Ivy's POV
"Dad I'm home!" I said as I burst through the door after school. I was welcomed by the normal filth of a house that held my alcoholic Father and I. He welcomed me at the door ad I put my bag down with his arms crossed in front of him. "Oh, shit. I forgot to open the restaraunt. I'm sorry I was running late to school and forgot to swing by there." I said remembering by his facial expression what I did. "You're going to go nowhere in life if your forgetful." He replied. My Mom left me with my Father when I was the age of 2. She couldnt deal with his alcoholic ways and didn't want me around her to remind her of him. "I'm sorry Dad. it wont happen again." I bit my tounge from back talking. "It better not. Or you can go just like your Mother." I was tired of him always making bashful remarks about my Mother. "You know what Dad? Maybe if you werent such a alcoholic ass, she would still be here." I turned around without seeing his expression and took my car keys and went out. There was only so much I could take.
I drove around for hours to go to the library to have some peace and quiet but it was too full and I couldnt find a parking spot. I didn't know where else to go because there wasnt many places around and I needed to study and do my homework like I always do. One of the many things I remember Mom telling me was that I could be whatever I wanted if I just tried, and thats what I'm doing, trying to be someone to be successful even when it got hard to follow that. It was getting late now looking for someplace and I decided to go to the very last place of my choice, but the very 1st choice of my Dads. The bar. He had always had his favorite drink, place to sit and bartender. When he argued with my Mom he would escape here and not come back for like a day.
When I went inside, the foul smell of sweat and whiskey hit my nose. I just needed a few minutes alone and this was the closest I could get to it. I sat down im the farthest booth from anyone and opened up my bag to get my book. The music was blaring with people dancing and drunk and yelling and demanding for more drinks. I should of just parked in the front and stayed in the car.
As I was getting really into one of my sappy love books, a boy wearing a blue shirt sat down across from me. "Like it here huh?" He asked, with a smirk on his face. I slowly closed my book. "I don't come here often." I replied. He took a sip of his drink. "Well you should." "Are you drinking water?" I noticed his cup wasnt filled with some tanish brown liquid. "Yeah. I don't drink." "Oh." I replied. "I'm Miles by the way." "I'm Ivy." I replied. All these questions of why he came over to me and is talking to me and why am I even here surfaced, but I didn't ask any of them. "Wanna come with me to see my motorcycle?" Miles asked. "Sure." I replied without thinking. Since when was I interested in motorcycles or even talking to motorcycling driving bar going guys?
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Miles
Fanfiction"But you see Miles, people have different representations of beauty and what is right and wrong. People may find you attractive and some may not. Some people may think its okay to steal because they grew up around it and was never told it was bad,"...
