Hey! Obviously this is a fanfic about Garry and Ib. I hope you enjoy this!


I burst through the doors of the Academy, glad to finally breath some fresh air. The sun shone down on me in greeting, its rays warming me to my core. I pulled back some of my hair behind my ear smiling to myself. That was my last class of the day, and I was eager to get to the mail box. I raced to the parking lot, passing the breathtaking garden that consisted of Cherry blossom trees, lovely violet orchids, tiger lilys that roared in the wind passing by. The scent filled my nose, making me more refreshed, kicking more of a step in me. I rocketed across the recently cut lawn, earning an outraged shout from the groomer.

"Sorry!" I called back, still focused on running towards my car in the lot. I tossed myself over a railing of stairs, and a ramp for wheel chair people. I landed on the pavement , crouched but taking off in a sprint. I bumped into one of the academy professors. "Sorry, but I'm in a hurry!" I booked it towards my awaiting blue convertible, tossed my books in the passenger seat, plunking down in the drivers seat, jamming the keys into the ignition. The engine rumbled to life, stepping on the gas, and tearing out of the lot, heading down the dirt road.

Ah! Where are my manners!? I'm Ib! I'm eighteen years old, and attend the University of the Arts. I decided to become an artist after the incident I had at a mueseum I visited ten years ago. It wasnt a bucket of fun, ezpecially since when you go to a mueseum of Art you dont expect the art to try to kill you. Thankfully then I had a friend with me, we helped each other escape, Garry. For a few years after the incident, we hung out, went to cafes, got to actually know each other. He promised we'd see each other again, and we did. He tried to give me the hankercheif I let him use to cover his wound, but I insisted he keep it as a gift. He did keep it, and a couple times he tried to give it back to me, but failed horribly, especially since one time i thwacked him on the head with a paint pallete.

I cranked the radio excitedly, the wind whipping past me, causing my hair to fly all over the place. I sang along to the song blarring through the stereos even though I didnt know all the lyrics. Nobody could hear me, so it didnt matter.

The Academy-as they like to call it- was out in the country. The school believed that to gain true inspiration, you should learn outside, away from the city. I agreed with the idea, but it was kind of a pain to drive from the town to the country. The drive was beautiful though. Passing all the green, pink, orange, purple, yellow. It was like having your own rainbow on your way to school.

I beared right, the back end swinging out a little, but quickly recovered. I couldnt stop smiling, today I was expecting a letter in the mail. When I was turning sixteen Garry and I stopped hanging out, we got more caught up in our lives, and didnt have time to hang out. Garry had suggested we start sending each other letters. I loved the idea of sending him letters in long hand, and not just email. I didnt care for the virtual connection, I prefered talking face to face, or what Garry and I were doing.

I got so caught up in my thoughts that I almost missed the left turn up to my house. I stopped abruptly to grab the mail from my box. I tackle dit as if a bear searching for food. Sure enough there was a letter addressed to me, from Garry. I squealed as I jumped back into my car, pulling up to the house.

It was a huge house that had three levels, a basement, a first level, then a second level. The first level had my kitchen, living room, powder room, and an office that I used as storage. The basement held my finished art pieces, that I needed to hang up, there was two guest rooms down there and a bathroom. The top floor had four rooms. One of which I used for my sculpting room. Then in the garage Was my art studio. It was a very big house just for myself, sometimes my friend would come over and it would be just the two of us.

I barrelled up the porch stairs, tripping at the top, sending one of my high heels flying off. I didnt care though, I just pushed open the front door, stumbling into the kitchen. I jumped onto one of my breakfast bar stools, spinning on it, clutching the letter. I flipped it over reading the back before tearing into it.

To one lovely lady Ib

I smiled as I tore open the envelope. My eyes searched the whole page, eating up every word written.

To fair lady Ib,
I 'am finally replying to your letter from last week. I hope you didn't die from waiting. How are you? I saw one of your pieces of art in a gallery, I wouldve bought it myself, but I didnt have that kind of money, and it was bought. Things on the north part of Japan are busy with fishing, manufacturing, and...well boring besides that. It has been quite some time since we last saw each other face to face. I have been thinking long and hard about this, and I have finally made the decision. I'm coming down there to see you. I almost couldnt recall the last time I saw you, but it was just a glimpse of you at your graduation last year. So I have decided to come and see you. Shall be expecting me, wednesday! Hopefully this letter doesnt take too long to get to you!
Looking forward to see you,
Garry

I dropped the letter, watching it slowly fall to the floor. Today was Tuesday. My eye twitched slightly...

"OH MY GOD!" I collapsed on the floor rereading the letter to see if I mistinterpreted it. I didnt. I scrambled off the floor, letter clutched in my hand. I started pacing the kitchen. I hoped to see him sometime soon, but I wasnt expecting this. I shook my head. Ib, chill. He'll be here tomorrow...HIGH TAIL IT TO TOWN!

I did exactly as my mind told me. I needed to stock up on groceries, make up a room, vaccum, do the dishes, dust... THERE WAS SO MANY THINGS TO DO AND SO LITTLE TIME! Wow. Way to use a cliche saying.