Sweet Boy

Chapter One

I have been to exactly one funeral in my lifetime-no, not including the one for my will to live. But for Ivy Adair, a childhood friend gone too soon.

Ivy Adair was many things, happy was not one of them.

Coddled since birth, she was forced to have limited friends and be the cream of the crop. On top of that with porcelain like features, of ivory dough skin and bright baby blue eyes that pierced back at you, she was fabled for her beauty.

Many were envious, however due to her family background no one dared comment. On the other hand, I wasn't. I'd consider myself attractive to a certain extent, but I was nowhere as near perfect as she was. My parents riding on my back in comparison to the two of us didn't help either.

But it's fine, she's dead.

My favorite thing about Wickley Springs, was the fact that we were a small, close-knitted community. Full of life, diversity, and activity; we all had a good time with each other..or so I thought.

Too bad I had to endure living next to none other than Quill Sable. Sure he was good looking on the outside, and his fashion sense is..tasteful. But his attitude was nothing of the sort.

Despite being polar opposites, both personality and looks wise-he and Ivy were the top students of the increasingly decaying schools of ours. Sure, I admit, I had a kind of-crush on him for about a week in first grade-that is till I found out he liked Ivy.

The thing is-she wasnt allowed to date just anyone, I was barely the exception friends wise so she clung onto me. It reminded me of a kind of love triangle that you'd see in movies. Although they didn't usually die in the end.

This morning, I was meeting my counselor, to see if I qualified for college outside of our local one. Just because I like Wickley Springs doesn't mean my whole life is destined to be here. I mean, come on, there's not much to do in small towns after a while. The worst part is, everyone knows everything about you. Besides the Adairs, of course.

My long chestnut waves always appeared partially tangled, mostly because I never woke up early enough to properly manage them. The one time I did-I ended up accidentally cutting my hair incorrectly and I'm now permanently stuck with a wisp of hair at the top of my head that looks like a really long exclamation point.

Because we have no uniform I usually wear various pairs of the same outfit:high waisted jeans, a turtle neck, and a jacket, with high combat boots. I keep it light on the makeup, cause I'm not really into it-and also because I'm not really good at it, so I just admire the girls who do it instead. "Honey are you ready?" "Dad?-What is he doing here?" I asked, turning to my mother, shocked to see the divorcees in the same room.

"Sweetheart-your father, your father and I" she emphasized, swatting her hand between the two of them. "Decided to put aside our differences for today for your sake. After all, we both love you equally and you deserve not one-but both parents care and attention." "So?" I said, harshly biting into my toast, only for crumbs to fly aware, making me cringe. "So.."

My father started. "We know that you have your guidance meeting today, to determine if you can go to out of state college, and we thought it would be best to come together and discuss it as a family." "And we know how difficult it can be after all that's happened so I'll be making your favorite meal." My mom smiled, gutting my father in the stomach to do the same, plastering on an even wider one.

I abruptly stood up, grabbing my backpack. "Right.." I drawed out dryly. "Well, I'll see you guys tonight then." "Have a good one!" They replied simultaneously.

I do hope they know I could hear them arguing again as soon as I left. I've grown up with the same group of kids since elementary, excluding the few that moved in and out-which believe me was not many.