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