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why I love her- Violet's POV

Hey guys. A reader gave me an awesome idea. She said to explain the reasons why Charlie, Violet and Maya fell for Ivy. First of all, what's there not to love about Ivy, right? Hehe. But I think it would make a great chapter. So I dedicate this to Saudibaby! Thanks for reading and commenting you awesome people. I owe you guys this one. I thought of compiling all Charlie, May and Violet's POV. But that would take a long time. I'm at the airport and am really tired to write more. Enjoy~

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Violet's POV:

My name is Violet. I'm 17 years old. I work as a model but took the time off to finish my education. To tell you the truth, modelling has never been my career choice. I was forced into it. No, not by anyone. It was just the force of circumstances. You see, after my dad died in an accident, I had to survive somehow. He got hit by some drunken man, leaving my mother to be the sole breadwinner of the family. At 14, I could hardly find work except for babysitting. My mother? Let's just say she went into a shock state and left this world with nothing by a numb body. And then there's Ivy Omorfos.

She's my childhood friend. We've been best friends since forever. Her mum is like my mum. Her sisters are my sisters. We were practically family. But that didn't stop my feelings from growing. Ever since she painted my kindergaten uniform with her sister's paint brush, I fell in love with her.

It wasn't her way of demeaning me at that time. I cried in class because I didn't like being apart from my father. To add on to my drama queen moment, I said the uniform was hideous and I preferred something more colourful. Next thing I knew, I had a rainbow painted across my white and baby blue uniform. She even got some paint on my tie. The teacher asked her where she got the paint brushes because the school ones were locked away high in the cabinet. She said it belonged to Peyton, whom I found out later to be an artist.

At first I thought it was just a crush and it would go away. But my love and adoration for her deepened the day my father died. She was there all along. Her family was too. Her mom was always helping my mum meeting end's meet. She even paid for my school. I didn't want to owe them anything more. And I wanted her to know that I love her out of sincerity, not because I owe her. She never rejected my love because I never told her. But I knew she had a crush on me back then. I just didn't do anything because watching her blushes when Peyton made fun of her was more than enough for me. Secretly, I was in my own bliss.

The world turned upside down for me. But Ivy didn't let it stay long. She got stronger, for me. She became mature instantly. It was a pivotal point for both of us. She kept me on my feet. She made me go to school when I wanted to stay in bed and mourn for my father's death. Together with Jude, they helped to hook me up with many modelling agencies. Jude even called in her friends to help me catwalk and pose for camera. They said I was a natural. Of course, when Ivy heard that, she said 'I told you so'. Even when we were kids, she always believed in me. She helped me to realise that I can be a strong and independent person.

When I had to move a thousands of miles away from her, from our home, I had to steal a kis from her. I just had to. I never knew when I was going to be back with her again. And I wanted her to remember me with a blush on her cheek. I wanted her to never forget me. When the moment came to say goodbye, I kissed her. Being her best friend, I knew that it was her first kiss. So was mine.

Just when things seemed better, it got worse. My mum lost it again and was put into a more intensive therapy. I had no one by my side. So I called her. We always kept in touch. But that night was the best phone call I ever made.

"Violet, you have to work hard," she said through the phone though she sounded sleepy.

"Because I need to do it for my mum?" my voice was getting more frustrated by the burden put on my shoulders.

Everyone kept saying that to cheer me up. But really, when you're in a tough spot, is that really what you want to hear? Don't forget I was only 14 years old. I was really getting annoyed by that responsibility crap.

"I thought you promised we would graduate together?" she said with a hint of smile in her voice.

There. That's the Ivy I knew. She rarely responds negativity with another. Even back then. Her family didn't have an easy life like they have now. Ivy tried to help but she was so little and small no one would hire her. So she did her best academically and in chores. She didn't need to be told anything. The Omorfos family; eventhough they had so little, but still they generously took me in almost all of the time. That's another reason; her family. Ivy came from a very good family. Not necessarily rich in wealth but rich in humility, love and kindness. I know it's unusual but to me family is the foundation of your being. Your childhood and upbringing hugely affects your character. You won't believe the spoiled brats I've encountered before on runways. Half of the people in the industry; they work their butts off to earn just five seconds in the spotlight. There's also bloody competition to get the spot so you can expect a lot of backstabbings and betrayal. But everyone earned it. Unlike those rich kids who try to buy off the model with a bottle of an exquisite champagne or the Kim Kardashian's lifetsyle.

Ivy is this pure, innocent and the kindest kid I've ever known. Even though I've been to the big cities, no one has ever been as gentle, loving and kinder than her. The world needs more of Ivy Omorfos. Okay, maybe not more Ivy Omorfos because I'd like to think that's she one in a trillion. Maybe just her characteristics.

Imagine you have that kind of friend whom you always want to protect and cherish. Imagine her getting bullied, tormented and hurt. You turn to God and ask why are the horrid things happening to the best of people. And there's never an answer. So that's why I went beserk when Tara returned. That's why I lost it when Mandy tried to jump on her.

Ivy, isn't really the same old Ivy. Looking back, I guess those events did make her stronger, if that was even possible. And look at her now. We're at the memorial and I could see the strength that's flowing inside of her. So many unfortunate things have happened to her and there she remains, alive as ever. Still so loving. Still so amazing.

She's incredible. And if you were to ask me why I love her, I do not have the answer. But I can say the things that I love about her. Her loving grey eyes. Her shoulder length hair. Her halfway dimples. That sideway smiles she always throws at people. The kindness in the way she holds her gaze. The mysterious place her mind always wonders to. Amazing. That's why it's easy to fall for her, even when she doesn't love me back.

I love thee

Not for thee to love me

   

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