Unexpected (Avi Kaplan)

Haunted

Ivy's POV

"Covering my ears like a kid

When your words mean nothing I go la la la

I'm turning off the volume when you speak

If my heart can't stop it, I find a way to bl-"

I managed to turn the alarm off on my phone without breaking it, much to my surprise. Slowly sitting up, I rubbed the back of the neck and let out a small sigh. There were a few moments of pure bliss, the few moments after you just wake up that you forget everything and it's just you and your bed. Then, everything hit. All the conversations I had yesterday rushed back into my mind, making my emotions go into a tailspin. The one I had with Avi just before went to bed brought a smile to my face, but then the one I had with Kirstie snuck its way into the background. Hurt. How was he hurt?

I finally got up, knowing I had no choice if I wanted to get to the studio on time. "Why didn't I just get a shower last night?" I complained as I grabbed a couple towels and headed into my bathroom. After showering and brushing my teeth, I adjusted the towel around my body and walked to my closet to figure out what to wear. I bummed it out all weekend and the last half of the week before so I decided it wouldn't kill me to try today.

Pulling out a gray tank top, I found a pair of skinny jeans I hardly ever wore and quickly got dressed. I found a purple and gray flannel and laid it out on my bed before walking over to my vanity and sitting down. I looked at the time, then back at the mirror. I didn't have a lot of time, but I had to look halfway decent. Hair can wait. I started on my makeup, choosing to do a gold smokey eyes and a nude lip. Based off previous encounters, apparently gold brought out my eye color.

When I finally finished my makeup, I looked to the time once more, groaning as I saw I didn't have enough time to do anything with my hair. I blow dried it quickly and yanked my brush through it quickly. My hair wasn't anything fancy. It wasn't quite wavy, but it wasn't straight either. I normally hated, but for some reason, it wanted to cooperate with me today. Shrugging on the flannel and buttoning it up, I took five minutes trying to decide whether or not to leave the first few buttons undone. It won't hurt anything. I slipped on a pair of gray knee high boots that had a slight heel on them and grabbed my phone and keys, hurrying out the door.

I made my daily run through Starbucks and got my usual hot cocoa, then I was off to the studio. I walked in five minutes before I was supposed to and took a seat in the office chair I had claimed for my own. I caught a glare from Mitch and furrowed my brows. "Is everything okay?" I asked curiously, a bit nervous about why he was mad at me.

"How dare you," he said, the anger apparent in his voice.

"What did I-"

"How dare you go to the Queen's second home and not get her anything?"

I eased up and let out a small sigh of relief. "Sorry Mitchie. I only had enough money for mine," I explained, feeling kind of bad about not getting him anything. "Is there any way you can forgive me? What if I get you two when I get the money."

The moment the words left my mouth, he perked up and leaned back in the couch. "I think I can deal with that," he said, causing everyone else to laugh. Suddenly Kirstie spoke up.

"Where do you shop?"

I shrugged. "Just wherever. I'm not really particular."

"Teach me your ways. Pleeeeeease," she said, stretching out the word.

"Sometime."

I finished speaking and moments later, a man walked in. I was a bit confused, but I just kept a smile on my face. "I'm Ivy. The intern."