"you know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. But i can't have you, we're bound to break, and my hands are tied."
In which Iris Michaels finds her home within a circus of outcasts and finds herself in a forbidden love.
Phillip Carlyle x oc
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"Iris Michael's, Mr. Barnum said he left a ticket for me." Iris said walking up to the ticket podium. Her hair was curled and flopped overtop a long white dress with lace over the entire thing. The man then hands her two tickets to the theatre, making Iris very confused. Did he hear her correctly? "Oh i'm sorry I believe there's only supposed to be one."
"No, there's supposed to be two." Phillip said walking up behind Iris, sending chills down her spine at the sight of him. This was the first time she had seen him since the performance. "I wasn't sure you'd come if I asked."
Which was true. She wouldn't of. She was still so angry at him, that she wanted to run away and hide from him forever. Instead she took a shaky breath in and gave him the benefit of the doubt and wrapped her arm around his that had been stretched out waiting for her to take it.
"I've never been to the theatre." Iris stayed after a short moment of silence between the two.
"There's a first time for everything. I'm just happy i'm here with you for it." Phillip said looking down at the shorter girl giving her a wink.
A slight smile appeared on Iris' face as she looked downward to try and hide it from Phillip. The pair started up the stairs toward the theatre when a familiar pair of faces came into Iris' view.
"Phillip! Is that you? "The older gentleman said as they got closer. Her face quickly turned from joyful to disgust as she noticed the black girl arm in arm with Phillip. Iris' smile dropped in fear.
"Mother? Father." Phillip replied, finally releasing his gaze on the beautiful girl next to him, to realize they were face to face with his parents. "This is Iris Michaels."
"Yes. I remember." His father stared dead set on Iris, anger and disgust in his eyes, dripping with disappointment in his son. He then moved his eyes to Phillip becoming more serious, if that was even possible. "Phillip, have you no shame? Associating yourself with that Barnum business is one thing, but parading around with the Help?"
A cold sweat overtook Iris' body. She wasn't sure if she felt like she was going to puke or faint... maybe even both. She wanted so badly to walk up to Mr. Carlyle and punch him straight between the eyes. But instead, she couldn't help herself from crying. Iris turned and ran down the flight of stairs they had journeyed up. Tears began streaming down Iris' face and the anger was building up inside her bones.
"Iris! ... Iris!" Phillip yelled after her. He began to step downward after her but needed to do one last thing before going after her.
"How dare you speak to her like that!" Phillip said getting up in his fathers face.
Phillip began to walk away after Iris when his mother grabbed his arm, holding him back. "You've forgotten your place, Phillip."
