Do You Remember Me?

This is my first story on here so bare with me.

Ivy's POV

"Ivy! Theres someone here to see you!" My Aunt Jesse screamed. I sighed and turned off my laptop.

"Coming! Geez, don't freak out." I yelled back. My Aunt J (that what I called her) was always a nervous wreck, and when my parents died, she had to take me in. Which only made her worse.

I walked out of my bedroom and peeked over the balcony. It hung over the first floor, so I could see pretty much everything down below. My Aunt had her head stuck out the door, but I couldn't see who she was talking to. I stomped down the white carpeted stairs.

"Who is ti? I don't know anybody here yet. We just moved in!" I questioned. I walked over to Aunt J. I tried to peek around her, but she blocked me, smiling happily.

"Oh, hes an old friend. I'm sure you'll be glad to see him." My Aunt was a little weird about her style and stuff like that, but most of the time, she was pretty cool around me. I mean, I'm a gothic lolita, and I

m pretty sure that most of the stuff I wear is stuff that most parents don't even want their kids thinking about.

WAITAMINUTE! Did she just say HE? What guy would want to see me?

I pushed Aunt J aside and pulled the door open wider.

He was tall with spiky brown hair, really hot, but obviously a preppy player type. I hate guys like that.

He smiled up at me and took a step forward. "Ivy, I can't-"

I slammed the door in his face.

"IVY MCLAREN! Why did you do that?" Aunt J shrieked. Uh oh.

"Because, umm... I don't know who the hell he is?" I stammered. Aunt J glared at me. I sighed and turned back t the door. I grabbed the knob and swung it open

The guy, who had been about to knock on the door, fell forward clumsily. I landed on the floor, with him on top of me. I struggled, and he looked up at me.

"Sorry?" he mumbled. I saw him blush as he carefully stood up.

"Mhm. Do I know you? What the hell are you doing in my house?" i demanded. The guy looked shocked.

"You don't remember me?" he asked. The look on his face was sadness, hurt.

"Should I?"

"Yeah! We were childhood friends, remember? We used to do everything together." he looked really happy, as if he was remembering something.

I looked closely at him. He did seem a little familiar. His eyes...

"Nick?" I gasped