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