Hi there! Welcome back! i decided to continue this. I know not many people write or even read about Ib (much to my dismay) but I want to write about what I like so I did!
Yes, this will be a story...sort of. It's like a cross between one-shots and chapters. Ill have random time skips and random scenes.
Thats how I roll -hums 'they see me rolling, they hatin'-
If I'm crying in the wind, if I'm crying in the night
Will there ever be a way? Will my heart return to white?
Can you tell me who you are? Can you tell me where I am?
I've forgotten how too see; I've forgotten if I can
If I opened up my eyes there'd be no more going back
'Cause I'd throw it all away and it all would fade to black.
Bad Apple by Touhou, English Lyrics by ?
Hope you enjoy it and leave me a review or two please, my kittens!
Ib grunted, pushing a chair over to the phone that rested to far above her head on the wall.
It had been two days since she had gotten Garry out of the painting. She decided to wait a while before she called him. It was late in evening, the sun half way setting outside, making all the world turn a lovely orange.
She climbed onto the chair, her mother passing by her into the kitchen. Ib picked up the phone, digging into her pocket.
She pulled out the lemon candy wrapper, resting it flat against her hand.
"Ib, baby. What are you doing?" Her mother asked, staring curiously at her small daughter standing on the chair.
"I'm calling a friend. " Ib answered, studying the small, lady-like writing. She smiled and began dialing the number, pressing the phone against her ear.
"Oh, is it a friend from school?" Her mother asked lightly, giggling lightly.
"Nope!" Ib chimed innocently, pressing the phone harder against her ear as it began to rang. She missed her mother's shocked and confused look.
Ib listened to the rings. One, two, three-Click!
"Hello?" A male voice said charmingly. Ib smiled, her excitement churning her stomach up.
"G-Garry?" She asked lightly, unsure if this was really her dear friend.
"Speaking. Who's this?"
"It's me! Ib!" Ib chimed out, pouting a bit.
"Ah! Ib! Sorry, I didn't recognize your voice over the phone. How are you?" Garry said, a good tone in his voice as he spoke.
"I'm fine! I got a an A on my spelling test yesterday!" She giggled out suddenly, feeling her pride swell about it.
"Great job, Ib! You're so smart!" Garry praised, chuckling into the phone.
"Ib, dear, who are you talking to?" Her mother asked, gently poking her daughter's shoulder.
"Garry!" Ib answered with a bright smile on her face. "Garry, we should go to macaroon cafe tomorrow!" She turned back to receiver, smiling.
"Ooh~! That sounds delightful! We should and shall go to that little cafe! Where shall we meet and what time?" Ib pouted, thinking a time and place.
"Hm..." She hummed, her eyebrows scrunching together in thought. "How about around 3 at the duck pond?" That should be enough time for her to finish her homework and get ready.
"Sounds like a plan, Ib. " Garry laughed lightly. "Duck pond...three o'clock. " he repeated slowly, committing it to memory or so it appeared to Ib.
"Say, Garry, what do you do?" Ib asked, sitting down on the chair, her legs straining from standing for so long. The long phone cord drooped lower as she sat down.
"Hm...hehe. I'll show you when we meet up! We'll have a grand ol'time! " Garry said, chuckling lightly. "But I'm a college student in the university downtown. "
"Which one, the brown brick or the red brick?" Ib asked lightly.
"Red brick. It is a very civilized university. Very nice. " Garry said, his voice lowering a bit.
"Ib, who are you talking to?" Her father said, coming into the kitchen. Ib glanced around, noticing her mother was missing. She must have left when Ib wasn't looking.
"Garry!" She chimed, putting her hand over the talk end of the receiver.
"And who is this 'Garry'?"
"My friend!" Ib answered. She turned back to the phone. "Before we go to the cafe, why don't we feed the ducks while we're there?"
"Now there's another lovely idea! I have heard the cherry blossoms are in bloom. We can go after we go to the cafe. " Garry agreed.
"I'll bring the bread!"
"I'll bring some lemon candies!"
Ib laughed as Garry laughed with her. Her father was behind her, trying to pick up Garry's voice but she paid no mind to it.
"Ib, dear, Mommy's calling for you. " her father said, tapping her shoulder with a finger. Ib pulled her head from the phone, listening.
"Ib! Ib!" It was indeed her mother calling her. She paused, a pout growing on her face.
"Garry, my mom's calling me. I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow. " Ib Sid, sighing lightly.
"That's fine. Three o'clock?"
"Three o'clock on the dot!" She laughed lightly. Garry laughed with her. " See you later, Garry. "
"See ya, Ib. "
She hesitated before putting the phone on the receiver, ending the lovely call. She hopped form the chair, heaving the chair back in the dining room before running up the stairs to find her mother.
...
Ib sat on the soft cushion couch, her small hands in her lap and together, her back straight and proper against the back of couch. Her brown hair was in a tight braid on the left side of her head and she wore a crispy white nightgown.
"What did you want to talk about?" She asked, her parents sitting across from her on the opposite couch, sipping tea.
"Ib, sweetheart. " Her mother began. "Who was the person you were talking on the phone with?"
"Garry~!" Her daughter chimed happily, obviously thinking highly of him.
"And where did you meet this...'Garry'?" Her mother continued.
"At the Art Gallery!" She chimed again, her red eyes shimmering more than they usually would.
"How old is...Garry?" Her father suddenly bit out, his fists clenched tightly on his knees.
"I don't know...I hadn't asked him. " Ib said trying to think of Garry's age but nothing came to mind.
"What school does Garry go to?" Her mother did, putting her hand on her husband's shoulder.
"Um...the university downtown. The red brick one. He said its very nice and...and civilized!" Ib said, quoting her friend's words.
"Ib, is Garry-" "Is it okay if I go out tomorrow around three?i don't know how long I'll be gone but ill be back before dinner! I'll do my homework before I go, I promise!" Ib cut off her mother off quickly, begging her request.
"Please, please! " Ib begged, a pout and a whine coming to her features and tone.
"Ib...where will you be going?" Her Mother asked, her father seemingly holding something back.
"Oh, I'm meeting Garry at the Duck Pond and then we're going to the cafe for macaroons! Then we'll be going to see if the cherry blossoms had bloomed!" Ib said, naming off the places where she would be going.
"W-with...Garry? Someone you met only two days ago?" Her mother asked, looking slightly startled.
"I think we've known each other longer than that..." Ib hummed, thinking. "I guess it was two days ago. "
"Ib...is Garry an adult?" Ib paused, thinking hard.
"Maybe. " she said mysteriously with a sudden smile. "He's a funny person. He talks lady-like a lot and gets scared easily! He's so funny!" Ib chattered, giggling.
"Ib, go to bed. Now. " her father suddenly demanded. Ib was startled for a moment by the tone of her father's voice but nodded.
"Good night!" She said, rising to her feet and heading to the stairway.
"Night sweetheart. Sleep well. " her mother called after her. Ib climbed the stairs, heading to her room. She opened the door, glancing around her normal room.
She shut the door behind her, going to her desk and turning on the lamp. She picked up at a purple colored pencil and began drawing furiously.
Ib bit her lip, her colored pencil scratching furiously over the paper before she dropped it, smiling at the quick picture she made. She laid the pencil on her desk and rose from her desk
She turned off the lamp and going to her soft feathered bed, sliding under the purple and red covers. She reached above the dark brown wood of her headboard and flipped the switch, turning the light off and sighed as she was succumbed to the darkness, save for her tulip nightlight at the foot of her bed.
She rolled over, her body, facing the cream colored wall. She was so excited! She couldn't stop thinking about macaroons, ducks, cherry blossoms, and spending time with Garry!
She shifted in her bed and squeezed her eyes shut, letting out another deep sigh. She had to fall asleep.
She had to fall asleep.
She had to fall asleep.
She had to fall asleep.
She had to go to the bathroom.
Fun time with the Author!
Hi again! How many times have you had to force yourself go to bed because of something important the next day but just as you were dozing off, you remembered something or had to pee?
A lot? I thought so. Happens to me a lot.
Alright, you can see Ib's parents are worried and fretting over her daughter. Who wouldn't, am I right?
Anyway, leave a review or two and make my day!
Love you guys.
See ya later, Alligators!
