Toxic Ivy

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He doesn't think that he ever felt his heart beat this fast before. Aiden clutched his phone in his hand, his fingers tightening around the small iPhone with terror. He definitely nervous. Who wouldn't be? He's finally going to text the girl that he's liked for so long.

The message already had a recipient and in his phone, it was the name Ivy Young that was going to receive that damned text message that he's sweating about. Although the indie band that played on the speakers in his room tried to calm him, let's be real here. He won't be calming down any time soon until she responds to the text that he hadn't even sent her yet.

His hand shakes all over the keyboard and types in, "hi :^)" He breathes a sigh of relief. Wait. Does that message sound too desperate? Would Ivy think that he's clingy? Should he ask his sister for help?

The first two questions didn't have definite answers but for the last question he asked himself, he immediately shot it down with a big NO. There was no way in hell he's gonna ask Jade for help on how to text a girl and plus, she gets really annoying when she finds out about the girls he likes. Constantly pestering him about asking them out or if they would buy her the Lego Millenium Falcon for Christmas to get on her good side. It happened with Maya, Allison and Isla.

Isla was his last girlfriend and he thinks that he hasn't loved anyone as much as he did with her. Maybe Ivy could rival her with his feelings right now, but he's never been so torn up about a break up until Isla broke up with him. He didn't think he would be able to get over her until Ivy and that stupid jar of jam came along. He thought she was a superhero for helping him get over Isla.

He thinks that Ivy could have save him, but how could she? She was the ocean and he was a little boy that didn't know how to swim. The most she could do was drown him but she could also send him back to shore, away from her, push him back by her large waves to help him get back on his feet again, but in the process, he would cut his feet in the broken corals beneath her surface and lose a bit of breath from the water that had been pushed inside his mouth.

He realizes that he had nothing to lose if he texted her, so he did. His right thumb quickly pressed on the SEND button and he almost immediately wants to take it back when it showed that it sent.

"Please come back." He said in a throaty voice to his phone but he knew that it wouldn't come back to him. So he waited and waited until a few hours later, he received a text from her.

"hi" She replied, and he saw three small dots, indicating that she was still typing.

"wyd" Came swiftly after her greeting and he couldn't be happier that she was keeping this conversation going, but how could he reply to her so calmly when his insides were bursting with happiness?

He texts back a reply and pretty soon, they were texting non stop. He doesn't think that this day could get any better but it does, because after that day, they sent each other messages everyday. He would constantly check his phone and the date would catch his eye sometimes.

It hits him that he's been texting her for about a month now. It also hits him that he might be in love with her. But he guesses that she doesn't feel the same way, because the next minute, he receives a text from her.

"yo blake just told me he likes me and i think i kinda like him back??" He rereads the text over and over again and his heart breaks the same way. Over and over again.

He couldn't feel his fingers and he's gone numb all over. He thought that maybe, if he texted her enough, she would end up feeling the same way as he does. He was wrong. He was so wrong, so he replies to her saying that it was cool and asked when he told her that he liked her.