My Pen

By: GingerRoseProductions

Chapter Two: Tea and Cake or Death!

A/N: We made it! We finally pumped out chapter two! Go us! We are quite sorry about the delay. Our other story stole a lot of our attention, and then we got into a tight spot, but in the end we sung ourself out of it.

Oh, and if you happen to know where the title of this chapter comes from, go read our other fic,Blue You, we promise you'll enjoy it!

Ivy sat at a small round table in a quiet cafe, sipping from her French vanilla cappuccino and looking around. It was barely six twenty five, and Dennis had not left his apartment yet. He ran around in his blue plaid boxers, sniffing the arm pits of all his shirts, attempting to distinguish the clean from the dirty. Finally he found one that didn't smell too bad, threw it on, then retrieved a pair of relatively clean jeans.

"Son of a fucking bitch," he cursed, looking at his watch as he grabbed his keys and stormed out the door. He didn't live too far from the cafe, only a couple of blocks. He could probably get there before she left, if he ran.

The bell above the entrance chimed merrily as a haggard and panting young man flung the door open. He stood, looking around the place, over the tops of the customers heads, making use of his considerable height. He spotted the pale young woman with whom he had become aquantied with earlier in the day, and made his way to the table where she sat alone.

"Hi," he said nervously. But his nerves seemed to calm the moment she smiled up at him.

"Hello. I was beginning to think that you weren't gonna show," she teased as he dropped down into the seat across from her.

"Sorry, the boss was being a prick this afternoon. Wouldn't even let me run home and grab a pair of spare glasses."

"What a jerk," Ivy sipped on her drink, noticing his new pair of frames, thicker, more manly. "So, other than that, how was the rest of your day?"

"It was pretty good. I met this amazing girl, who fixed me up and invited me out. First time I've been out in a looong time." He grined at her, noticing a slight blush that crept onto her cheeks as she smiled back at him. "And how was your day?"

"Amazingly similar to yours actually. Funny that. Oh, did you want anything to drink?"

"No," Dennis grinned at her, "no, you should see me with caffinee in my system. I don't sleep for days." Ivy smiled at the already jumpy, nervous man before her.

"So, you and your dad just moved here not too long ago, right?"

"Yeah, we moved here from Maine. Quite a bit of change. Papa built and repaired ships on the coast, he worked mostly with local fishermen and sometimes biologists who came up to study."

"And what about you?"

"Our city wasn't huge, but it wasn't tiny either. I attended a small community college there for two semesters before we moved here, then I transferred to Philly State."

"So that makes you. . ." he paused in thought, attempting to determine her age by what little info she had given him. "Twenty-one?"

"No, no, no. A semester there is only four months, so about half a school year. Some places it is an entire school year, but at Philly State it's four months."

"Ah, so your still a young'in," Dennis teased.

"I'm nineteen. I might be a young'in yet, but I knew enough to fix you up, eh?" she smiled, reaching out for his bandaged hand. He controlled his impulse to jump, to snatch his hand away from her, and instead steadied himself to her soft warm touch. He almost closed his eyes in bliss as her hand held his and she inspected her work.

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty four."

"Ahh, old timer huh?" He smiled broadly, as she retracted her hand from his.

"Yeah yeah." He sighed, putting on a sad face, pouting at the beautiful young woman across from him.

"Aw," Ivy cooed a she reached across the table to stroke his pouty face. As their eyes locked, Dennis covered her tiny hand with his larger one, gently caressing her fingers.

"Aw indeed. You know, I've never met anyone quite like you before. . ." Dennis mustered up the courage and grasped her hand, turned his head, and pressed his lips against her palm. Ivy's face flushed prettily, and she tucked a stray lock of his hair behind his ear before pulling her hand away.

"Thats quite the compliment." She finished her drink, setting the empty cup on the table, then looked him square in the face. "Do you wanna go for a walk?"

"A walk?"

"Yes, the sun sets in," Ivy checked her watch, "about 30 minutes, I know the perfect spot to go and watch it."

"Well then, Miss Radcliffe, lead the way." Ivy plucked a $5 bill from her pocket and left it on the table as she gathered her purse and they left the cafe together.

The attractive female couple sat on an ornate iron bench on the river front, holding hands and speaking softly to themselves. Their long red and black hair mingling between them, as they leaned in and gently kissed each other softly on the lips.

Dennis and Ivy walked past them, looking awkwardly in the romancing couples direction, and settling on a bench down the way.

"It really is beautiful here," Ivy said, watching as the barges went by.

"Yeah, here it is. Down the way a bit, it gets quite a bit dingier."

"Everywhere has dingy places."

"You should see my apartment. . ." Dennis joked. Ivy laughed, sliding her hand into his, as they sat and enjoyed the sun setting over the now still water.

Dennis looked down at their interlocked hands, such a foreign sight for him, his own flesh, pressed warmly against another's. It was nice. Oh fuck, it was nice. But how long would that last? Once she found out . . . no, it wouldn't last. She'd never stay.

He looked back to her, the warm glow of the scarlet sun dancing in her hair, and over her freckled face, and she smiled at him.

A fit of giggles burst forth from the couple a few benches over.

"Sounds like someone is having a good time over there," Ivy smiled. Dennis tilted his head and looked at her.

"Are you having a good time? With me?" He looked at her, the most innocent expression on his face.

"No," Ivy answered. Dennis' face fell. "No, I'm having a great time, with you." Ivy cupped his face, and lowered her mouth to his. Dennis tensed up, bringing his hands to her arms, but quickly relaxing once her hands slid from his face into his hair. He let his lips meld with hers, running his hands up her arms, and gently stroking her delicate neck.

But they soon broke apart in shock, as one of the lovers burst into song from a few benches down.

"I see a river. . . flowing for freedom . . ."

Dennis and Ivy looked at each other, before both getting up and walking away hurriedly, both trying their hardest not to laugh.