Hello, mates! Yes, I've read all the reviews, and I have to say you've got to be some of the greatest people on this site! It's not that I wasn't motivated, it's that I had so much work and exams to study for. Ivy has been in my head, screaming at me to get this done! Ok, so here's the beginning of the sequel. Hope y'all like it
Ivy's POV
Ivy Fairview was exhausted. She was sprawled out on a hotel bed, Converse shoes on, face buried in a pillow, arms hanging down.
The day had been so incredibly long. 6:00am photo shoot, 7:30 radio interview, 8:30 flight to Boston, 1:00 performance at some arena, and then non-stop press conferences. It was absolutely insane.
Then again, everything had changed in three months.
It felt like she hadn't seen Ben and Abigail in ages. The whole treasure thing had hit a wave of media interviews, press conferences and museum openings, that kind of thing. She had seen them all on the covers of magazines and newspapers. But had Ivy gone along? Not once. It wasn't that she didn't want to. It was because she had her own media wave to deal with.
Since her performance at the club, three record executives had called her and wanted to sign her. Eventually, Ivy settled with LAVA records, mostly because the executive there didn't call her, 'a budding little starlet' like the other two. This meant Ivy had to move away from Washington and all the way to California. The apartment she bought was kind of nice, nothing fancy. Much better than the one she had before, that's for sure. Her record came out last week and she was going on tour tomorrow. Opening for some band. Damn, she was so tired she couldn't even remember their name.
"Ivy," Janine, her manager, tried to shake her awake, "Ivy, you should go change. You need to get some sleep."
Ivy groaned, "Ok."
After a nice, long shower, Ivy came back and sat on the bed. She turned on the T.V. and helped herself to some Doritos. Casually, she was channel surfing, no big deal. Then, when she flipped to CNN, the images on the screen made her drop the remote in shock.
Ben Gates and Abigail Chase were talking to Diane Sawyer.
"Holy sxxx." Ivy whispered.
"What?" Janine asked.
"That's…that's Ben and Abby…" Ivy said slowly.
"Oh, yes, I heard about them," Janine said, sounding uninterested, "Found some treasure in a church."
Ivy didn't care that Janine had no thoughts on this. Instead, she resorted to listening to the interview. They talked about how they had to run from the police, steal the Declaration of Independence, even that thing with the $100 bill. Ivy listened intently, sighing at the memories of that indescribable adventure. Thankfully, they didn't mention her once. Ivy already had enough press people following her.
"You better get some sleep, honey," Janine said kindly, "Big day tomorrow."
Ivy jumped into bed and got comfortable. Sleep was definitely something she needed.
"Every day's a big day now." Ivy mumbled, just before she drifted off.
Riley's POV
Riley Poole drove his sports car to the local department store. It was a few days before his mother's birthday, and being the good son he was, Riley was off to buy her a gift. He knew she really liked Dean Martin, so he figured it would be a good idea to get her one of his CD's.
He parked his car and went inside. Finding the electronics, Riley was wondering exactly which section he would find Dean Martin in when something took him by surprise.
Right in the area marked, "Best Sellers", was Ivy Fairview's record. Riley swallowed hard.
Ivy hadn't changed much. On the cover her hair was still blue, yet her eyes weren't completely caked with black make-up. Her face had that same mischievous grin, the one she often wore around him when she wanted to annoy him. She was wearing a dark green t-shirt, black cargo pants, and Converse All-Stars…the same black pair that Riley owned. She was sitting on a black railing, and a wall was behind her. It was gray, and in scratchy black lettering, the title was written: Self-Proclaimed Rebel.
Though he knew he was supposed to move on and find his mother's gift, Riley found himself picking up the CD and turning it over to read it:
1. Story of My Life
2. Tear Me Apart
3. Lucky Girl
4. In Your Eyes
5. Nerdpants
6. I Don't Live Here Anymore
7. Take a Hint
8. Some Things Were Meant to Break
9. Run Away
10. If Everybody Heard This Song
11. He Hates Me Now
12. I Need Time
Riley's mouth hung open when he came across song #5. It was entitled "Nerdpants." That had been Ivy's nickname for him. She had written yet another song about him?
Quickly, Riley found the Dean Martin CD. Feeling somewhat stupid, he paid for his mother's birthday gift and the record of the girl who left him behind.
Riley opened the CD immediately and put it in the car's CD player. He went directly to Track 5. This is what he heard:
When we first met I punched him in the faceI said he was a geek and he called me names
Against his will we became friends
Annoying each other until the end
I spazzed a lot and he cramped my style
And I'll beat him up every once and a while
I swear there's no one else in the world
I think about him when I get the chance
'Cause to me he'll always be
My Nerdpants
Riley couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was true. They did meet when she punched him in the face, and they did call each other names. Ivy had written yet another song about him. Perhaps, there was hope…maybe…
Lost in his thoughts, Riley came back and realized he had missed half of the song. Now it was nearing the end:
We both got scared and let it slip away
I guess I'll say now I was afraid
But I feel stupid for losing him
I'm not the one he'll forgive
I swear there's no one else in the world
I think about him when I get the chance
'Cause to me he'll always be
My Nerdpants
All Riley could think at that moment was, "I had better not let Ben or Abigail hear this."
Tell me what you thought of this one. I know the song sucks, but I had a hard time thinking of one. I hope I got the message across in it. Maybe there still is hope for everyone's favorite couple. I promise the next one will be much better, and longer. Review please!
