Okay, here's the update! Its taking a looooooong time. I've been having writer's block.
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For REVIEWING :D And another thing, in this chapter, the characters are at the mall.
"I think he's somewhere by the entrance," Ivy said, frowning. Patch trailed behind Nora and Ivy, his dark eyes flitting amongst the passerby's, searching.
"He said he'd meet me by the entrance we came through," Ivy said.
"Are you sure Tristan told you that?" Nora asked. Ivy nodded. But her brow furrowed delicately, remembering.
"He said that he'd go get something to eat, and then wait by the entrance," Ivy said again. She pushed her purple bag over her shoulder and tossed her dark hair back.
"Maybe he's still in the food court," Nora suggested. Patch looked doubtful, and Ivy merely shrugged and nodded.
The smell of fried foods, and sticky sweet treats wafted through the air even before they heard laughter and saw the flashing lights of the food court. Streams of people trickled in and then out, arms laden with plastic cartons and paper shopping bags. No Tristan.
Ivy turned around, back toward the entrance. The building was emptier in this part, and the walk ways deserted. The sickly sweet smell of perfume leaked out of a nearby Abercrombie & Fitch store, accompanied with very familiar male laughter, and a higher pitched, female laughter. Ivy stilled, and turned around.
Tristan strolled down towards them, a blonde clutching his arm tightly, a sugar coated smile on her face. A blonde they've seen, regrettably, waaay too many times before. Marcie leaned up and kissed Tristan. He started to pull away, and then stopped, and his hands came up to skim her arms. Apparently, he hadn't seen Ivy.
"Is this what you do when I'm not around?" Ivy asked quietly. Tristan broke free of the kiss, his eyes wide.
"Ivy-" he started.
"Was it Michael? Miranda? Cynthia? All of them? Every girl you see?" Ivy asked. Her voice never rose, never shook, never wavered. Tristan shook his head, shaking his arm free from Marcie.
"It's not-"
"I know what I saw, Tristan," Ivy said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"He said there's nothing between you guys anymore," Marcie cut in helpfully, strolling over to slip a hand through Ivy's arm, like best friends.
"Anorexic pig," Nora muttered. Marcie pretended not to hear, smiling at Ivy. Ivy stepped away from Marcie, shooting a poisonous glare at Tristan.
"He's right. There's nothing going on between us anymore," Ivy said, her face was blank, Tristan's face unreadable. Outside, the clouds darkened. Ivy whirled around, walking for the door.
"Come on Nora, Patch," Ivy said. Patch tugged on Nora's arm and they followed Ivy out the door. The sky was a dark gray, heavy with rain.
"Trust me. You don't want to be the one Ivy's angry, disappointed, or… worse," Patch whispered.
"I heard that," Ivy said.
"Good ears," Patch whispered, so softly it was barely audible.
"I heard that too," Ivy said, her voice was light and teasing again. She punched Patch's shoulder playfully, and he ruffled her hair. Tristan seemed to have been forgotten.
"Where's the Jeep?" Nora asked. Ivy stood beside a shiny black BMW X5.
"Swapped it for a better car," Ivy said, grinning.
"My sister gets a BMW, and I'm stuck with a Jeep," Patch said.
"Hey, a Jeep's good too. If you don't want it, can I have it?" Nora asked. Patch laughed.
"Sorry, angel."
"Darn," Nora sighed, smiling ruefully.
"Getting in?" Ivy asked. Thunder boomed overhead. Patch swung open the door, and half lifted, half tossed Nora into the backseat, then clambered in after her.
"Hey!" Nora screamed. Ivy laughed. Tristan chose this moment to jog up alongside the car, his hand poised on the door.
Ivy started the engine.
"Wait," Tristan said, trying to open the door. Ivy locked the door.
"You can find your own way home. Hook up with Marcie for all I care," Ivy said. Tristan looked stricken.
"Ivy-" Patch and Nora fell silent. Outside, thunder boomed again, and it began to rain. Large, fat raindrops fell from the sky in glittering streaks to the ground. As Ivy turned away from the window – away from Tristan – two glittering tears tracked their way down her cheek.
How'd you like it? I might change the name of this fanfic from Echo to Angel Dust (something that occurs in the next chapter, or the chapter after). What do you think?