Hey Pickles, what's cooking? Did you guys like the last chapter. I thought it was pretty boring actually, I hope this chapter is somewhat exciting. Can we just get into the topic of boys for a second in our lifes? I mean I know us females are pretty confusing, but damn their like a rubix cube. I mean calm the fudge down. Like make up your mind on what you want. But anyway enough of my useless rambling, enjoy....
Ivy's POV
I tiptoed down the hall way with my clammy hands gripping the knife tightly. Oh my lord.
To be honest I was kind of scared. Oh who am I kidding, I was almost peeing in my pants. Plus this head ache isn't really working out. You know?
I followed the hushed voices before making my entrance.
"You evil bears, why are you in my house?" I whispered- shout startling them. I could see 2 figures in the dark and walked closer to them with the knife. "Demons. You evil creatures who has summoned you to my house?"
"Woah. Calm down." One said before turning the lights on. I gasped as I saw who it was.
"Chase?" I asked in disbelief. I looked at him and he nodded. I thought he was sleeping. Plot twist.
"Ivy. Put the knife down please."
"Oh yeah sorry." I said sheepishly before putting it down next to the pot plant. I shifted my gaze to the girl besides him and gasped again.
"You! You're the girl that cut my hair, Rhi?" I asked her she brightly and greeted me.
"You know each other?" Chase asked motioning between us.
"Yes babe." She smiled before leaning into him and he smiled at her before pecking her lips.
"Babe? You have a girlfriend? And you didn't tell me?" I raised my brows confused as fudge.
"Yeah, I met her last year at University, she's majoring in Fashion. I didn't tell you because I was scared." He tells me and I do the Bruh gesture.
"Why? And does Mom and Dad know?"
"No they don't but well tell them soon. And because she's a," He pulled me closer, "Whitleburt." My eyes widened in horror as I stared back at Rhi. I eyed her like an old lady looking at a hot guy. Okay that was such a bad comparison.
Oh popsicle sticks.
This may sound silly but apparently the Whitleburt and Jones were suppose to be sworn enemies. They lived on the other side of Denver. Of course Dad took this fued way to serious. Chase and I couldn't really bother about it actually.
It all started in 1902 when my great great..... something grandfather got thrown at with a potato by a Whitleburt. And then everything went down hill. Our families liked to compete each other at everything. It had been a while since I heard about the Whitleburt's. Thought they moved.
"Dad's gonna kill you." I said as I walked away shaking my head. I kind of felt like those villains. The ones that just walk away as if their the queen. Slays.
"I know." That was the last thing I heard before running to bed.
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I sat in Art in front of a blank canvas. There was about 13 people in this including Carson, lately he hasn't been wagging as much as he used to. I still don't know how I didn't notice him last year. I mean of course I knew him, but I never really saw him in the flesh besides the handy photo's.
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Raspberries #DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
Teen Fiction"I never thought she would be a Raspberry lover," He says to himself as he strokes my cheek. I then frown, "What do you mean? What's wrong with Raspberries?" I say totally offended. I mean who on Jupiter doesn't like raspberries? "Nothing amare,"...
