Coz he was sunshine, she was midnight rain
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Ivy Kennedy
She's a legend before twenty-Hollywood's golden girl, the youngest self-made billionaire, and a model who owns every runway she walks. Ruthless. Unbreakable. A force of nature. The world se...
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"So, you're alive," she said, looking away.
"Weird way to propose, but yes," I said, and she bit her lip. I hate it when she does this instead of showing that billion-dollar worth smile. To cover up, she rolled her eyes and coughed.
"No, I meant how are you feeling since you had a fever or whatever," she said, trying to act nonchalant while the worry was evident in her eyes.
"The thing about you is that you try to act cold and heartless while you're just a caring, silly girl at heart," I said, and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"No. You're wrong. Shut up, Lucas Miller," she retorted, not the legal name. I smiled harder at that.
"Well, thank you for caring, Storm, but I am better now thanks to you taking care of me last night and your weird rag-ice thing. It did wonders, but thank you so much," I said, smiling like a lunatic, and she looked uneasy like I had accused her of theft or something.
Oh, so she doesn't like it when someone says something nice or shows that she's not heartless. Got it. She needs tons of compliments.
"Shut up, or I'll tell everyone about what you did last night."
Okay, now this scared me. I laughed nervously.
"It can't be that bad," I said, and an old woman with a very warm smile placed a plate of pancakes with berries, and coffee in front of me. I thanked her and looked back at Ivy to continue the conversation.
"You told me that you saw a pony," she said with a smirk.
"how in the world did I see a freaking pony in a club?" I ask confused .
"It was a guy in a unicorn onesie , with bits of confetti stuck to him from the party popper that must've went off earlier." I covered my face out of embarrassment.
"Please tell me I didn't do something dumber," I said, taking a bite of the pancake.
"Don't worry, you didn't. But you spoke a lot of dumb, absolute things," she said, a permanent smirk attached to her face.
"Do I even want to know?" I asked nervously.
"You don't, but I will tell you. So you, Phoenix, and Felix were holding each other's hands, and Celeste was holding yours because she said that you kept on running to the guy you thought was a unicorn. Also, you pointed at him and yelled 'Unicorn!' in front of that person, and Celeste had to drag you from there." I winced at each and every word.
"Oh, and it gets worse. When you saw me outside the club, you ran to me and hugged me tightly, yelling at the top of your lungs, 'STORM, MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD!'"
I mean, she's not wrong. She somehow very quickly became a part of my life.
"And then Felix got totally offended by that and he said, and I quote, 'YOU NINCOMPOOP, I'M YOUR BEST FRIEND. I'M YOUR FAVORITE PERSON,'" she said, and I spilled all the coffee that was in my mouth.
