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