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