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