One In The Same

Chapter 1

Author's note:: Okay, I'm looking forward to writing the beginning of this story. There are a million ideas running through my head. But before we start, I just want to give a moment of silence in honor of Cory Monteith. With all his greatness and accomplishments, Cory will be missed more for his giving personality, charisma, caring for others, love and most of all his heart. Cory gave it all every day to each and every one of us and our lives will never be the same without him. He has touched hundreds of hearts on his journey through life, may his soul rest in peace.

 ~Bai <3

 Ivie's outfit  -  http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=89452684

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Ivie

I stepped past the man and our hands slyly touched, exchanging the goods. I slipped him the coke, he passed me the cash. Neither of us stopped walking, not a word escaped our lips. We passed by like nothing had happened.

Life would have gone on like normal, but the damn cop had to look over at the exact moment of the trade.

"Hey!" The man yelled. He was around his early forties but he looked to be in good shape for a man his age. I instantly turned my body around and began to run. And so the chase had begun, but that dumb old cat will never catch this mouse. That was my name on the streets, Mouse. I never got caught; always knew where to run, where to hide. "Stop!" I heard the cop yell from behind me, he sounded out of breath. Maybe he wasn't in such great shape. I laughed as I sprinted around the corner and into a random store. Without any hesitation, I moved back to the women's restroom. Just as I was closing the door, I saw the cops face outside the store through the window. He was bent over huffing and puffing; he stood, looked around, and shook his head in defeat. I laughed out loud as I locked the bathroom door.

I figured, I was in here, I had been outside in the grimiest parts of New York City all day, I may as well freshened up a little before going into the nicer part of the city. And it gave the cop a little time to get away from where I was. This bathroom wasn't the nicest but it had running water in the sink and paper towels so it would do. I turned on the water after grabbing a few paper towels and ran them under the water before ringing them out. I washed my arms, neck, face, wiping away all the dirt, grime, and make-up that covered my face. After re-applying my make-up I pulled my hair out of it's high ponytail and took my brush out of my bag. I pulled the brush through my long, dyed red hair, that went all the way down my back; untangling the natural waves that I have. I grabbed my black beanie out of my bag and placed it over my hair.

As I put all of my belongings back into my bag, I looked in the mirror. I'm what most people would call pretty, though my mind is as dark as the dangerous streets of New York City itself. I look to my neck; I see the chain on my Infinity necklace peeking out from my collar. I've never taken it off for anything, not once. I feel like if I do, something drastic will happen, I feel connected to it.

I look around the small bathroom, satisfied that I grabbed everything that belonged to me, before walking back into the main part of the store. Stepping over to the mini fridge that was on a stand, I grabbed a Monster Dub and headed over to the counter. I set the monster on the counter. "That will be $2.15. Is that it?" The guy at the counter asked.

"Nah. I'll have a pack of Marlboro's. Thanks."

"I'll need to see your I.D." I pulled out my card and a ten dollar bill. He looked at it before handing it back with my cigarettes and my change. "Have a nice day." He said as I walked over to the door.

"Yeah, you too." I called over my shoulder as I walked out of the store. I turned in the opposite direction of the way I had run from the cop, deciding to go to Starbucks.

Other than the dumb ass cop chasing me, today had been a pretty good day overall. I had sold everything I had other than the two bags of weed that Twix said she would buy. I had a little over $500. I stepped into Starbucks and walked over to a corner table, laying my bag in the seat and sitting down next to it. For a few moments, I scrolled through my phone. I had several texts from Twix asking when I was going to be getting to her apartment. I decided to ignore them for now and answer her later. I slipped my phone into my bag and stood, heading over to the counter.

I was waiting for only a moment before an exuberant girl, with black hair put into a bun on top of her head, walked over to serve me. "Hi, welcome to Starbucks! What would you like today?" Ugh, she was the over-excited-all-the-time type of girls.

"Uh, wow. A little perky today, aren't we?" She smiled again, though it wasn't as wide as before.

"Your coffee order, ma'am?" I looked around me, thinking she had rudely gone on to someone else. Her wide smile appears again as if to say, "I'm talking to you, idiot."

"Uhm, okay. Can I just have a mocha? Extra foam?" I asked with a slight snap, expressing my annoyance.

"You got it, love." I rolled my eyes at the un-needed addition, we weren't in England! She started to make  my coffee and I remembered the drugs that were still in my bag. My glance shoots to the table where I had set it. "If you want, ma'am, I can bring your order to your table." What was with all this "ma'am" bullshit? I nodded anyways and walked over to the table where my stuff was at, without a word to the girl.

I sit in the chair and watch the girl fill my order and place a lid on the cup. Something about her was oddly familiar, she looked like someone I knew, I just could not place it. As she makes her way over to my table a big, scruffy man bumps into her and the next thing I know, I'm drenched in hot coffee.

"What the... Shit." I muttered through clenched teeth as I hold back a scream from the burning hot coffee.

"Oh my, I am SO sorry. Let me just.. uh. Oh." She couldn't finish a sentence as she frantically stuttered. I pulled my shirt over my head and began to wipe all of the coffee off of my stomach. I could feel several pairs of eyes on me, but at this point, I honestly didn't care. I felt the girl lean in towards me. I looked up and watched her cheeks turn a bright shade of red.

"What? Have you never seen a tattoo before?" I ask, my voice growing louder as I finish my sentence. "I take the coffee is free?" I'm basically yelling at this point, but again, I don't care. Tears start to form in the girls eyes and I drop the yelling. I finished drying myself and pull my tank top out of my bag, while putting the drenched shirt on top of my stuff. I quickly pull it over my head.

"Please excuse me, miss. I really am sorry. I'll pay for this cup and another one."

"Forget it." I mumbled and grabbed my bag, shoving past the shocked girl. I smell a scent on her that is quite similar to my own. I shake it off and walk out of the store.