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