need me. and then. not much in the mood for her Nana’s questioning. “have a nice first day of school my dear.” Then. she always knew when not to pry. not prying. They thought they were such royalty that they could actually dictate who was an acceptable friend to have. and Adam because he was. I hope you’ll be feeling better soon. “you’re looking a bit off color.
She never quite shared his obsession with gazing at male beauty. if they were feeling up to it. she was – just not in an obssessive way like Adam was. when she reached the cafeteria she spotted Adam’s mop of shaggy blonde hair almost immediately. where she knew Adam would be waiting for her. Not that she wasn’t interested in boys. “Oh is that all?” She teased. “Guess who?”She murmured into his ear.” No matter. It had become a kind of ritual of sorts. “Sounds intriguing. She could always count on Adam to know the most intriguing information in the school.” he said. He was wearing his favorite green hoodie and tight black jeans. “Oh my goddesses Ivy you should see him.” she asked as she took a sip of the coffee he had in front of him. “So what’s today’s gossip.” She ran up to him from behind. Sure enough. every morning before the first bell rang. describing his beautiful lashes. “Close enough.” she said as she slunk herself down in the seat next to him. “Only the most gorgeos guy ever to walk the earth has enrolled here and is in OUR grade. Umm “Cher?” he squeeled. a lemon poppyseed muffin.” he sang.” she managed. her and Adam were far better off without their approval. in his hopelessly idealistic voice. with an air of forced nonchalence. Cher was his all time idol. She nevertheless enjoyed the gossip-like banter the two partook in. that enhanced what he liked to call his “perfect arse. slipping her hands over his eyes. It . and god-like hair. share a cup of coffee and. effervescent skin. she told herself as she passed their ruthless clique. And he was. She walked down the halls until she reached the school cafeteria. finally allowing the enthusiasm that had clearly been building up in him all morning to pour out. the two would.too gay to function. he adored every thing about her right down to her odd eccentricities. in a would-be-casual tone. forcing a little bit of enthusiasm to pour through her voice.
“Always knew you were special Ivy.made her feel normal somehow. He looked at her then. she did. greeted her teacher. “By the way. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good student. striding in such a way so as to make his hair flow with a breeze in his wake.” his eyes growing a little wider. She walked through the doorway. What was Elsie’s problem? How could she so easily pretend that the two hadn’t been in diapers together? She tried to repeat the wisdom. who she had always liked. Somehow. pointing in the direction of the cafeteria’s entryway. or didn’t care. And there. she’d just grown up seeing more bad in the student body than good. Then. great contacts too. trying not to absorb the harsh stares of Elsie and Stacey Anne. Ivy sucked in her breath. really looked at her. “Weird he said.”she said. greatful for his choosing to not make a big deal about the change. “Dig the hair. when she managed to accept this strange reappearance of the black haired boy. Mr. Rogers.” that Adam always voiced when she was upset about Elsie’s ease at becoming turn-coat. she was. “Woah. As Ivy had arrived several minutes before the first bell. She couldn’t explain her antisocial tendencies. hoping he would continue with this casual indifference.” he added in. before any more weirdness could emerge. given the strange occurences that had been happening to her as of late.” she murmured. Adam shoved her so hard she nearly fell off her chair. and took the seat in the backmost corner. walking through the doorway was the door from the diner. “her loss. was a relief. only letting it out when she managed to regain her composure.” “They’re not contacts. indicating . alone. shoving off any weirdness and nudging him in the ribs. Ivy walked to English class.” “Shutup. it didn’t always work.” he finally said. “There he is. the boy from her dream. in an offhand sort of way.” Ivy laughed at this. which. she merely liked sitting in the back – away from all the stares of the other students.
I never got the chance to formally introduce myself to you the other day. chuckling everso-slightly. whom I had been living with. She didn’t want him to get the wrong impression of the people of Sunnybrooke. Who was this boy? And. who has recently moved here out of sheer restlessness. “Ivy. the ashen faced. pulled the hood up over her head. Her mind began to wander. “What about your parents?” She asked.” he continued.” she began. she allowed the wave of exhaustion she had been feeling all morning wash over her. at Ivy’s prolonged silence. the first time any student had chosen to sit next to her in she couldn’t remember how long. to her great irritation and mounting anxiety.” he whispered. .” she finally managed after quite some time. He smiled at her tentatively.” he added as an afterthought. She slipped on her black hoodie. “I’m Ian. She looked up and saw. rather rudely she feared. almost as though this pleasure was just as much a surprise to him as it was to her. “Ivy. reached out his hand and said. “What brings you to this lovely town?” “My grandfather. why. more importantly why was in her in dream and why. feeling she ought to at least attempt at polite conversation. Great. “it was terribly rude of me. easing towards the brink of unconsciousness.the commencement of the school day. tired of me and sent me here to live with my uncle. It was just her luck that.” he said. did the mother he had given to her turn to bits of leaves and stones? “I guess I can understand you reluctance. “So. But. would be him.” Ivy just stared up at him in disbelief. “Your name is?” He prompted.” “He’s a bit of a nomad. and rested her head on her folded across her desk. Cole. They weren’t all bad. before sleep took hold of her she was suddenly shaken awake. not taking his hand.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ivy. allowing his outstreched hand to fall to his side. I regretted it of course. black haired boy sliding into the seat next to her.
the bell rang and Mr. Ivy bolted from her seat and hurried out the door before Ian had a chance to say anything more to her.” he chortled. “I’m sorry.” Which was odd. brown-haired.” she managed. remained startlingly silent during their investigation of this month’s “100 ways to pleasure your man. “both my parents are dead too. as was their custom on the first of every month.” And then. Adam. to her astonishment. amidst this strange desire for him. noticing the blush in her cheeks.” “Give it up. tried to ignore them as much as possible. the stronger the pull to get closer felt. truly looking sorry. after a very prolonged silence he said. “Dish. as well as the magnetic pull she felt. handing out syllabi and introducing the aims of the class.” he said. “I never told you that. She knew this. he added. feeling guilty. The further she tried to situate herself from him. Ivy went to the local bookstore with Adam to peruse.” he said. It frightened her. “Oh. growing more irritated by the second. in a strikingly matter-of-fact tone. Finally.” “How did you know I had english with him?” She asked.” And then.“Both dead. A voice inside her head seemed to warn her of some emmanent danger about him. Perhaps this was due to the magnetic pull she felt between her and Ian. beared and slightly chubby English teacher chimed in. given his usual proneness to burst out in fits of laughter. Rogers. she shared the truth that she rarely spoke of to anyone. As soon as the bell rang. was sheer foolishness and thus. “I hadn’t really noticed. endless amounts of trashy magazines and gossip about all the phonies at school. both . the short. “I heard you had English with him. Partly because she was not used to such feelings and partly because. no doubt tactfully slipped in. before the conversation could progress any further. after a pause. The class seemed to endure for an eternity. there was a resounding fear. That afternoon.” she began.” “I’m sorry to hear it. “So how bout that new kid? Is he a god or what?” “I. noticing Ivy’s foul mood.” She had. And then.
really. still laughing. an air of defiance in his voice.” . Stacey Anne would soon put an end to it. “Yeah. neglected to mention any interaction between Ian and her to anyone.because she wanted to and because she felt it was right in her bones. “What were you two doing talking about me anyhow?” “He just asked me about you is all. I told him you kicked its ass.” “You’ll just have to hear it yourself if you don’t believe me.” he paused for a second in thought.” he replied. his voice casual and unaffected. “Oh.” Adam replied. her breath coming up short. get a grip on yourself would you? I mean I know you’ve had your crushes before. “Yeah we had music together. “it sort of carries you away with it. with mounting enthusiasm. “He uh. told me.” he retorted. It was magical. so you two have been talking?” She asked. “What did he ask?” “He just said you seemed interesting is all and wanted to know more about you. hesitantly. She didn’t know why this irritated her so much.” “And you told him what?” Ivy probed.” “Oh. and then added.” “What. but magical? Really? Let’s not get carried away here. “Just that you worked a lot and really dug art. “Whatever.” At this.” Ivy stammered. “Oh Ivy you should hear him! He’s simply amazing! He can play practically every intstrument beautiful and the music well. makes you forget all your worries and troubles so that you and his music is the only thing in the world. “he was asking about me?” What was he doing asking about her? And why was he so interested? No one took any interest in Ivy. it wasn’t as though she had any claim over either of them. Ivy finally laughed.” Adam began. umm. “Oh Adam.”she said. or if they did.
“And why.” “Thanks Adam. “Must have slipped my mind I guess. She guessed it just had to do with him being new was all. “You seem bored.” Adam insisted. “Yeah.” trying not to feel too irritated at his kind words.” he continued. all the hype surrounded them had pretty much died out.” she said. more to soothe Adam’s feelings than anything else. I know.” he continued.” Adam pressed. “why did you tell him that?” “Because you do. clinging to this excuse as a . “No. Said that kind of thing was more common from where he’s from. I thought we shared everything.” she pressed. Why should he be interested in anything like that? While it is true that people used to be very interested in her strange drawings. “Really. defensively. looking hurt. “Yeah. That reminds me. “I told him about your strange prophetic drawings and he seemed to know something about it. “Oh all around.” he continued.” “Which is?” Ivy asked.” asked Ivy. I just have a headache. hoping he’d soon drop the subject. it seems he travelled a lot with his grandfather. “You know I tell you everything important. growing more and more curious.” “I know Ivy. Am I boring you with my Ian talk?” He asked.” “I just can’t get over how beautiful he is. Maybe that’s why he weant to California Dreamin’ the other day.” Said Ivy. But I think he considers California his home. “why didn’t you tell me you two had already met. “He seemed really interested in your art. “Everyone knows you’re the baddest chick around when it comes to art. now more curious than ever. I guess I hadn’t really noticed much.” he added.” And then she added.” “How did you know about that?” “He told me that’s where you two met the other day.
the Fey never needed the existence of Faerie – that court which oversees all things and ensures the maintenance of balance and order in the world. and balance above all else. Determined. towards her car. Etienne. For all of nature is a process of creation and destruction. The Queen. birth and re-birth. Etienne. upon meeting the beautiful Etienne. the indivual and the community. Ian: Ian walked through the border that lead from Faerie to the Mortal Realm. his whole of existence had been spent in this new world. He was prophecized to be the Faeries’ King. the perfect match for Etienne as rulers of the Otherworld.” he said. had a heart for another. He had never known the world that way. Ian’s lovely grandfather. who oversaw all things and all was peaceful. taken aback. “I think I’m gonna bail. Certain faeries had affinities towards creation. a world that necessitated the existence of Faerie. came Damien.” said Ivy as she swung her bag over her shoulder and headed out of the bookstore. chaos and order. I’m just not feeling so great.reason to leave. He found it irritating beyond belief that the only entryway between the Faery Realm and the mortal one was through and in Faerie. He quite emphatically agreed. Sorry Adam. Etienne pondered for a near fortnight and returned with the decision that he could be her King under the condition that they neither married nor became lovers. in harmonious cooperation – Faerie never needed to exist. order. confident that one day her love would be returned to him. and all was balanced. who had the power to make all in her presence feel like Kings and Queens themselves. They carried out their duties harmoniously. and destruction. they lived together harmoniously. Damien asked Etienne what it would take to become her king. the very heart of the Faery Realm and the center point for all of its magic. sobriety and intoxication. however. There was one Queen. “Call me later okay?” “Sure. In the past. He. logic. life and death. fell instantly in love with her and decided he would not be content lest he could have her. It was the balanced.” “Ok . unchanging land – it emphasized order. however. The Fey used to live together. and did not love Damien. Then. Faerie was the capital of the Faery Realm and ultimately had command over everything that went on within it. .
Etienne lived in misery for what felt an eternity. Damien walked up to the small cottage where he knew the mortal girl to live. Damien had given Ian his orders to do so and Ian. The Apollonian court. destruction. with Damien. into the mortal realm. They now new where she was taken. Damien murdered him in the hopes that someday Etienne could learn to love him instead. and capture the girl. with Etienne. first to observe. set out to find the girl to destroy her. chaos. Etienne however was weak. whom she named Roslyn. became the court of beatiful images and creativity. she soon died of a broken heart and left her court to her daughter. Damien. captured the new Queen and seduced her into a state of permanent slumber. And it was here. and sexual passion. The courts were named after their gods Dionysus and Apollo. The Dionysian. Etienne’s. grew to be the court of intoxication. Seeing no other choice. that court which oversees all things and demands order and balance between the other two courts. to the King. until now. Hence arose Faerie. and for this reason. she grew furious and all of Faery grew divided. seduce. The Dionysian court was relishing in their new power. upon discovering this. where Damien would no doubt destroy her. Half felt their loyalty to the Queen. Damien never knew she had birthed a child and. Her love for the poor solitary fey that so held her heart remained strong and unbreaking. desperate for his grandfather’s approval. All of his court’s magic had been employed to find her. then to interact and seduce. Ian went – to find. However. Thus arose the creation of the two courts – the Dionysian. He set out now to find her. and then to bring back with him to his land. agreed to the task in earnest. but all had been fruitless. where she was no longer fit to rule. Seventeen years had past and all was going well. music and dance. art and poetry. the birth and creation of all things. remained defiant. and the Apollonian. All had been going well until the discovery of Roslyn’s daughter. the other. When she discovered Damien’s hand in the murder of her love.however. lest she replace her mother in her throne. devasted by unrequited love and the death of his beloved. whom they cherished above all others. he could not find her until now. The cottage was small and encircled by a rather large field of . The courts became so divided that they threatened to overtake each other. She gave birth to a beautiful girl. Damien’s court. He passed through the waterfall that divided the two realms and ventured out into the mortal world. What Damien did not know was that Etienne was pregnant with the solitary fey’s child.
done herself. She looked soft and peaceful. a member of the Dionysian court and should thus always opt for chaos. so pleasant – he was. in his court. Ian grinned to himself. Maybe she belonged with him. No matter. How delicate she looked lying there. however. He walked around her room. was no longer a child. more orderly. Not. that wouldn’t work anymore. after all. enveloped . after all. He had always felt out of place in his court. It was as they had suspected – daisies. like an outsider somehow. the plastic god after all – the god of beauty and image. It was odd. how angelic and innocent. throught the wooden walls. nearly risking waking the girl. As Ian gazed down at the image he saw a beautiful woman resting in slumber. the color purple.daisies. Daisies were responsible for his court’s inability to find her. with his faery sight. he chortled as he passed through the white picket fence. Everything else was chaos. no doubt. She was sleeping. up the stairs – where he could smell the mortal girl’s living quarters – and through he bedroom door. He shunned at this inclination of his towards order. He could see that she quite liked to draw and paint and. the small lit lanterns around the borders of the walls. that she should be involved in anything to do with the fey. it was in her blood after all. He walked over to the desk in the furthermost left corner of the room. so fair that he. the soft carpet. It was merely better this way. This mortal girl. was different. Purple was everywhere – her lamp shade. He gazed down at the image and nearly let out a gasp of shock. It was no surprise that this mortal girl should have the gift of creating beauty. Amidst this abundance of purple was a myriad of different drawings and paintings she had. It had become common knowledge among all who knew of the faery folk that daisies would protect a child from capture by the fey. however. and a strange beacon of light which took the shape of a woman in the top-right corner. a drawing – a beautifully intoxicating drawing. he thought to himself. that her life should have to end. that she’d be able to see him if she awoke. he should not find it so easing. her long auburn locks spread out across her pillow. He was. On it. etc. She had passed through the intagible barrier between childhood and adolescence. after all. could see blue veins shining through her skin. Her skin was fair. taking in its surroundings. It was a pity. were scatters of paints and pencils and. Daisies were the culprit. It was fitting that the next air to the Apollonian court should have a propensity towards the arts. Ian.
It must mean something else. He thought back to the change in her eye and hair color and attributed these changes to her faery blood. He suspected those were. deciding to visit her at her work place the day. Maybe she had prophetic skill as well as artistic impulses. not teach her the ways of faery – not become a friend to her. no doubt. he said to himself as he made his way over to the home his uncle Cole. If he was to be acting a mortal. he decided as he shook himself out. He had not expected the mortal. She looked human enough however. Did she know? Could she know that her mother was in a state of permanent slumber over in his court? It wasn’t possible. eyes that held within them the sheer essence of nature. not felt as though she had some sort of power over him. he would have to teach her. He felt strange and unnerved. who had really been a parent to him his whole life. he was rather disconcerted by the whole exchange. which gave him both the appearance and physical composition of a mortal – rather than being fluid energy. Clearly she had a lot to learn. No matter. his job was to seduce and capture her. perhaps it would soon become necessary for her to learn the power of how to weave a glamour. Ian was awoken from his thoughts as he heard the girl moving in her sleep. What was he saying. Perhaps she really was more fey than mortal. he was now a solid mass. having to walk out them rather than through him due to his mortal glamor. he would have to play the part well – leave no open edges. She was already beginning to shape-shift. Maybe she was more faery than human. He looked down at a crinkled paper that lay on the corner of her desk. “Work Schedule for California Dreamin’” He pocketed the piece of paper. a product of her faery blood – no mortal could have eyes such as those. No. he thought. girl to have had such an effect on him. He had expected to be in control of the situation. so as to disguise such changes from the human world.in darkness. and left the way he had entered. Ian walked out the doors of California Dreamin’. He laughed out loud at the sheer foolishness . He had not expected to feel some strange connection upon meeting her and gazing into her beautiful emerald eyes that were speckled with jade and violet. was currently reside – all on the pretense of their mortality. as he shook his head fervently. He wondered at what it could mean. it read. or near mortal. he thought as he looked upon the sleeping girl. He was more frazzled than he would like to admit. She should be waking soon.
He nuzzled his face into his pillow. He grabbed a rather squishy green comforter and a clumpy old pillow and headed back to Ivy’s room. where Ivy had assured him he’d find spare blankets and pillows.” he stated. Ian strode through the hallways of Ivy’s cottage and towards to door leading to the pantry. if he felt for her this way.” Ian replied. intentions. He allowed his mind to wander towards the idea of protecting Ivy. and troubles . he was starting to love Ivy . “Indeed Cole. of caring for her. waiting for his news. she needs to sleep the night off. do what he had been ordered of him to do.of such a thought. How was he too. He walked through the door to the old victorian house in which he and Cole had taken up residence. truly felt. not a question. of being with her. and allowed his mind to wander towards forbidden. and then.” INSERT SCENE HERE OF IAN THINKING ABOUT THE EFFICIENCY OF THE PLAN. Good. “I’ll have her hooked by tomorrow morning. where she was now sleeping. to soothe his own doubts as much as Cole’s. unspeakable thoughts. where he set up his temporary bed at the base of Ivy’s. her well-being. lying on his side.” he replied. he added. about her thoughts. He situated himself between the green comforter. nestling himself into it like a caterpillar in a cocoon. concerns. His heart ached out to her and yearned to protect her from pain. What he must do.to want nothing more than to be the one person who could indubitably be there for her and be the source of . What would such a ludicrous outburst mean for him? Did it really come down to a choice between Ivy and his court? On the one hand. matter-offactly – it was an assumption. he felt. “Did you converse with her?” “A bit. it did. he thought.he thought about her at all hours of the day. Cole was at the kitchen table. “I trust everything went according to plan.
After tonight. sometimes despised. Ian shuddered at these thoughts. The world needed her. he would have to. waves of hair falling over the sides of her bed. He glanced up at Ivy. For his propensity towards darkness and terror. To allow her presence to touch him too much.her happiness. whatever the cost.his grandfather. the daughter of his only love. he should not have told her anything. her long. to separate himself from her and the task that needed to be done. where the drama room was located. not his court. To allow her safety and happiness to be held above his own and his courts. She . He allowed himself to become too involved. No. What was he thinking.to stop being an active part of the world. maybe he wouldn’t be able to destroy her after all. She was so beautiful when she slept. At least in sleep. On the other. he wondered. As Ian walked home from school. He would have to be there for her. Maybe he would offer the same kindness towards Ivy. whether he actually wanted the approval of a man who he. he had decided now. If he was approaching the matter from his faery side and the side of his court. he was starting to question whether this longing was grounded. in the privacy of his own thoughts. but. protect Ivy now.she was at peace. he had his court to think about . He had chosen. Perhaps this was why his grandfather had chosen to put Roslyn. how could he allow Ivy to stop consciously living . He had decided. for he had taken to walking since living in the mortal realm. shifting the tapestry of the future in ways he could not know. now black. What would it mean for him if he turned his back on him and his court? He would undoubtedly never acquire the approval from his grandfather that he had so longed for. it was as if all the horror of the world couldn’t touch her there. he should have revealed more hidden truths to her. he thought about what he had told Ivy and the reasons behind his telling her. he would never be able to think of her as an object. Ivy shoved her new schedule into her messenger bag and headed down to the basement. He was starting to loathe the old man for his inclination towards maliciousness and cruelty. if he was approaching it from his tie to Ivy. He should have revealed everything. nothing could touch her . unable to calm his mind enough for sleep. into a state of endless sleep rather than destroy her. He needed her.
you missed my best re-enactments. she would be if she didn’t care about fitting it.” She nodded and then took the closest empty seat to the door. “Well what do we have here?” Jay asked. listen up.” “Oh but Ivy. desperately searching for somewhere she belonged. always playing a part.” Jay began. Well. mocking voice. until she reached room 68 – the dreaded drama room. She walked down the stashers and through the hall. But next time. was already re-enacting various different characters in front of the class. she wasn't exactly true.” “All right. I’ll let you off the hook this tie. in a loud. don't expect me to be so nice. “All right everyone. and the self she would be. Now that she thought about it. I won't happen again – I promise. turning to the class. he added: “Come on everyone.couldn't believe she got stuck with drama.” “Sorry Jay. the tall.” The class laughed and droned out choruses of “welcome Ivy”. She hated acting. She played the part of the strong girl who never lets anything touch her. She was constantly acting. if she was being honest with herself. She may talk a lot of smack about the people at school. “I'm dividing you all up into . join me in welcoming Ivy – since we all know she wanted to make an entrance. thinking themselves to be hilarious. She was in for a long semester. “Sorry Jay. Maybe she was who she pretended to be. Jay. Great. the role of the supportive best friend who never judges. they only just put me in this class and I was held up in the main office. “It’s Ivy!” And then. lost teenager. slightly chubby drama teacher with short sandy hasher. the happy daughter who doesn't mind that she doesn’t know anything of her biological parents. she could scarcely distinguish between the selves she pretended to be in front of others. she was late. but she was just like the rest of them – a pathetic. Maybe there wasn't really much of a difference.
” he continued. She never even opened up to Adam. She picked a piece of paper out of the hat. How are any of us supposed to be able to act in front of one another if we can't even trust each other?” He paused after this. You know. “I want the other half of you to pick a name out of the hat and then divvy yourselves up. imitating her squeaky voice. not so much for an answer. she would definitely have fun in this class. “Drama is a highly personal art form. “That would kind of defeat the purpose of the trust exercises wouldn't it? If I let you pick your own partners. Not.” Jay replied. “Don't mock the exercise. how was she to be expected to open up in front of a whole class.” “And.” “Can't we choose our own partners?” Cristi Tinkerton asked in her high-pitched.groups of two for those trust exercises that I know you guys love so much. Jay had become known throughout the school for waltzing into various different classrooms to conduct his trust exercises. one that requires us to open up every inch of ourselves to the public. unrolled it. “I've put half your names on a piece of paper and thrown them into this hat. but for dramatic effect. “Hey!” he said. the one where you're supposed to stand in front of someone else and fall into their arms – just trusting that they'll catch you.” Great.” He motioned to the black top hat he held in his hands. and read the name “Ian Landry” in . “Okay. We need to be able to trust one another.” The hat slowly began to make its way over to Ivy. “No Cristi.” he added. whiny voice. it’s extremely important. she should have known they'd be doing them first thing in this class. raising his voice for emphasis. you'd all partner up with a friend that you already trust. “That wouldn't be any fun now would it?” The class groaned. Of course.
falling into his lap. all the while not tearing her gaze away from his.” she said. his eyes intense. But what if. He couldn't be the voice from her dream. She expected him to look away. She wanted to fall into him. this was getting really creepy. and just as intense. the way most people do when they realize they've been caught staring at someone. at least she would finally get a chance to prove to herself that the dreams weren't the cause of some mysterious connection between the two of them. She looked around the room to find him. she would be moved into his class AND partnered with him. it did. She got up from my seat and my feet started moving in his direction on their own accord. As he spoke. She walked over to him. a feat that was near impossible.bold black letters. It seemed just her luck that. after the dreams of the nights before. This seemed unlikely though. Get a hold of yourself.. She couldn't let this happen.. It was almost identical to the voice in her dream. “Hey. she wanted to fill the distance between them. Maybe he'd figured out that she was his partner. It couldn't mean anything. velvety voice reverberated through her bones.” he finally managed. it didn't mean anything. She looked around to see where Ian was seated. She finally sat down next to him. He was already looking at her. looking down at her feet. “Hi. He just kept staring at her with an expression she couldn't quite read. His smooth. Okay. what if. It took her a while to find him. She . suddenly self-conscious. but he didn't. She couldn't tear my eyes away from his. given that no one in the class had moved yet. no one else was. resisting the magnetic pull between them. pulling the seat as far away from him as she possibly could. he was sitting all the way in the back. He swallowed and she could see his Adam's apple rise up and down as he did so. She hadn't even noticed he was in this class yet. She stared back. Super.. He didn't say anything to her for a long time. She had to strain her body to stay away from him. What was going on? She forced her eyes away from his as she reached him. And even if he was. blocked by his friend Cole's head.. Oh well. She was in charge of my own body. And never let go. Stop looking at him.
“I wonder why we haven't started yet. She feigned attentiveness as he outlined the procedure of the “trust game” – like there was anyone at this school who didn't know the rules by this point. .. “Sucks to be us.” he said. “I dunno.” he said. “All right. “Huh. She wasn't sure how much more she could take.” he retorted. trying to distract herself from the strange sensations taking place inside her body. “Don't hold back. She inhaled deeply.. take it away guys.” she muttered. both looking for the other one to take the lead. with a peculiar expression of bewilderment on his face. It seemed like he was holding something back. Why did he have to move closer? Why did he have to be her partner? Why was this happening to her? He moved his hand dangerously close to hers. “You're Ivy.. Are you dreading it as much as I am?” “Probably more. after clearing his throat. but it sounded like his breathing was just as uneven as hers was. right?” “Yeah. Luckily Jay's loud voice echoed across the room at that moment. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not. “So. “They changed your schedule too?” “Yeah.” she admitted. after a long pause.” he finally said. struggling to control herself.” They stood up rather awkwardly. Like there was something he wasn't telling her.” he concluded. trying to sound nonchalant. causing her heart to skip a beat. trying desperately to calm her nerves. “How'd you know?” “Lucky guess. He pulled his chair closer to hers.” she managed.didn't belong to anyone..” she replied.
She didn't know how she was going to resist or if it was even possible. making light of the situation.” he said. She let go of her center of gravity. She didn't know what she was going to do or if there was even anything she could do. Especially Ian. desperate to break whatever spell she was under..” She guessed now was as good a time as any. She looked into his face to see if he was somehow responsible for this. having a mind of its own. so that her back was facing him.” he finally said. his perfect lips curling up into a slight smile. she felt his arms loop through hers. However she had imagined her reaction to be. Her head was spinning. Finally. She turned around. strapping her to his body. A rush of heat pulsated through her body.” he said finally. it paled in comparison to this. . “You want to go first? I promise I won't drop you. the way she usually did. “Okay. When she finally managed to regain control of her body. “My turn?” Ivy grabbed her keys and ran out the door. She felt a knot in her throat. for several moments longer.“I guess we might as well get this over with. She hated the sensation of falling. to stop her fall. She hated this game.. But she didn't. but he looked just as confused as she did.” she said when she had situated herself. She couldn't fall fast enough. But she needed to. She would never succumb to him.” he added. He held her there. She hated having to rely on someone else to catch me. sounding completely sincere. All she knew was that she could never let Ian have her. She never wanted him to let go. her body took over. after what felt like decades. She could never let him bring danger to her and her Nana Izzy and Adam. in his arms. “That was interesting. She half expected to put her foot out behind her. bracing herself for the fall. Sure. His eyes locked on to hers as he tried to regain his composure. “You promise to catch me?” “I promise. she twisted out of his arms. “Um. The moment she stepped in front of him.
She had to console him. No. Running faster than she'd ever run before. not when she had been given fair warning. wine colored lips. Running to him on a mixture of fear and desire. Her body ached all over with longing as she reached him. To press her head against his chest. No. “No don't. Never. The fear. looking more nervous than she'd seen him before. and. it would only make it more difficult. sad. To succumb. He looked so sad.The minute she got in the car and started the engine she raced out of her neighbourhood.” She couldn't believe how much strength it took just to stand two feet away from him. driving faster than she'd ever driven in her life. Ian glanced up from his book. Did he really think he would win her over that easily? His eyes seemed to go on forever. they were completely glossed over. “I.” he began. Be strong. which greatly irritated her. irritatingly. Ian looked surprised. . on the grave and frightened look in her eyes. Never. got up and slammed the door shut. The fear. She would never walk into danger willingly. You can never have me Ian.. she saw Ian sitting on the bench in front of the building. “No!” she finally managed. reading a book. She forced herself to focus on the words of Luna’s warning. Focus on the fear. He closed his book and started to rise. As she pulled into the school. She couldn't allow myself to think such thoughts.” she interrupted. To take everything back. “Don't you dare get up!” He looked puzzled. To kiss his soft. Her body yearned to step closer. “I came here to tell you that it's never going to happen with me and you. She shut the engine off. or if she was racing to fall into his arms. She didn't know whether she was racing to tell him she would never be with him.
” As she said the words. It's just that.. she turned and walked away from him. Please leave me alone. his face rearranged into its previous blank expression. no matter how badly she wanted to. looking utterly shocked. It was painfully difficult for her to remain firm. She pulled out the first piece of paper she could find.” he finally said. “Of course. but she could never let that happen. Off the horrible . “Just don't Ian!” She said. he nodded once. “Please. looking for anything to distract her thoughts from wandering towards Ian. Please Ian. A load of shit. But then. The only place she wanted to go was back to Ian. to tell him that she needed him. as if she hadn't said anything. hoping that reading something – anything – could take her mind of Ian. With what little strength she had left. with striking subtlety.” “No. It was unnaturally blank.” he began. “If that's what you. That she loved him. Please. She couldn't read anything in the expression on Ian's face. “ Okay Ivy.No. She opened the dash-board in front of the passenger seat. She pulled over into the nearest parking lot.. I don't know that! It's a lie Ian. She needed to soothe his worries. interrupting. his eyes kept darting up and down from her face to the ground. This is already taking all my strength and it only makes it harder when you speak. I would never make you do anything you didn't want to.” His face remained composed as she said this. This helped her work up her second wind.. For a while she thought he would continue standing there forever. Like he was nervous. she needed to regroup. She drove without any idea of where she was going. She needed to calm down. Like he was afraid that maybe she didn't feel for him what he felt for her. But just as she thought this. As he spoke.. you know that. don't say anything. she immediately wished she could take them back.
Before she could even finish reading the invitation.” she stammered. the usual. a party was exactly what she needed to get Ian off her mind. When she pulled up in front of Lucius's house she couldn't find any place to park. locked the doors behind her.” Lucius's house was anything but modest. Anything to get her mind of Ian. and headed over to the party. she thought they were from school. She used to go to parties with Elsie all the time. furniture. She unfolded the crinkled sheet of paper and read: Are you ready to Party?? Then stop by Lucius's 18th birthday party for a wild time. You know. What was she expecting? Whatever.” Libby squealed with excitement. and everything else you'd expect to find in a rich person's house. She should go. She parked in front of an old Victorian looking house that seemed eerily out of place. the more people the better – the more distractions. or. looking positively giddy. The house was . “I'm so glad you came!” “Yeah. “We're going to have so much fun. she had my engine on and was pulling the car into reverse. cars she recognized from school. be social. It was completely decked out with all the finest technology. and in the direction of Lucius's house. least. What was she saying? Of course it is. “Thought I'd check it out. Anything. The whole street was filled with cars.pain she felt in her chest. She turned and found Libby Sovaire waving to her. Address: 650 Branton Road. drink. out of the parking lot. Lucius is only the richest guy in school. I pulled out her keys. Yes. hook up with some random guy. “Ivy!” a voice called out to her as she approached Lucius's front door. RSVP not necessary. This party must be pretty big.
” he said. “Hey baby.” He laughed.” she said. why you gotta be so cold?” “Get a couple drinks in me. but then he said.” “Please. “more like ten. grabbing his hand and dragging him into the nearest bedroom. sarcastically. She thought one of them was for him.” “Damn girl.” “Of course you will. Not that he wasn’t cute with his blue eyes and brown curly hair. She downed as many shots as she could before her throat burned too badly to continue. “Come on. She just needed to get her mind of Ian. “I think I'm gonna like this game. “Everyone knows you can't hold your liquor.” she retorted.” After all. I may have to take a few to catch up with you.” she snorted. “Come to get some sugar from your boy Ricky?” Ricky always acted like he was some kind of gangster or something. which was really hilarious given what white trash he was. “As if. Finally she spotted Ricky Herrer over by the drinks.” He grinned. a notorious womanizer at school.” “Aw come on babe. she really didn't care who she hooked up with.” she said. “You're standing right in front of the drinks. suddenly confident with the abundance . but his personality pretty much ruined anything he had going for him in the looks department. Ricky grinned and poured her two shots of gin.packed.” she replied. “a couple right?” She laughed. which only reinforced just how many people were at this party. It was totally meaningless. “Oh I've already had five or six shots baby.” “Sure. Who were all these people? She didn't recognize anyone. smacking her ass as she approached. “Let's play a game. and maybe I'll warm up.
For making everything so difficult. but then he quickly readjusted as she pressed her hips into his. Her body burned with pain. Don't ruin this by talking. “Some one's hungry for some Ricky. ignoring the burn. Great. covering his mouth. trying to trick her body into wanting this. She pressed her mouth over his. She threw back four shots of cinnamon schnapps. But it didn't. hoping to punish my body for defying her. Her head started spinning and she felt like she was going to pass out. All she could think about was Ian. Tears streamed from her eyes in a never- . hook up with someone she didn't want to. one after the other. “Shut up. Ricky rolled on top of her. She pushed him down onto the bed.” At first he looked offended. She pinned him down. She ran out of the bedroom as fast as she could. Her heart froze. She headed over to the drinks table again. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she do this? It's not like she hadn't done this before. What was she doing? This wasn’t who she wanted to be – the kind of person she was ashamed of. running her fingers through his hair. The shot glass fell out of her hand and she slid to the floor. She couldn't catch a breath. shoving him off.of alcohol in her system. What was different now? “Ian!” Her body screamed. messing around with Ricky.” She snapped back. trying to take the lead. she was talking to herself now. She’d completely lost it. It wasn't as easy as she thought. She started trembling all over. unable to control herself. “Get off me!” She finally screamed.” he groaned. slipping her tongue into his mouth. She feigned a low moan. “Shhh. He let out a low moan and started fiddling with her bra strap. reaching his hands up her shirt. Every inch of her body screamed in protest.
her angel. “Let's get you out of this crowd. it can't be helping. then my presence must be unbearable. “I just wanted to tell you that I understand.” What? He couldn't stay away from her. I'm going to try to make this as easy for you as possible. “Don't look at me!” She wailed. She cried until my head ached. But it wasn't there. afraid to see his disgust. She knew it was what she wanted. She pushed him onto the bed.” “Shhh.” he soothed. but now. she needed more.” He pulled her up by both hands. Nothing had ever felt so right. Shelooked up at Ian's beautiful pale face. “I'm a mess. pulling his face to hers. It couldn't be worse than what she was without him. Her own personal savior. . shaking her eyes open.ending flow. Until it throbbed so hard that she honestly thought it might combust. because if you feel anywhere close to the way I feel around you. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him. “Ivy. The only emotion she could discern was sadness.” He paused for a second before continuing. It was the voice of an angel. She ran up to him. Except this time. His eyes were filled with concern and sincerity. She looked up into his eyes. She looked at him through tear-filled eyes. Her heart pounded so heavily it felt as if it was visible from the outside. Back to the room where this whole mess began. why was he helping her? After she'd been so cruel. serene. the only thing she could ever imagine wanting was him. That I really will try to stay away. “Listen Ivy. looking up into his eyes. I've been thinking a lot about what you said before and you're right. wrapping his arm around her to help her stand. His arms wrapped around me as we kissed. completely embarrassed. He hadn't really done anything to deserve it.” a voice said. from my head to my toes. She didn't care what happened to her. the room felt peaceful. He lead her into the bedroom she had just left. Her whole body began tingling.
” he said. “I want this. Not really. “I can't do this Ivy. “What does that have to do with you sensing me? With you knowing I was in trouble?” He stared into her eyes. “Wait. .” he paused. I. suddenly curious.” she said. and stood up. I couldn't just ignore your pain..” His eyes grew intense as he drew in a breath. it's hard for me. “What are you talking about?” He swallowed. “I live next door. I'm trying Ivy. You don't want this..” “Shut up.” “You sensed me?” she asked. some job you're doing with that. trying to climb back on top of him.” “Then why did you come?” She asked. “I didn't come here for this.” He pushed her off completely now. She ran my hands up his shirt.saw you arrive. in that old Victorian house and I.” He struggled with himself. He ran his fingers through her hair with a mixture of gentleness and passion.never tearing her lips away from his.” “And?” She asked. “Ivy you're drunk.” he said. I've wanted this for so long.. pushing her away. I've never had to resist anything like this before. breathing heavily. trying to stay firm. He gave in for a while. pressing against hers. tracing the contours of his abdomen. until he pushed her away from him again. calling attention to his beautiful Adam's apple. looking as though he was trying to gage what her reaction would be. “I know Ivy. nibbling on his ear. His tongue plunged into her mouth. “I sensed you were in trouble and I couldn't stay away. I'm trying. “You're not Ian. “No Ivy. I can't take advantage of you. I can't do this.” she said. suddenly hurt. “To stay away from me? Yeah.
I needed to come.” “So.” I started finally. “that's how I knew. Most people just aren't sensitive enough to recognize it as energy. “I have an energy?” “Yes. it's even more over-powering than it would be normally.” “You feel energies?” She asked. To make sure you were okay. Unlike anything I could have imagined. But how did you know how I was feeling?” He smiled slightly.. “because Ivy.” he began. lonely. and so on. but I'm just as lost as you are. objects. As. It was too much to bear. It changes with our emotions – when we're happy.” “So. matter-of-factly. I don't think it's just that.. It takes enormous effort on my part to resist it – to stay away. “How come. And with this. it's just our energy that draws us to each other?” She asked.this bond between us. “You have an energy unlike anything I've ever encountered. Energies or something like that. “how come I can't feel when your energy . you knew I was here. I tried to ignore it. unique. “Everything has an energy – colors.” She began. It feels like something more. I think. It's essential make up stays the same. to let you handle it on your own like you wanted it. but it fluctuates every minute. mine does to you. people.” “And so. sarcastically. stopping before he completed the thought.And every energy is different. It didn't make any sense. sad.” he continued. But I couldn't. To see you. energy changes all the time.“I.” “But what does that have to do with you sensing I was in trouble? I mean so yeah..” he said. what you're saying is. suddenly hurt for some reason she couldn’t understand. Everything about your energy draws me in.” She didn't know what to say to this... He inhaled deeply before continuing. “Yeah?” “I – I can feel things.. “I don't know Ivy. I sensed it vibrating within my body.
this bond. thinking things over. I might be able to pick up on something. Like she needed to take it away. But as soon as she said it she remembered the way she felt in my dreams. She only knew that it could never be long enough. his eyes twinkling in the light.” He was silent for a while. Ian was on his feet with his arms around her. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen before. you don't know what you're feeling. But. Relief swelled through her.” She didn’t know how long they stood there. He must have noticed her sudden understanding because. She got lost in his eyes. “Me too. breathing in his scent.” she said. “I think. She looked up at him to find his eyes fixated on her. never wanting to find her way out. resting his chin on the top of her head. How much did you drink anyway?” She pressed my head against his chest.shifts? I mean I know you say we aren't sensitive enough to it. he smiled.” he began. . anticipating her fall.” “I don't know about that. The way she felt when I was around him. suddenly. You just haven't developed it well enough yet. Her heart beat faster and her head started to feel light.” he said. in each others’ arms.. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and drew in a deep breath.. “Me too. I wish this moment didn't ever have to end. The next thing she knew. “I – I wish it could stay like this forever. and she dodged out of his grasp to throw up on the floor. And. but you would think with this. “This might be a little much for you to handle right now. “I think maybe you can. She'd never seen him smile like this before – it was a smile that reached all the way to his eyes. before she could even begin. she felt her stomach flip.. Was this what he was talking about? Was this her response to his shift in energy? He looked at her for a long time. her insides were charging upwards. “I wish. as her body's way a punishing her.” She began. The way she felt every time he was pained – like she wanted to take it away.
with absolutely no intention of going anywhere. He twined her hair around his fingers as she continued throwing up. grabbing the cuff of his pants.” he said as he stood up. “I knew you wanted me too.” “No it's okay. okay?” “Okay. He held a wastebasket in front of her face and pulled back my hair.” he breathed. His face took on a mixture of sadness and joy. rolling on top of her. Something felt horribly wrong. “No. I'll be right back.He vanished and was by her side again in an instant. looking at her on the floor.” she cried. “I'll be right back. “Oh. He kissed the top of her head and placed his cool lips against her forehead. Her heart fluttered with relief that Ian was back. “No. He lay beside her on the bed and she turned to kiss him. making her forget to breathe. but the next thing she knew she heard footsteps coming through the door. She made a silent promise to myself never to drink again. Then he walked back over to her.” he said.” she breathed. But something wasn't right. She opened my eyes and saw that it wasn't Ian at all. I guess I didn't think that one through.” he started. “Rest here for me.” She sighed. struggling to restrain him. “I'm just going to go get you some water. but Lucius.” She replied. but paused before reaching the door.” she said “No!” “Stop!” “Please.” He turned to walk away. “Don't leave me”. scooped her into his arms and brought her over to the bed. “I promise. “I think I'm alright now. “I'm sorry. . She didn’t know if I fell asleep or was just bordering on unconsciousness. She was so embarrassed. Her heart fluttered in response to his kiss.” He smiled again.
” He looked as though he would never forgive himself. Sure. but suddenly his fist jammed into his face. Lucius ran out the door.Get off!” She said putting all her force into getting out from under him. yeah.” he said glaring at him as he released him.” At first Lucius tried to laugh it off. he was pulled off of me before she could understand what was happening. “I will personally see to it that your death is a slow and painful one. “No. “Ivy I'm so sorry.” he threatened. His nostrils flared out and his breathing was heavy. looking more serious than I'd ever seen him. “Stop! Lucius.His hand ran up her torso. She thought he was about to let him go. he turned to look at her and his expression softened. “Get out of here.” he moaned.” he began. His breathing was so heavy. Just let me go!” Ian set him down on his feet. But something about the look on Ian's face must have registered in his thoughts because he suddenly went very still. completely ignoring her commands. blood streaming from his nose. to pretend it was all in good fun. His fingers froze at the top of the collar on her shirt. looking so angry that it frightened her. Ian stood there for several more moments. . fuming. Finally.. No Lucius get off of me!” She tried to push him off but he was too heavy. Or she was too weak. She looked up to see Ian holding him up in the air by his collar. “If you ever touch her again. “Okay. You know you want it. “Okay. I wasn't thinking.” he said. “Ivy.. But she didn't need to. unbuttoning the buttons one by one. I never should have left you like this. “Don't fight it Ivy.
He lifted her up and brought her inside.” he breathed. He closed the passenger door on her and walked around to his side of the car. but you probably shouldn't have the caffeine. Good thing she’d decided to wear a bra today. where she told him her bedroom was.“It's okay. I'll bring your car back over in the morning. “I'll drive you home. It was that or Earl Grey. He looked painfully sad and angry as he slowly started buttoning up her shirt. and gently lowered her into the seat.” He smiled slightly. you must feel awful. She didn't know what he was thinking.” He took her out the back exit. He brought her around to the passenger side of the car.” she tried to assure him. His breathing never steadied. “I'm so sorry I let this happen to you Ivy. but came over to the bed and slid his arms under her.” . and then down at her opened shirt. With the exception of asking for directions. “I'll go make you some tea okay? And maybe something to eat. He looked at her for a moment. He carried her upstairs.” he said. opened the door. “It's okay Ian. to avoid the big crowd in the front of the house. She handed them to him without a moment’s hesitation. He got out of the car and hurried over to her side. “Nothing happened. he asked her for her keys. they drove in silence the entire way to her house. “Come on. because it didn't feel sincere.” He was out of her room before she could object. scooping her into them. and lowered her down onto my bed. She thought more to comfort her than anything else. I'd probably be far worse off if it weren't for you. As he pulled into her driveway. Her red bra was showing.” He didn't relax. She must have fallen asleep because. suddenly. “It's lemon tea. she was jolted awake as Ian lowered a mug of tea and a plate onto her bedside table.
” he added.” “No!” I started. “I'll come by tomorrow to bring over your car.” .” She stared up at him and he stared back. as she examined the plate. “And some cinnamon raison toast. I remember it used to make me feel better when I was sick. “Alright. I’ll be here if you need anything. but I'll sleep on the floor. he kissed the top of her forehead and made his way to leave. “don't go.“Oh. Finally. Please don't go.” He looked at her for a moment and then resigned.
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