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I. Ivy ----- appeared, on the surface, much the same as any other seventeen year girl.

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

She began to feel as though everything would be okay. if they didn’t care about them in return. Liza seemed to see right into the pit of her soul. for one fleeting moment.” as their manager liked to put it – Ivy heard the bell on the front door. that she often thought of herself in such ways. It was just a feeling. To her dismay however. after putting on her skates and apron – for. indicating the arrival of a customer. always treated everyone else in such a way as to ensure that no feelings were hurt. 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.couldn’t possibly help but trust her whole-heartedly. But alas. was just that. “sensitives” – they saw the world through their emotions and. They truly cared about everyone they met. what Nana Izzy liked to call. She suspected that was part of the reason why she liked her so much. all the waitresses were required to serve their customers’ on roller skates for an extra “touch of ambience. respectable boy who she could trust and let down her rigid guard with. Minutes later. “It’s so snow white.” “Nonsense. her ex-boyfriend that she had been foolish enough to date on the mere premise of illusions. “Thanks Liza. it was only Lucius. as her best friend Adam liked point out.” Liza screamed. prior to meeting Liza. an illusion.” Ivy laughed in what felt like the first time in a long time. as though everything was normal again. that there really weren’t any words to explain it away. He was just like every other adolescent young male in Sunnybrook – . For a moment. nor lies spoken. this image of perfection.” Ivy murmured as she greeted her in the diner’s entryway. because of this. I’m thinking about changing it back though. The two seemed to understand each other on some level that no one else had ever been able to.” she squealed. She skated over to the door to greet the customer and escort them to their seat. The two girls were both. When first meeting Lucius. she soon learned that this illusion of his. in a mock version of what she called her grandmother’s “Jewish voice. You look gaaawgeous. “I did it last night. a feeling that told them that they could trust the other and know that their intentions were good. even. he seemed a kind. they understood each other on such a deep level. Ivy had become wary of whether or not any human being had as soft a heart of hers – not. You see.

consumed by the incessant drive for sex. large black skater shoes. raw beauty in . She would not be serving them. It was. She’d have to think up a way to pay her back for her constant kindness. and a tight black T-Shirt.” she heard Lucius call out. her heart skipped a beat as she reached out her arm to catch the apparent stranger’s attention. she did not know. Irritated.” he said. she knew Liza would understand and take up the task good-naturedly. Ivy grabbed her book. “Ivy dear. most likely. Sure enough. were nothing but illusory lies held onto in order to acquire a sexual conquest. Her breath caught in her throat. that was all he cared about. What she saw was sheer. “I’m hurt you won’t serve us yourself. quite suddenly. a tall slender frame that nevertheless showed evidence of definition. And all his pretences. “Hey baby. She could just see a wild bush of shaggy ink black hair. For. so she shut her book. They thought it highly amusing. and a pair of faded dark jeans. When she reached him. as conquests or games with which they sought to emerge victorious. and prepared to read until the arrival of the next customer. his back was facing away from her. as it had become painfully obvious after just a week of dating. before she could reach him. 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. What’s the matter. The Birth of Tragedy. Moments later she heard the loud bing of the door. by Freidrich Nietzsche which she was currently reading. as she grabbed three menus for him and his friends and lead them towards the furthermost table. laughing so hard he could barely get the words out. Liza immediately hopped up off her counter stool and skated over to Lucius’s table to take their no doubt complicated orders. hopped up from the stool she had been seated on. don’t like me?” He teased. he turned around. all his acts good intentions. For some reason. For that was how the males of Sunnybrook saw women. Why they insisted on eating at California Dreamin’ every Saturday. and skated over to greet the next customer. But. upon revealing her predicament to Liza. They always liked to make things difficult for them. she couldn’t quite explain. due to the humiliation she had inflicted on Lucius when she.

although she’d experienced this ill-at-ease when first working at California Dreamin’. Which. grabbing hold of her hand before she could skate off. Prior to today. She felt electric currents pulsate through her body. velvety voice that grabbed hold of her heart and shook it out of balance.its essence. And. a slant. “Can I. What was she saying.” She was trying.” she informed him. with him trailing behind her. She gazed into his beautiful black eyes and saw her soul reflected back in them.” he murmured. she had clearly been reading too many fantasy books.” she stuttered after catching her breath. she reminded herself. The boy. She suddenly felt strange on her roller-skates. A beautiful boy. “I’ll just be a minute.” she managed. but because in a town the size of Sunnybrook.” he said in a smooth. of course it wasn’t her soul his eyes were reflecting. “Right this way. after another moment’s hesitation. rather fruitlessly to redeem some semblance of the professionalism she had allowed to momentarily slip. If you would be so obliged? Who on earth talked like that these days? He obviously wasn’t from around here. had jet black eyes to match his scruffy hair and paper white skin. Which was odd because. She grabbed a menu and skated over to the table where he would be seated. she had never once encountered a soul who could rival her in the paleness department. froze somehow. who looked to be about her age. she heard a faint. “If you would be so obliged. amidst all this. Why should this stranger make her so uncomfortable? He was just a boy after all. And when he touched her it was if time stood still. she knew not simply because of the strange manner in which he spoke. which was so small you could walk to the other side of town and back. she had been working there for so long by now that she had more than gotten used to it. maybe a little bit older. sideways grin that revealed his perfect white teeth. “Sure. She set down his menu and beckoned for him to be seated. beautiful rhythmic melody inside the . “get you a table?” He grinned at her. “why don’t you glance over the menu and I’ll be right with you. she knew every one of its inhabitants.

as she reached his table. I take them all the time. “Oh nothing.” Liza said. startled back to reality. work wonders. You can’t let yourself get swept away by looks alone. upon finally regaining control of her bodily functions.” she managed. handing her a bottle of pills. “I’ll just have a chocolate shake if it’s not too much trouble.” Liza continued as she swung the bathroom door shut behind her.” “Thank you.” she replied. placing his hand on her wrist again before . this time not just a smirk.” And then he smiled again. mirroring eyes of his.” “Thanks. She had gotten lost in those deep. “Take one of these. “Gotta get back to ass boy. “I’ll be right back. okay get a hold of yourself.pit of her own head. see you out there. but a smile so big that it caused her heart to skip a beat.” she muttered to herself as she entered the diner’s bathroom.” “What’s that.” sang Liza as she washed her hands.” he replied. “It’ll be up in just a minute. popping one of the small white pills into her mouth and swallowing. “He’s just a boy. “Don’t mention it. “I’m just feeling a little off color is all.” she managed. “They’re Oxycottons. just like any other. as she exited the bathroom stall. “What can I get for you?” she asked. He smirked up at her. after what felt like an eternity. She was just sweet like that.” Ivy managed. 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.” she said. always putting her friends above anyone else. “Okay.” she heard Liza bellow from a nearby stall.” “Here. “Not at all. but he looked just as taken aback as she felt. she always knew when to immediately hate someone who’d wronged one of her friends. That was another thing she liked about Liza.

Surely it was coincidence. And something. . And this time. truth be told. over to the customer’s table.she could leave. though she did not know how. trying to break whatever spell she was under. she could nevertheless not quell the longing she felt to run back to him and basque in his presence. Breathe. And now. And. What was it she’d always told her? She screwed her brain up trying to remember. She took several deep breaths. when he touched her. 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. She felt the easing of her nerves as the oxygen made its way from her lungs into her brain. she felt something else. perhaps too eagerly. She remembered the words of her psychiatrist. it nevertheless eased the speed at which her thoughts flew out at her. the lights overhead flickered and sparks fell from the ceiling all around her. the strange image she had created from her past. there was the strange change in the coloring of her hair and eyes that she had woken up with this morning. easing her nerves back to some semblance of a normalacy. So long as you allowed oxygen to travel freely throughout your body. Bing. to get far away from him. it did work to some extent. for she knew. She skated over to the counter and pinned the strange customer’s order above the kitchen entrance. though she tried to pretend as if this mysterious stranger meant nothing to her. it was that nothing could ever take control of your body so long as you remembered to breathe properly. Then. Breathe. that it had something to do with her past. indicating the customer’s order being ready. she heard the bell from the kitchen. Whatever refief this allowed her. something more. however. this… For. She was just imagining things.” she managed. she told herself repeatedly. “I’ll be right back. She picked it up and skated. What was going on these days? First. a strange fear emitting from within herself that seemed to scream warnings of danger – telling her to run. Along with this urge to be near him. once whatever strange connection between the two of them had broken. She grabbed the chocolate shake from the Lazy Susan between the kitchen and the counter where she stood. It was a feeling that spoke to her through her bones. Oh yes. Flow. Ivy slipped her hand away from beneath Ian’s grasp.

“Ivy here likes to lure men into her grasp and then drop them the moment they’re hooked. Then he thrust a large wad of bills into her hand. noticing the stunned . which she had worked so hard to control. “she’s a tease.” he remarked. with a false note of enthusiasm and calm that she did not feel.” she chimed. Lucius’s mouth was twisted into a malicious grin. to yell at Lucius to leave them alone if he had finished. before leaving. “Be careful boy. “Apologize. But he was already back at his table and. melodic voice. grasping at his collar and holding him up in the air.” Ivy could feel the uneven beats of her heart growing faster. to her utter disbelief. Her breathing.” he said in a ruthless. “Thanks. And then. in the direction of the customer’s table. Perhaps Lucius sensed danger in the boy’s tone for the next thing she knew.” continued the boy.“Here you go. he spat in her face. In an instant. laughing.” he ordered in a voice so commanding that it didn’t sound right coming out of a boy his age’s mouth. he murmured. “My pleasure.” he continued. more money than she had ever seen. trying to laugh off the whole situation. She turned around. was finishing the milkshake that she couldn’t fathom how he had had time to drink. she’s far to good for that. to her astonishment. “I’d be careful if I were you. “I said apoligize. nothing more than a little tease. She’d never put out. “For your troubles. The two merely looked into each other’s eyes for a long time until she heard Lucius’s laughter from behind her.” to the ground and him and his cronies backed out of the diner’s door. Oh no.” This last bit was dripping with a sarcasm so heavy that it was really much meaner than anything he had said before. “sorry.” she stuttered into the direction where the boy had just been. mocking tone. unsteadied itself. the strange customer was right in front of Lucius’s cocky face.”he bellowed in his smooth. Lucius merely grinned back at him.

And furthermore. She had always been that way. “What’s for dinner?” Ivy asked her Nana Izzy as she walked through the kitchen door. “Look at this. Ivy could not blame her for.” “I’ve never seen Lucius back down to anyone in all my life.” Ivy began. Though she no doubt felt gratitude towards the strange boy. Clang. “What did you do to your hair?” She finally managed after several moments silence. she nevertheless liked to fight her own battles herself. in an amuzing tone. But these were not normal circumstances. turning around from the kitchen sink to face Ivy.” she finally said. Like it?” . he left the way he had entered. “What was that about?” She heard Liza asking from behind. She had dropped the pan she had been washing as she took in Ivy’s changed appearance. “Oh. Ivy.. in utter bewilderment. She clearly found Lucius’s weakness in the presence of this strange customer highly amusing.” continued Liza. already tired of having to answer such questions.” she replied. shoved the wad of bills into her apron pocket as she stared at the boy now exiting.” she stammered. “I don’t know. setting down her heavy bag of books that she always carried everywhere with her.look on her face. And Ivy’s mouth fell open… II. hopelessly independent and determined to manage everything herself. trying to force her mind back to happier thoughts. she would have shared the same amusement in Lucius’s fear. just like that. “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. “I. she felt just as much fear herself as she did gratitude. And then. “Liza dyed it after work. “Stir-fried tofu and vegetables. under normal circumstances.

She pulled on her purple paisly pajamas. They’re beautiful. The velvet voice contained such an element of sadness within it that. smooth.” “Well you know you always look beautiful no matter what.” began Izzy.” stammered Ivy. she was too exhausted even for that. made her yearn to seek it out – to somehow soothe its pain. “Thanks. For.” “Well. I’m thinking about changing it back. it was so faint she could scarcely hear it. of course. But tonight. Izzy. At first. would be a long peaceful night of slumber. “Yeah. crawled into bed. It came from somewhere in the distance.“Well you know how partial I am to red. “I don’t know. “But if you like it. Painting always calmed her somehow. though she could explain away her hair by pigments and dyes.” That was Izzy’s way. Ivy heard a voice in her dreams.” Ivy replied in relief. That night. soothed her nerves. and stretched out her thin limbs to prepare for. nothing to be worried about. chasing . she always responded to change unnervingly well in the face of everything. A soft. that she always did before nightfall. then I like it. in all its beauty.” she admitted. Suddenly she could not understand why she had feared Izzy’s reaction. “what on earth happened to your eyes?” This was the question Ivy was dreading. I just thought. at smoothing out the rough edges and re-establishing a semblance of normalacy.” “Thanks Nana.” she repeated. And Ivy loved her for it. How very wrong she was. as she reached a hand up to her own flaming red hair. velvety voice that lulled her deep into submission. 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. “I guess its just one of those things that was bound to happen with puberty. she could not quite explain away the flecks of violet and jade that had materialized in her eyes overnight. But what on earth…” continued Izzy as she got a closer look at Ivy’s altered appearance. She ran into the woods she presently found herself in. “I just thought… it was time for a change. “They were just like that when I woke up. what she hoped.” Izzy began after several moments.

but actual events that she partook in. the farther it seemed to get. She found herself floating in mid-air. She squeezed her eyelids shut. singing her name. she had slept so poorly that she felt as if her dreams were not mere dreams. it dissipated into nothingness. and combed her long. demanding its presence. Finally. She ran into the darkness. exhausting her more every minute. what she’d been dreaming about. She’d never known anything so absolutely in her entire life.the voice. desperate to find its owner. the beautiful. an eerily familiar. not appearing to be holding on to anything for support. She ran until she grew so weak that she quite literally collapsed. This was her favorite outfit – it comforted her somehow when days were hard. She hadn’t gotten that long. now black hair out so as to smooth out all the tangles. But. on the contrary. Her pajamas were soaked through with a cold sweat that pervaded her entire body. She called out to no one. She brushed her teeth. for the life of her. 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 it seemed her lungs would explode. violet mini skirt. her surroundings shifted from the darkness of the woods to the heavenly light of the sky. All she knew was that it was important. but all she could remember was a voice. searching for something too beautiful to present itself. Ivy woke in a state of complete exhaustion. trying desperately to cling onto to the fading images. The more she ran. just as it started to feel more tangible. truly felt. velvet voice called back to her. Ivy awoke in a sudden fright. Before she could regain control of herself. fuzzy boots. praying for a response. . however. The velvety voice did not reply for a long time. the velvety voice enveloped her in its embrace. it was something more – more than mere coincidence. it called out to her. What did it mean? Was it mere coincidence? Was it simply her unconscious mind stringing together images of the day before? Or. To her surprise. washed her face. she could feel her whole body quivering from head to toe. The next morning. She dressed herself in a sheer black shirt. peaceful sleep she had yearned for. This time it was loud. beautiful voice – the voice of the boy she’d met that day in the diner. and tight black leggings and black. She called to it. She ran until the muscles in her limbs burned. She couldn’t remember.

” she replied. nothing a long day won’t wash out. “Just had bad dreams. she kissed the top of Ivy’s head and said. and her fellow minions to Stacey Anne’s posse. she never let strange occurences get the better of her. “Not really. She hated the lot of them for their “higher than thou” superiority complex.” “I know. They thought they were such royalty that they could actually dictate who was an acceptable friend to have. “I can see that. she always knew when not to pry.” muttered Ivy as she poured herself a bowl of cereal and seated herself at the kitchen table. not much in the mood for her Nana’s questioning.” said her Nana. All of them gave her glaring looks as she passed by. That was another thing Ivy loved about her Nany Izzy. “almost . “All right.” Nana Izzy said.” And she truly felt it. noticing Ivy’s outfit upon her entrance into the kitchen. who was so desperate to become one of them. feeling as though she might be acting too distant to not raise further suspicion. because she was too beautiful to be tolerated – and they were all too jealous to want to give her the time of day.” Ivy replied. “have a nice first day of school my dear.” Ivy walked into Buffalo High School that morning not expecting anything unusual to transpire. to quote Mean Girls.“Someone’s anticipating a hard day ahead of her. She passed Elsie. she was alarmingly level-headed in the presence of hardship. her once best friend who had sold her soul to the popular two years ago. and then. I hope you’ll be feeling better soon. “Thanks.” “That’s an understatement. Ivy glared back. rising and rinsing her mug of coffee.” Ivy managed. not pushing – just putting the offering out there. through a large mouthful of cereal. “I had a rough night. she added. “you’re looking a bit off color.” retorted Izzy. and Adam because he was. And Elsie. Ivy. “Want to talk about it?” Asked her Nana. “I’ll be in my bedroom should you need me. not prying. She always left her to her own devices.” Then. You know I’m always here. That was what they had done to Elsie two years ago. complied with little to no hesitation when they told her she would have to ditch Ivy and her now best friend Adam. allowing her to at as she chose.

Umm “Cher?” he squeeled. slipping her hands over his eyes. She never quite shared his obsession with gazing at male beauty. It had become a kind of ritual of sorts. It . She walked down the halls until she reached the school cafeteria. Sure enough. “Oh is that all?” She teased. She nevertheless enjoyed the gossip-like banter the two partook in. describing his beautiful lashes.” he said. Cher was his all time idol. “Guess who?”She murmured into his ear. in his hopelessly idealistic voice. in a would-be-casual tone. where she knew Adam would be waiting for her. “Oh my goddesses Ivy you should see him.” she asked as she took a sip of the coffee he had in front of him.” she said as she slunk herself down in the seat next to him.too gay to function. and god-like hair.” She ran up to him from behind. she was – just not in an obssessive way like Adam was. “Close enough. when she reached the cafeteria she spotted Adam’s mop of shaggy blonde hair almost immediately. share a cup of coffee and. She could always count on Adam to know the most intriguing information in the school. he adored every thing about her right down to her odd eccentricities. that enhanced what he liked to call his “perfect arse. effervescent skin. with an air of forced nonchalence.” she managed. a lemon poppyseed muffin. the two would. every morning before the first bell rang. she told herself as she passed their ruthless clique. “So what’s today’s gossip.” he sang. “Only the most gorgeos guy ever to walk the earth has enrolled here and is in OUR grade. “Sounds intriguing. And he was. if they were feeling up to it. forcing a little bit of enthusiasm to pour through her voice. Not that she wasn’t interested in boys. He was wearing his favorite green hoodie and tight black jeans.” No matter. finally allowing the enthusiasm that had clearly been building up in him all morning to pour out. her and Adam were far better off without their approval.

“Weird he said. walking through the doorway was the door from the diner. greeted her teacher. “By the way. was a relief.” “They’re not contacts. Rogers. or didn’t care. she’d just grown up seeing more bad in the student body than good. He looked at her then. which. indicating . She couldn’t explain her antisocial tendencies.” he finally said. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good student. “Woah. before any more weirdness could emerge.” she murmured. As Ivy had arrived several minutes before the first bell.” that Adam always voiced when she was upset about Elsie’s ease at becoming turn-coat. Somehow. Ivy walked to English class. trying not to absorb the harsh stares of Elsie and Stacey Anne. pointing in the direction of the cafeteria’s entryway. hoping he would continue with this casual indifference. great contacts too. She walked through the doorway. who she had always liked. she was. she did.” his eyes growing a little wider. really looked at her. 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. shoving off any weirdness and nudging him in the ribs. only letting it out when she managed to regain her composure.” he added in. alone. greatful for his choosing to not make a big deal about the change. in an offhand sort of way. when she managed to accept this strange reappearance of the black haired boy. “Always knew you were special Ivy. given the strange occurences that had been happening to her as of late. she merely liked sitting in the back – away from all the stares of the other students. the boy from her dream.” “Shutup. “Dig the hair. And there. “There he is. and took the seat in the backmost corner.made her feel normal somehow. Then. it didn’t always work. Adam shoved her so hard she nearly fell off her chair.” Ivy laughed at this. Mr.”she said. “her loss. striding in such a way so as to make his hair flow with a breeze in his wake. Ivy sucked in her breath.

. feeling she ought to at least attempt at polite conversation. chuckling everso-slightly. Great. He smiled at her tentatively.” he added as an afterthought. Her mind began to wander.” “He’s a bit of a nomad.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ivy. “Ivy.” he whispered. more importantly why was in her in dream and why. “What brings you to this lovely town?” “My grandfather. She slipped on her black hoodie. did the mother he had given to her turn to bits of leaves and stones? “I guess I can understand you reluctance. It was just her luck that. black haired boy sliding into the seat next to her. “Your name is?” He prompted. 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. But. Cole. They weren’t all bad. who has recently moved here out of sheer restlessness. the ashen faced.” he said. I regretted it of course. “I’m Ian. before sleep took hold of her she was suddenly shaken awake. tired of me and sent me here to live with my uncle. She looked up and saw. whom I had been living with. to her great irritation and mounting anxiety. “What about your parents?” She asked. pulled the hood up over her head. reached out his hand and said. easing towards the brink of unconsciousness. “it was terribly rude of me. and rested her head on her folded across her desk. rather rudely she feared. allowing his outstreched hand to fall to his side.” she began. would be him.” he continued.” she finally managed after quite some time.the commencement of the school day. “So. the first time any student had chosen to sit next to her in she couldn’t remember how long. why. I never got the chance to formally introduce myself to you the other day. she allowed the wave of exhaustion she had been feeling all morning wash over her. She didn’t want him to get the wrong impression of the people of Sunnybrooke. “Ivy. not taking his hand. at Ivy’s prolonged silence. Who was this boy? And.

” And then. was sheer foolishness and thus. before the conversation could progress any further. growing more irritated by the second. in a strikingly matter-of-fact tone.” “How did you know I had english with him?” She asked. noticing the blush in her cheeks. noticing Ivy’s foul mood. he added. Rogers. That afternoon. after a very prolonged silence he said. “I hadn’t really noticed. As soon as the bell rang. truly looking sorry. given his usual proneness to burst out in fits of laughter.” she managed. feeling guilty.” “Give it up. remained startlingly silent during their investigation of this month’s “100 ways to pleasure your man.” “I’m sorry to hear it. The class seemed to endure for an eternity. “Dish. to her astonishment.” he said. Perhaps this was due to the magnetic pull she felt between her and Ian. beared and slightly chubby English teacher chimed in. the short.“Both dead. no doubt tactfully slipped in. “Oh. Partly because she was not used to such feelings and partly because.” And then. tried to ignore them as much as possible.” Which was odd. the bell rang and Mr. And then. Adam. amidst this strange desire for him. “I’m sorry. after a pause. endless amounts of trashy magazines and gossip about all the phonies at school.” he said. Finally.” she began. It frightened her. as well as the magnetic pull she felt. she shared the truth that she rarely spoke of to anyone. there was a resounding fear. She knew this. the stronger the pull to get closer felt. Ivy went to the local bookstore with Adam to peruse. “I heard you had English with him. “both my parents are dead too. handing out syllabi and introducing the aims of the class.” he chortled.” She had. “I never told you that. brown-haired. The further she tried to situate herself from him. Ivy bolted from her seat and hurried out the door before Ian had a chance to say anything more to her. A voice inside her head seemed to warn her of some emmanent danger about him. both . “So how bout that new kid? Is he a god or what?” “I. as was their custom on the first of every month.

“Yeah. makes you forget all your worries and troubles so that you and his music is the only thing in the world.” Adam began. “it sort of carries you away with it.” Adam replied.” “What. neglected to mention any interaction between Ian and her to anyone. told me.” “Oh.” he retorted. get a grip on yourself would you? I mean I know you’ve had your crushes before.because she wanted to and because she felt it was right in her bones. “Oh. umm. really. “What were you two doing talking about me anyhow?” “He just asked me about you is all. it wasn’t as though she had any claim over either of them. Stacey Anne would soon put an end to it. still laughing.”she said. “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. “Just that you worked a lot and really dug art.” he replied. It was magical.” At this. so you two have been talking?” She asked. “Yeah we had music together. I told him you kicked its ass. her breath coming up short. hesitantly.” . She didn’t know why this irritated her so much. an air of defiance in his voice. Ivy finally laughed.” Ivy stammered. “Oh Adam.” “And you told him what?” Ivy probed. “He uh.” “You’ll just have to hear it yourself if you don’t believe me. “What did he ask?” “He just said you seemed interesting is all and wanted to know more about you. his voice casual and unaffected. and then added.” he paused for a second in thought. “Whatever. “Oh Ivy you should hear him! He’s simply amazing! He can play practically every intstrument beautiful and the music well. with mounting enthusiasm. but magical? Really? Let’s not get carried away here. or if they did.

defensively.” he continued.” “I just can’t get over how beautiful he is.“And why.” Said Ivy.” she said. Said that kind of thing was more common from where he’s from. I know. more to soothe Adam’s feelings than anything else. hoping he’d soon drop the subject.” Adam pressed.” “Thanks Adam.” she pressed.” he continued. Maybe that’s why he weant to California Dreamin’ the other day. clinging to this excuse as a . “Really. “why did you tell him that?” “Because you do. “Everyone knows you’re the baddest chick around when it comes to art. looking hurt. “why didn’t you tell me you two had already met.” “I know Ivy.” asked Ivy. I thought we shared everything.” trying not to feel too irritated at his kind words. But I think he considers California his home. That reminds me. it seems he travelled a lot with his grandfather. “Yeah. “He seemed really interested in your art. “Must have slipped my mind I guess. She guessed it just had to do with him being new was all. I just have a headache. all the hype surrounded them had pretty much died out.” And then she added. “You seem bored. Why should he be interested in anything like that? While it is true that people used to be very interested in her strange drawings. Am I boring you with my Ian talk?” He asked.” Adam insisted.” he added.” “Which is?” Ivy asked. “Yeah. now more curious than ever. growing more and more curious. “I told him about your strange prophetic drawings and he seemed to know something about it. I guess I hadn’t really noticed much. “Oh all around. “No. “You know I tell you everything important.” “How did you know about that?” “He told me that’s where you two met the other day.” he continued.

” said Ivy as she swung her bag over her shoulder and headed out of the bookstore. a world that necessitated the existence of Faerie. Sorry Adam. The Fey used to live together. fell instantly in love with her and decided he would not be content lest he could have her. sobriety and intoxication. Certain faeries had affinities towards creation. There was one Queen. the indivual and the community. Faerie was the capital of the Faery Realm and ultimately had command over everything that went on within it. order. Damien asked Etienne what it would take to become her king. 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. He quite emphatically agreed. Ian’s lovely grandfather. The Queen. Etienne. came Damien. It was the balanced. confident that one day her love would be returned to him. however.” he said. life and death. towards her car. Ian: Ian walked through the border that lead from Faerie to the Mortal Realm. Determined. they lived together harmoniously. He had never known the world that way. and did not love Damien. “Call me later okay?” “Sure. unchanging land – it emphasized order. in harmonious cooperation – Faerie never needed to exist. . logic. taken aback. For all of nature is a process of creation and destruction. and balance above all else. the perfect match for Etienne as rulers of the Otherworld. and all was balanced. who had the power to make all in her presence feel like Kings and Queens themselves. He. however. had a heart for another. They carried out their duties harmoniously. He was prophecized to be the Faeries’ King. the very heart of the Faery Realm and the center point for all of its magic. who oversaw all things and all was peaceful. his whole of existence had been spent in this new world. In the past. birth and re-birth.reason to leave. Then. chaos and order. 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.” “Ok . “I think I’m gonna bail. Etienne. I’m just not feeling so great. upon meeting the beautiful Etienne. and destruction. He found it irritating beyond belief that the only entryway between the Faery Realm and the mortal one was through and in Faerie.

The Dionysian court was relishing in their new power. and the Apollonian. Seventeen years had past and all was going well. and capture the girl. remained defiant. Seeing no other choice. he could not find her until now. All of his court’s magic had been employed to find her. lest she replace her mother in her throne. grew to be the court of intoxication. However. seduce. She gave birth to a beautiful girl. the other. He set out now to find her. upon discovering this. The Dionysian. Damien had given Ian his orders to do so and Ian. but all had been fruitless. What Damien did not know was that Etienne was pregnant with the solitary fey’s child.however. And it was here. Damien walked up to the small cottage where he knew the mortal girl to live. Damien murdered him in the hopes that someday Etienne could learn to love him instead. destruction. devasted by unrequited love and the death of his beloved. Hence arose Faerie. The Apollonian court. into the mortal realm. where she was no longer fit to rule. she grew furious and all of Faery grew divided. Etienne however was weak. desperate for his grandfather’s approval. where Damien would no doubt destroy her. then to interact and seduce. Ian went – to find. The courts were named after their gods Dionysus and Apollo. whom she named Roslyn. first to observe. Etienne lived in misery for what felt an eternity. to the King. that court which oversees all things and demands order and balance between the other two courts. agreed to the task in earnest. with Damien. Damien’s court. The courts became so divided that they threatened to overtake each other. became the court of beatiful images and creativity. Half felt their loyalty to the Queen. Thus arose the creation of the two courts – the Dionysian. and sexual passion. The cottage was small and encircled by a rather large field of . art and poetry. Damien. music and dance. All had been going well until the discovery of Roslyn’s daughter. Her love for the poor solitary fey that so held her heart remained strong and unbreaking. They now new where she was taken. He passed through the waterfall that divided the two realms and ventured out into the mortal world. and then to bring back with him to his land. Damien never knew she had birthed a child and. she soon died of a broken heart and left her court to her daughter. whom they cherished above all others. until now. and for this reason. captured the new Queen and seduced her into a state of permanent slumber. set out to find the girl to destroy her. When she discovered Damien’s hand in the murder of her love. Etienne’s. chaos. the birth and creation of all things. with Etienne.

Maybe she belonged with him. after all. It had become common knowledge among all who knew of the faery folk that daisies would protect a child from capture by the fey. like an outsider somehow. with his faery sight. he should not find it so easing. he chortled as he passed through the white picket fence. after all. etc. that wouldn’t work anymore. Ian grinned to himself.daisies. a drawing – a beautifully intoxicating drawing. It was merely better this way. How delicate she looked lying there. She looked soft and peaceful. so pleasant – he was. that she’d be able to see him if she awoke. enveloped . Daisies were responsible for his court’s inability to find her. the color purple. It was a pity. He had always felt out of place in his court. It was fitting that the next air to the Apollonian court should have a propensity towards the arts. throught the wooden walls. the plastic god after all – the god of beauty and image. how angelic and innocent. Amidst this abundance of purple was a myriad of different drawings and paintings she had. so fair that he. Ian. no doubt. Her skin was fair. It was as they had suspected – daisies. He could see that she quite liked to draw and paint and. however. and a strange beacon of light which took the shape of a woman in the top-right corner. nearly risking waking the girl. He walked around her room. he thought to himself. As Ian gazed down at the image he saw a beautiful woman resting in slumber. He gazed down at the image and nearly let out a gasp of shock. She was sleeping. after all. up the stairs – where he could smell the mortal girl’s living quarters – and through he bedroom door. the small lit lanterns around the borders of the walls. was different. He walked over to the desk in the furthermost left corner of the room. It was odd. Daisies were the culprit. her long auburn locks spread out across her pillow. that she should be involved in anything to do with the fey. it was in her blood after all. could see blue veins shining through her skin. Not. He was. Everything else was chaos. taking in its surroundings. the soft carpet. were scatters of paints and pencils and. She had passed through the intagible barrier between childhood and adolescence. a member of the Dionysian court and should thus always opt for chaos. It was no surprise that this mortal girl should have the gift of creating beauty. Purple was everywhere – her lamp shade. He shunned at this inclination of his towards order. No matter. done herself. in his court. was no longer a child. that her life should have to end. more orderly. This mortal girl. however. On it.

he thought as he looked upon the sleeping girl. It must mean something else. Perhaps she really was more fey than mortal. 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. it read. was currently reside – all on the pretense of their mortality. He had expected to be in control of the situation. Maybe she was more faery than human. or near mortal. Maybe she had prophetic skill as well as artistic impulses. What was he saying. He felt strange and unnerved. “Work Schedule for California Dreamin’” He pocketed the piece of paper. no doubt. as he shook his head fervently. he would have to play the part well – leave no open edges. Clearly she had a lot to learn. he said to himself as he made his way over to the home his uncle Cole. he was rather disconcerted by the whole exchange. eyes that held within them the sheer essence of nature. If he was to be acting a mortal. not felt as though she had some sort of power over him. He had not expected the mortal. He laughed out loud at the sheer foolishness . No. He was more frazzled than he would like to admit. He looked down at a crinkled paper that lay on the corner of her desk. perhaps it would soon become necessary for her to learn the power of how to weave a glamour. He thought back to the change in her eye and hair color and attributed these changes to her faery blood. He suspected those were. he thought. She looked human enough however. his job was to seduce and capture her. She should be waking soon. He wondered at what it could mean. Ian was awoken from his thoughts as he heard the girl moving in her sleep. he was now a solid mass. deciding to visit her at her work place the day. so as to disguise such changes from the human world. She was already beginning to shape-shift. he would have to teach her. Ian walked out the doors of California Dreamin’. No matter. he decided as he shook himself out. not teach her the ways of faery – not become a friend to her. a product of her faery blood – no mortal could have eyes such as those.in darkness. who had really been a parent to him his whole life. Did she know? Could she know that her mother was in a state of permanent slumber over in his court? It wasn’t possible. and left the way he had entered. which gave him both the appearance and physical composition of a mortal – rather than being fluid energy. girl to have had such an effect on him. having to walk out them rather than through him due to his mortal glamor.

he felt. where Ivy had assured him he’d find spare blankets and pillows. How was he too. he thought. truly felt. His heart ached out to her and yearned to protect her from pain. intentions. waiting for his news.” Ian replied. if he felt for her this way. He allowed his mind to wander towards the idea of protecting Ivy. unspeakable thoughts. to soothe his own doubts as much as Cole’s. Cole was at the kitchen table. He walked through the door to the old victorian house in which he and Cole had taken up residence. “I’ll have her hooked by tomorrow morning. she needs to sleep the night off.” he stated.to want nothing more than to be the one person who could indubitably be there for her and be the source of . He situated himself between the green comforter. concerns. about her thoughts. do what he had been ordered of him to do. of being with her. he added. nestling himself into it like a caterpillar in a cocoon. where he set up his temporary bed at the base of Ivy’s. What he must do.” INSERT SCENE HERE OF IAN THINKING ABOUT THE EFFICIENCY OF THE PLAN. Good. her well-being. He nuzzled his face into his pillow. matter-offactly – it was an assumption. of caring for her. “I trust everything went according to plan. and then. lying on his side. not a question. “Did you converse with her?” “A bit. “Indeed Cole. He grabbed a rather squishy green comforter and a clumpy old pillow and headed back to Ivy’s room. he was starting to love Ivy . Ian strode through the hallways of Ivy’s cottage and towards to door leading to the pantry. where she was now sleeping. and troubles .of such a thought. and allowed his mind to wander towards forbidden. it did.he thought about her at all hours of the day.” he replied. 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.

waves of hair falling over the sides of her bed. He needed her. He would have to be there for her. the daughter of his only love. To allow her presence to touch him too much. Ivy shoved her new schedule into her messenger bag and headed down to the basement. He had decided. No. whatever the cost. he thought about what he had told Ivy and the reasons behind his telling her. he wondered. He was starting to loathe the old man for his inclination towards maliciousness and cruelty. maybe he wouldn’t be able to destroy her after all. now black. After tonight. He allowed himself to become too involved. Ian shuddered at these thoughts. in the privacy of his own thoughts. sometimes despised.to stop being an active part of the world. he would never be able to think of her as an object. On the other. he had decided now.she was at peace. whether he actually wanted the approval of a man who he. shifting the tapestry of the future in ways he could not know. unable to calm his mind enough for sleep. Perhaps this was why his grandfather had chosen to put Roslyn. he had his court to think about . She was so beautiful when she slept. how could he allow Ivy to stop consciously living . 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. for he had taken to walking since living in the mortal realm. her long. to separate himself from her and the task that needed to be done. If he was approaching the matter from his faery side and the side of his court. He had chosen. nothing could touch her . For his propensity towards darkness and terror. he would have to. protect Ivy now. but.her happiness. The world needed her. he should have revealed more hidden truths to her. He glanced up at Ivy. not his court. Maybe he would offer the same kindness towards Ivy. it was as if all the horror of the world couldn’t touch her there. he should not have told her anything. He should have revealed everything. As Ian walked home from school.his grandfather. To allow her safety and happiness to be held above his own and his courts. At least in sleep. he was starting to question whether this longing was grounded. She . where the drama room was located. into a state of endless sleep rather than destroy her. What was he thinking. if he was approaching it from his tie to Ivy.

she could scarcely distinguish between the selves she pretended to be in front of others. Great. join me in welcoming Ivy – since we all know she wanted to make an entrance. they only just put me in this class and I was held up in the main office. she would be if she didn’t care about fitting it. “Well what do we have here?” Jay asked. slightly chubby drama teacher with short sandy hasher. “Sorry Jay. he added: “Come on everyone. Jay. thinking themselves to be hilarious.” “Sorry Jay.” “Oh but Ivy. “I'm dividing you all up into . “It’s Ivy!” And then. She hated acting. don't expect me to be so nice. Maybe she was who she pretended to be.” “All right. and the self she would be. you missed my best re-enactments. “All right everyone. But next time. Well. mocking voice. but she was just like the rest of them – a pathetic. listen up. the happy daughter who doesn't mind that she doesn’t know anything of her biological parents. she wasn't exactly true. turning to the class. She walked down the stashers and through the hall. I’ll let you off the hook this tie. until she reached room 68 – the dreaded drama room. She played the part of the strong girl who never lets anything touch her. always playing a part. if she was being honest with herself. She was constantly acting. Maybe there wasn't really much of a difference.couldn't believe she got stuck with drama. the tall. She may talk a lot of smack about the people at school. was already re-enacting various different characters in front of the class. she was late. She was in for a long semester. I won't happen again – I promise.” The class laughed and droned out choruses of “welcome Ivy”. the role of the supportive best friend who never judges.” She nodded and then took the closest empty seat to the door. Now that she thought about it. in a loud. desperately searching for somewhere she belonged.” Jay began. lost teenager.

Jay had become known throughout the school for waltzing into various different classrooms to conduct his trust exercises. “Okay. 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. “No Cristi. 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. “Hey!” he said. “That would kind of defeat the purpose of the trust exercises wouldn't it? If I let you pick your own partners. “That wouldn't be any fun now would it?” The class groaned.” The hat slowly began to make its way over to Ivy. We need to be able to trust one another. raising his voice for emphasis. unrolled it. “Drama is a highly personal art form.” “And. one that requires us to open up every inch of ourselves to the public.” Jay replied. Of course. “I want the other half of you to pick a name out of the hat and then divvy yourselves up.” Great.” he added. she should have known they'd be doing them first thing in this class. She picked a piece of paper out of the hat. Not. it’s extremely important. “Don't mock the exercise.” He motioned to the black top hat he held in his hands. whiny voice. and read the name “Ian Landry” in .” he continued.” “Can't we choose our own partners?” Cristi Tinkerton asked in her high-pitched. you'd all partner up with a friend that you already trust. She never even opened up to Adam. not so much for an answer. how was she to be expected to open up in front of a whole class. “I've put half your names on a piece of paper and thrown them into this hat. imitating her squeaky voice. she would definitely have fun in this class.groups of two for those trust exercises that I know you guys love so much. but for dramatic effect. You know.

His smooth..” she said. She couldn't let this happen. it didn't mean anything. He didn't say anything to her for a long time. she wanted to fill the distance between them. resisting the magnetic pull between them. It was almost identical to the voice in her dream. She looked around the room to find him. It couldn't mean anything. He just kept staring at her with an expression she couldn't quite read. all the while not tearing her gaze away from his. But what if. falling into his lap. Get a hold of yourself.” he finally managed. blocked by his friend Cole's head. She had to strain her body to stay away from him. He couldn't be the voice from her dream. She got up from my seat and my feet started moving in his direction on their own accord. a feat that was near impossible. And even if he was. She hadn't even noticed he was in this class yet. She was in charge of my own body.. no one else was. but he didn't. This seemed unlikely though. he was sitting all the way in the back. She looked around to see where Ian was seated. looking down at her feet. It took her a while to find him.. pulling the seat as far away from him as she possibly could. and just as intense. what if. this was getting really creepy. He swallowed and she could see his Adam's apple rise up and down as he did so. she would be moved into his class AND partnered with him. She stared back. the way most people do when they realize they've been caught staring at someone. What was going on? She forced her eyes away from his as she reached him. after the dreams of the nights before. Super. Oh well. She expected him to look away. She wanted to fall into him. Okay. She finally sat down next to him.bold black letters. velvety voice reverberated through her bones. “Hi. She walked over to him. It seemed just her luck that. Maybe he'd figured out that she was his partner.. his eyes intense. He was already looking at her. 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. suddenly self-conscious. As he spoke. it did. given that no one in the class had moved yet. And never let go. She couldn't tear my eyes away from his. “Hey. She .

.” she admitted. 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. It seemed like he was holding something back. She inhaled deeply.” he retorted.. 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. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not. both looking for the other one to take the lead. “They changed your schedule too?” “Yeah.didn't belong to anyone.” she muttered.” he concluded. He pulled his chair closer to hers. right?” “Yeah. Are you dreading it as much as I am?” “Probably more.. causing her heart to skip a beat. “You're Ivy. Luckily Jay's loud voice echoed across the room at that moment.” he said.. “Sucks to be us.” he finally said.” They stood up rather awkwardly. “So. “I dunno. trying to distract herself from the strange sensations taking place inside her body. “I wonder why we haven't started yet.” he said. trying desperately to calm her nerves.” she replied. but it sounded like his breathing was just as uneven as hers was. Like there was something he wasn't telling her. with a peculiar expression of bewilderment on his face. “Don't hold back.” she managed. “All right. take it away guys. after a long pause.. struggling to control herself. trying to sound nonchalant. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. after clearing his throat. “Huh. “How'd you know?” “Lucky guess.

She couldn't fall fast enough. She could never let him bring danger to her and her Nana Izzy and Adam. so that her back was facing him. “You promise to catch me?” “I promise.” She guessed now was as good a time as any.” he said. She would never succumb to him. But she didn't. “Okay. The moment she stepped in front of him.” he added. it paled in comparison to this.” he said finally. desperate to break whatever spell she was under. His eyes locked on to hers as he tried to regain his composure. She felt a knot in her throat. She hated having to rely on someone else to catch me. but he looked just as confused as she did. He held her there. she felt his arms loop through hers. “My turn?” Ivy grabbed her keys and ran out the door. She let go of her center of gravity.” he finally said. after what felt like decades. Sure. the way she usually did. She half expected to put her foot out behind her.” she said when she had situated herself. his perfect lips curling up into a slight smile. Her head was spinning. She never wanted him to let go. She hated this game. All she knew was that she could never let Ian have her. She turned around. She looked into his face to see if he was somehow responsible for this. A rush of heat pulsated through her body. to stop her fall. .. having a mind of its own. When she finally managed to regain control of her body. She didn't know how she was going to resist or if it was even possible. in his arms. Especially Ian. But she needed to. bracing herself for the fall.“I guess we might as well get this over with. “You want to go first? I promise I won't drop you. “Um. sounding completely sincere. she twisted out of his arms. making light of the situation. She didn't know what she was going to do or if there was even anything she could do.. “That was interesting. However she had imagined her reaction to be. for several moments longer. strapping her to his body. She hated the sensation of falling. her body took over. Finally.

Never. on the grave and frightened look in her eyes.” she interrupted.” She couldn't believe how much strength it took just to stand two feet away from him. Running to him on a mixture of fear and desire. not when she had been given fair warning. or if she was racing to fall into his arms.” he began. He looked so sad. “I. . He closed his book and started to rise.. and. To take everything back. She forced herself to focus on the words of Luna’s warning. looking more nervous than she'd seen him before. they were completely glossed over. “I came here to tell you that it's never going to happen with me and you. “No don't. The fear. To kiss his soft. “No!” she finally managed. Her body yearned to step closer. it would only make it more difficult. Did he really think he would win her over that easily? His eyes seemed to go on forever. “Don't you dare get up!” He looked puzzled. she saw Ian sitting on the bench in front of the building. No. irritatingly. To succumb. Never. The fear. No. Her body ached all over with longing as she reached him. She had to console him. which greatly irritated her. got up and slammed the door shut. Focus on the fear. Running faster than she'd ever run before. She couldn't allow myself to think such thoughts. sad. wine colored lips. You can never have me Ian. driving faster than she'd ever driven in her life. She didn't know whether she was racing to tell him she would never be with him. Be strong. Ian glanced up from his book. Ian looked surprised. As she pulled into the school. She shut the engine off. She would never walk into danger willingly. To press her head against his chest. reading a book.The minute she got in the car and started the engine she raced out of her neighbourhood.

With what little strength she had left. as if she hadn't said anything. “If that's what you. but she could never let that happen.. “Of course. I would never make you do anything you didn't want to. But just as she thought this.” His face remained composed as she said this. But then. She pulled over into the nearest parking lot. looking for anything to distract her thoughts from wandering towards Ian. “ Okay Ivy. That she loved him.. he nodded once.No. you know that. I don't know that! It's a lie Ian. It's just that. A load of shit. For a while she thought he would continue standing there forever.. looking utterly shocked. This is already taking all my strength and it only makes it harder when you speak. Like he was afraid that maybe she didn't feel for him what he felt for her. The only place she wanted to go was back to Ian.” As she said the words. Please leave me alone. Please Ian.” “No. As he spoke. interrupting. This helped her work up her second wind. hoping that reading something – anything – could take her mind of Ian. She drove without any idea of where she was going. she immediately wished she could take them back. his eyes kept darting up and down from her face to the ground.. she needed to regroup. to tell him that she needed him. It was unnaturally blank. his face rearranged into its previous blank expression. Like he was nervous. She needed to soothe his worries. She needed to calm down.” he finally said. “Just don't Ian!” She said.” he began. She couldn't read anything in the expression on Ian's face. Please. Off the horrible . she turned and walked away from him. She pulled out the first piece of paper she could find. She opened the dash-board in front of the passenger seat. “Please. don't say anything. no matter how badly she wanted to. with striking subtlety. It was painfully difficult for her to remain firm.

a party was exactly what she needed to get Ian off her mind. She turned and found Libby Sovaire waving to her. The house was . out of the parking lot. Anything to get her mind of Ian. looking positively giddy. least. Lucius is only the richest guy in school. locked the doors behind her. You know. “Ivy!” a voice called out to her as she approached Lucius's front door. Yes. She used to go to parties with Elsie all the time. and headed over to the party. she had my engine on and was pulling the car into reverse. and in the direction of Lucius's house. or. It was completely decked out with all the finest technology. She parked in front of an old Victorian looking house that seemed eerily out of place. the more people the better – the more distractions. Address: 650 Branton Road.” she stammered. “Thought I'd check it out. 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. Anything. What was she saying? Of course it is. drink. Before she could even finish reading the invitation. she thought they were from school.pain she felt in her chest. the usual.” Libby squealed with excitement. This party must be pretty big. What was she expecting? Whatever. The whole street was filled with cars. She should go. furniture. and everything else you'd expect to find in a rich person's house. RSVP not necessary. I pulled out her keys. hook up with some random guy. be social. “We're going to have so much fun.” Lucius's house was anything but modest. “I'm so glad you came!” “Yeah. cars she recognized from school. When she pulled up in front of Lucius's house she couldn't find any place to park.

she really didn't care who she hooked up with. “Hey baby. “Everyone knows you can't hold your liquor.” she snorted. Who were all these people? She didn't recognize anyone. “As if. grabbing his hand and dragging him into the nearest bedroom.” she retorted.” she said.” he said. It was totally meaningless. sarcastically.” “Please. and maybe I'll warm up. “a couple right?” She laughed. Ricky grinned and poured her two shots of gin.” “Aw come on babe. “Come on. “You're standing right in front of the drinks. Finally she spotted Ricky Herrer over by the drinks. smacking her ass as she approached.” she said. which only reinforced just how many people were at this party.” “Of course you will.” “Damn girl. a notorious womanizer at school.” He laughed. I may have to take a few to catch up with you. Not that he wasn’t cute with his blue eyes and brown curly hair. “Let's play a game. but his personality pretty much ruined anything he had going for him in the looks department. which was really hilarious given what white trash he was. why you gotta be so cold?” “Get a couple drinks in me. “I think I'm gonna like this game. She thought one of them was for him.” He grinned. “Come to get some sugar from your boy Ricky?” Ricky always acted like he was some kind of gangster or something. but then he said. “more like ten. “Oh I've already had five or six shots baby. suddenly confident with the abundance .” she replied. She just needed to get her mind of Ian.” “Sure. She downed as many shots as she could before her throat burned too badly to continue.” After all.packed.

she was talking to herself now. covering his mouth. She couldn't catch a breath. He let out a low moan and started fiddling with her bra strap. “Shhh. Don't ruin this by talking. It wasn't as easy as she thought. Her body burned with pain. trying to take the lead. hoping to punish my body for defying her. For making everything so difficult. What was she doing? This wasn’t who she wanted to be – the kind of person she was ashamed of. She’d completely lost it.” he groaned. Her heart froze. All she could think about was Ian.” She snapped back. She ran out of the bedroom as fast as she could. She pressed her mouth over his. hook up with someone she didn't want to. ignoring the burn. reaching his hands up her shirt. trying to trick her body into wanting this. Great. “Shut up.” At first he looked offended. She started trembling all over. What was different now? “Ian!” Her body screamed. messing around with Ricky. shoving him off.of alcohol in her system. She pushed him down onto the bed. one after the other. slipping her tongue into his mouth. Tears streamed from her eyes in a never- . “Get off me!” She finally screamed. She headed over to the drinks table again. She pinned him down. unable to control herself. Every inch of her body screamed in protest. “Some one's hungry for some Ricky. The shot glass fell out of her hand and she slid to the floor. Her head started spinning and she felt like she was going to pass out. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she do this? It's not like she hadn't done this before. running her fingers through his hair. Ricky rolled on top of her. She feigned a low moan. but then he quickly readjusted as she pressed her hips into his. She threw back four shots of cinnamon schnapps. But it didn't.

“Don't look at me!” She wailed. She cried until my head ached. Her heart pounded so heavily it felt as if it was visible from the outside.ending flow. she needed more. She knew it was what she wanted. the only thing she could ever imagine wanting was him. Until it throbbed so hard that she honestly thought it might combust. It was the voice of an angel. Except this time. Back to the room where this whole mess began. but now. Nothing had ever felt so right. looking up into his eyes. her angel. serene.” “Shhh. It couldn't be worse than what she was without him. Her whole body began tingling. I'm going to try to make this as easy for you as possible. She ran up to him. That I really will try to stay away. “Listen Ivy. the room felt peaceful. Shelooked up at Ian's beautiful pale face. “I'm a mess. afraid to see his disgust. . then my presence must be unbearable. But it wasn't there. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him.” he soothed. from my head to my toes. “Ivy. She pushed him onto the bed. He lead her into the bedroom she had just left. Her own personal savior. pulling his face to hers. He hadn't really done anything to deserve it. completely embarrassed. it can't be helping. “I just wanted to tell you that I understand. shaking her eyes open. She looked at him through tear-filled eyes. I've been thinking a lot about what you said before and you're right. His arms wrapped around me as we kissed. The only emotion she could discern was sadness. wrapping his arm around her to help her stand.” What? He couldn't stay away from her.” a voice said. “Let's get you out of this crowd. His eyes were filled with concern and sincerity.” He paused for a second before continuing.” He pulled her up by both hands. She looked up into his eyes. She didn't care what happened to her. because if you feel anywhere close to the way I feel around you. why was he helping her? After she'd been so cruel.

“No Ivy.” she said. “To stay away from me? Yeah. I'm trying Ivy. “I want this. He ran his fingers through her hair with a mixture of gentleness and passion.. “I can't do this Ivy. “Ivy you're drunk. She ran my hands up his shirt. trying to climb back on top of him. “I live next door.” “Shut up. “You're not Ian. I couldn't just ignore your pain. He gave in for a while.” he said. “I didn't come here for this. trying to stay firm. I can't take advantage of you. I.” “You sensed me?” she asked.” “Then why did you come?” She asked. “What are you talking about?” He swallowed.never tearing her lips away from his.” she said. in that old Victorian house and I. His tongue plunged into her mouth. and stood up. nibbling on his ear. I've never had to resist anything like this before. pressing against hers. “I sensed you were in trouble and I couldn't stay away. suddenly hurt.” “And?” She asked. some job you're doing with that. . You don't want this. “I know Ivy. “Wait.” he said. it's hard for me. I'm trying.” he paused. until he pushed her away from him again.saw you arrive. calling attention to his beautiful Adam's apple. I've wanted this for so long.. suddenly curious. I can't do this.” He pushed her off completely now..” He struggled with himself. tracing the contours of his abdomen. breathing heavily. pushing her away. “What does that have to do with you sensing me? With you knowing I was in trouble?” He stared into her eyes. looking as though he was trying to gage what her reaction would be. Not really.” His eyes grew intense as he drew in a breath.

I sensed it vibrating within my body. mine does to you. But I couldn't.” he continued. To see you. “You have an energy unlike anything I've ever encountered. Everything about your energy draws me in. matter-of-factly.. It didn't make any sense..this bond between us. As.” he began.” “But what does that have to do with you sensing I was in trouble? I mean so yeah. “I have an energy?” “Yes. It feels like something more. sarcastically. what you're saying is. To make sure you were okay. Unlike anything I could have imagined. unique. it's just our energy that draws us to each other?” She asked. I think. but I'm just as lost as you are. It takes enormous effort on my part to resist it – to stay away. “Yeah?” “I – I can feel things. energy changes all the time...” I started finally. it's even more over-powering than it would be normally. I needed to come.. to let you handle it on your own like you wanted it. and so on. And with this. But how did you know how I was feeling?” He smiled slightly. suddenly hurt for some reason she couldn’t understand. It's essential make up stays the same. “Everything has an energy – colors. I don't think it's just that.” he said. “that's how I knew.” “So. He inhaled deeply before continuing.” “So.And every energy is different. Energies or something like that.” She began. “because Ivy.” “And so.“I. “how come I can't feel when your energy . It changes with our emotions – when we're happy. “I don't know Ivy. you knew I was here. “How come. stopping before he completed the thought. sad. It was too much to bear. I tried to ignore it.” “You feel energies?” She asked.. Most people just aren't sensitive enough to recognize it as energy. lonely. people.” She didn't know what to say to this. but it fluctuates every minute. objects.

Ian was on his feet with his arms around her. But. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen before. resting his chin on the top of her head. She got lost in his eyes.” he began.. breathing in his scent. “I think. “I – I wish it could stay like this forever. The way she felt when I was around him. anticipating her fall. “I wish. as her body's way a punishing her. He must have noticed her sudden understanding because. never wanting to find her way out. How much did you drink anyway?” She pressed my head against his chest. she felt her stomach flip. She only knew that it could never be long enough.. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and drew in a deep breath.” She began. but you would think with this. . But as soon as she said it she remembered the way she felt in my dreams.shifts? I mean I know you say we aren't sensitive enough to it.” “I don't know about that. 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. “Me too. I wish this moment didn't ever have to end.” she said. “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. She looked up at him to find his eyes fixated on her. Relief swelled through her. you don't know what you're feeling. And.this bond. suddenly. he smiled. You just haven't developed it well enough yet. Like she needed to take it away.” She didn’t know how long they stood there. Her heart beat faster and her head started to feel light. “I think maybe you can.” he said. in each others’ arms. “Me too. I might be able to pick up on something. before she could even begin.. his eyes twinkling in the light.” He was silent for a while. thinking things over. The next thing she knew. The way she felt every time he was pained – like she wanted to take it away. and she dodged out of his grasp to throw up on the floor.

“I'll be right back. “I think I'm alright now. She made a silent promise to myself never to drink again. Something felt horribly wrong.” she breathed. with absolutely no intention of going anywhere.” “No it's okay. “Oh. “Don't leave me”. Then he walked back over to her.” He smiled again.” she cried.” He turned to walk away.” she said “No!” “Stop!” “Please. “No. Her heart fluttered in response to his kiss. but Lucius.” he said as he stood up.” She sighed. “I'm sorry. looking at her on the floor. scooped her into his arms and brought her over to the bed. grabbing the cuff of his pants.” he started. He lay beside her on the bed and she turned to kiss him. He twined her hair around his fingers as she continued throwing up. but the next thing she knew she heard footsteps coming through the door. I guess I didn't think that one through. “I promise. struggling to restrain him.He vanished and was by her side again in an instant. He held a wastebasket in front of her face and pulled back my hair. I'll be right back. She was so embarrassed. .” She replied. Her heart fluttered with relief that Ian was back. rolling on top of her.” he said. He kissed the top of her head and placed his cool lips against her forehead. His face took on a mixture of sadness and joy. She opened my eyes and saw that it wasn't Ian at all. “I knew you wanted me too. but paused before reaching the door.” he breathed. “I'm just going to go get you some water. making her forget to breathe. “Rest here for me. She didn’t know if I fell asleep or was just bordering on unconsciousness. “No. okay?” “Okay. But something wasn't right.

You know you want it.” He looked as though he would never forgive himself. but suddenly his fist jammed into his face. Sure. blood streaming from his nose. “Stop! Lucius.. he was pulled off of me before she could understand what was happening.” At first Lucius tried to laugh it off. But something about the look on Ian's face must have registered in his thoughts because he suddenly went very still. he turned to look at her and his expression softened. .Get off!” She said putting all her force into getting out from under him. I wasn't thinking. His fingers froze at the top of the collar on her shirt. I never should have left you like this. looking so angry that it frightened her.” he said glaring at him as he released him. “If you ever touch her again. completely ignoring her commands. “Okay. His breathing was so heavy. “Get out of here. “Okay. “Ivy. Lucius ran out the door. “I will personally see to it that your death is a slow and painful one. Finally. “Ivy I'm so sorry. Ian stood there for several more moments. She thought he was about to let him go. “No. looking more serious than I'd ever seen him.” he began. fuming. unbuttoning the buttons one by one.” he threatened. His nostrils flared out and his breathing was heavy. yeah.His hand ran up her torso. “Don't fight it Ivy. No Lucius get off of me!” She tried to push him off but he was too heavy. Just let me go!” Ian set him down on his feet. But she didn't need to. to pretend it was all in good fun. She looked up to see Ian holding him up in the air by his collar. Or she was too weak..” he said.” he moaned.

opened the door. He looked painfully sad and angry as he slowly started buttoning up her shirt.“It's okay. “Come on. but you probably shouldn't have the caffeine.” He smiled slightly. and lowered her down onto my bed. Her red bra was showing. “I'll go make you some tea okay? And maybe something to eat. Good thing she’d decided to wear a bra today. I'll bring your car back over in the morning.” He was out of her room before she could object. She must have fallen asleep because.” she tried to assure him.” He took her out the back exit. “I'm so sorry I let this happen to you Ivy. and gently lowered her into the seat. I'd probably be far worse off if it weren't for you. She thought more to comfort her than anything else. “It's okay Ian. she was jolted awake as Ian lowered a mug of tea and a plate onto her bedside table. scooping her into them. he asked her for her keys. His breathing never steadied. but came over to the bed and slid his arms under her. you must feel awful. He carried her upstairs. where she told him her bedroom was. they drove in silence the entire way to her house.” He didn't relax. “Nothing happened.” . and then down at her opened shirt. “I'll drive you home. With the exception of asking for directions. She handed them to him without a moment’s hesitation. He lifted her up and brought her inside. She didn't know what he was thinking. because it didn't feel sincere. “It's lemon tea. suddenly. He brought her around to the passenger side of the car. As he pulled into her driveway.” he said.” he breathed. to avoid the big crowd in the front of the house. He looked at her for a moment. He got out of the car and hurried over to her side. It was that or Earl Grey. He closed the passenger door on her and walked around to his side of the car.

“don't go.” She stared up at him and he stared back. “I'll come by tomorrow to bring over your car.“Oh.” He looked at her for a moment and then resigned.” “No!” I started. Finally. “And some cinnamon raison toast. he kissed the top of her forehead and made his way to leave. I’ll be here if you need anything.” he added.” . “Alright. Please don't go. I remember it used to make me feel better when I was sick. as she examined the plate. but I'll sleep on the floor.

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