Author's Note: Hello! Sorry it's been so long... I didn't think I was going to end up finishing this story, untill I realised that I actually had reviews. O_O So this time I will actually try to keep this thing going. Anyways, thank you for the reviews, and enjoy!
~Ivy~
'I'm nervous. I should just turn around, and go back to my room.' I said, standing in my house at the front door. I have my sneakers on, and I'm ready to leave. But I'm... Scared. I hate to admit it, but I'm scared. I honestly don't want to do this. But Josh... He asked me to come back. Not that I had any say in the matter, but somehow I feel like I shouldn't disappoint him. I raise my hand to the door handle, but hesitate. 'What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks that I'm weird? And what if I do something stupid? I don't want to upset anyone...' I could go on for hours on all of the things that I might do wrong. "No more of this. Mom and Dad want me to make friends, so I will be the best friend Josh has ever had!" I think I'm just trying to convince myself.
I'm sitting in the same swing that I was in before; waiting. I have no idea what time it is. Before I left it was quarter to four, fifteen minutes from when he wanted to see me again. It doesn't take me that long to walk here though... My doubt is starting to creep in again. Not that it ever left. I wait for what has to be at least another ten minutes. He should be here by now. Well, I have no idea where he lives, maybe it just takes him longer for him to walk here. I'm trying my best to give him the benefit of the doubt; but I'm running out of excuses...
It's been about twenty minutes that I've been waiting here. "Face it, he's not coming." I said aloud. My eyes are starting to well up. Why? Why am I so disappointed? I wasn't expecting him to come anyways. Was I? Maybe it was the way that I hoped he would be sitting on the swings, waiting for me, with the same bright-eyed face and wide smile. What is wrong with me? Why am I so attached to this boy? I... I don't understand!
I wipe my eyes and look down at my hands. Only a few tears. Well, at least I'm not bawling my eyes out...
"Boo!"
~Josh~
"This... is a really good cookie." I said, as I walked away from my house.
"Oh Josh, would you like another?" my Mom said.
'Well... actually... yes. I'll give it to that girl at the park. Wait a minute... That girl? Dang, what was her name again? If I'm going to see her again, I should remember her name!'
"Thanks Mom," I said as I grabbed the second cookie. 'What is her name?'
I tried my best to remember as I made my way down to the park.
"Sarah? No, that can't be it..." Come on, remember. "Alex?" No, no, no.
I'm almost at the park. I can see the water.
"What is it?!" Why can't I remember? I can see her on the swings. Oh no. I mean, that great that she's here... Is she crying? I'm going to sneek up on her. It's a good thing I'm light on my feet. Just a little closer... and...
"Boo!" I shouted right behind her. She jumped right out of her seat. Now I remember.
Ivy.
~Ivy~
"AAH!" 'What in the world...?' I quickly turned around.
"Josh!" I yelled, half relieved, and half furious. "What was that for?!"
'Wait, I need to keep my cool. This is exactly the stupid thing I was talking about.'
"You scared me." I said, lowering my voice.
"You looked sad, Ivy, so I thought I would cheer you up!" he said, very confidently.
"And how on Earth did you think that would cheer me up?" I exclaimed.
"Like this!" he answered cheerfully, and then held out a chocolate-chip cookie; wearing that huge grin on his face.
"Well, that works..." I said, beginning to laugh. He started laughing with me. I was beginning to feel better. My walls were slowly coming down.
Ivy was really nice. We hung out all day; I showed her how to skip rocks water, and she made bracelets out of long blades of grass while we talked for hours on end. We both made our separate ways when it started to get dark out. She looked happy, Hell, I'm sure we both felt happy. I wish it were like it used to be when we were young, not a care in the world. But then, we grew up.
Author's Note: I really hope you liked the chapter! I started to add who's point of view it was so it wouldn't get too confusing. You have no idea how much it bugs me to write Josh's point of view; because I want to make it seem like a little boy is talking. I don't normally talk like that -.- Anyways, I'll try to update more often. =)
