The Third Year

Chapter 23

Hey guys. Here is chapter 23 written in both Michael and Ivy's POV's. Thanks for reading and I hope to update again tomorrow, depending on homework. Please read, vote, comment, fan, etc. It's greatly appreciated. 

Chapter 23

Michael’s POV

I ended up staying over at the Turner’s until 11:00. My mom had called and wanted me home, so I reluctantly left Ivy to sleep as I headed downstairs to speak to Oakley and head home. When I made it to the base of the stairs, I could hear several voices coming from the kitchen. Crap, her parents are home. I debated whether to go back upstairs, sneak out somewhere, or go into the kitchen and meet her father, as I already met her mom briefly.

Deciding that going back upstairs would be the best bet, I quietly headed back upstairs and entered Ivy’s room, closing the door behind me quietly.

“Oakley?” I heard her ask in the dark room. She flicked her bedside table light on, illuminating her room.

“Hey, it’s me,” I said smiling at her confused face.

“What’s wrong? I thought you left,” she asked me, puzzled. She was sitting in the middle of her bed with the guitar across her lap. She was also still wearing my hoodie.

“Were you playing in the dark?” I asked, nodding towards the guitar. I could see her cheeks turn pink as she glanced down at the instrument, before stroking it, the strings singing out softly.

“Yes, but I asked you a question first,” she said teasingly looking up at me.

I scratched the back of my neck, glancing at her door before deciding to go sit on her bed like I was earlier. Setting my backpack on the floor, I sat down as she raised her eyebrows curiously. “Your parents are downstairs. I wasn’t sure what to do so I came back up here,” I said watching her face for her reaction.

I saw her eyes flash with worry before she masked it. “Oh, ok well that was probably smart. They probably will catch up with Oakley then head up here to tell me goodnight before heading to bed-“ she cut off when a knock sounded on her door, causing us to both look up startled.

“Ivy? Are you still up dear?” her mother asked, her voice muffled by the closed door.

“Um-yeah, mom, hang on. I-I’m changing,” she said putting the guitar down next to her and jumping out of bed quickly. I hopped up too, quickly picking up my backpack and looking around for an escape. Ivy grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her walk in closet.

“Hide in here. And be quiet!” she said, shoving me inside and slamming the door. I couldn’t see anything around me except for the crack between the two doors of the closet. Peering out I saw Ivy sprint back to her bed and pick up the guitar, placing it in her lap as if she had been playing when her mom had knocked.

“You can come in, mom,” she called out glancing at the closet doors. Don’t make it obvious, V. I held my breath as I heard her bedroom door open and her mom and dad walked in.

“Hey hon, just wanted to tell you goodnight. We’re both exhausted so we’re going to bed,” her mom said, sitting on the bed and kissing Ivy’s forehead. Ivy smiled lovingly at her mom, glancing at the closet again before looking back at her parents.

“Okay, goodnight mom. Night, daddy,” she said as he walked around and kissed her on the forehead as well.

“What are you playing?” her dad asked curiously. I could see Ivy blush as she looked away from her father in embarrassment.

“Oh, I was just playing around, not really a song or anything,” she said trailing off.

Her dad nodded, before pulling Mrs. Turner up and holding her hand. “Okay. Well we will see you in the morning,” he said as they headed out. She smiled and waved at them as I heard the bedroom door close.