Summary: Remake of my original story "Bluebells and Lavenders". Drastic change ahead, beware!

"speaking"

'thoughts'

The main characters are in their senior years (grade 12).

A/N: Today's chapter title is by Demi Lovato.

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An Ikarishipping Fanfiction

Re: Bluebells and Lavenders

Chapter Eighteen

"Heart Attack"

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Previously...

He shrugged. "Fine. Whatever. Do what you will. But when we leave through those gates, you walk fifteen paces behind me. I don't want people thinking we're friends and shit." He replied, without even turning around.

Paul heard her sigh and agreed.

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He didn't know why he was accompanying the girl to her house to pick up whatever it was that she needed. He didn't know why he was even with her in the first place! He should be walking back home and reading a book – not spending his after school time with Troublesome.

"I hate this..." He whispered.

"I can hear you, ya know!" Dawn shouted.

He was glad they were in the quieter neighborhoods. That way, no one from school would see him with her. Then again, almost half of these people lived in the dorms, so he didn't have too much to worry about asides from stalkers who would usually follow him home – like Drill-head girl.

"I don't give a crap, Troublesome. I am allowed to voice my own opinions, right?" He snarled.

Paul heard a groan from behind him and brushed it off.

"Why... Is that you, Salvia?"

The purple-haired teen froze quickly at the mention of his ex.

"I-I'm sorry?"

Paul growled under his breath. He knew who the voice belonged to. He turned around and saw the old grandma nosing around in someone else business.

"Hey you old hag! Shouldn't you know that Salvia isn't going to come back at all?" He seethed.

The old woman cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes until they were dark slits on her face. "Pardon me!? Did you just call me 'an old hag'!?"

"P-Paul didn't mean it like that, ma'am!" Dawn tried to calm the woman down, but Paul knew it wouldn't help.

Without breaking the eye contact with the old woman, Paul spat on the ground and stalked off towards her. "You heard what I said, old hag."

"Paul!" Dawn shrilled, but Paul didn't even care.

"You know, young man," the woman spoke. "You've always been a rude boy."

Paul snorted and shrugged his shoulders. "You think I care?"

"Probably not... But I'll tell ya something, boy... The way I deal with horrible kids like you is with a good ol' spanking!" Suddenly, she hauled her grocery bag over her shoulders.

He gulped. 'Uh oh...'

"C'mere you rude brat!" She shouted and charged straight at Paul. He did one thing that he knew how to do: run. He dashed down the block, not even sure if Troublesome was following them or not. He needed to get home and fast.

Paul dashed down the block and made a sharp turn, even if it really wasn't where he was supposed to turn; but it was the only way to get rid of the old woman. Once he thought he put a grave distance between him and the crazy lady, he continued forward to go home. He couldn't risk running into the woman if he back tracked.

He checked the time on his mp3 player and sighed. It wasn't too late in the day. He knew he promised – albeit forced upon – to take Troublesome home to gather her things and then have her follow him home and all that, but he could very well care less. He didn't care if the old hag was lookin' out for her or something. He wanted nothing to do with Troublesome and because of their new living arrangements, she'll be under his roof for a week. It wasn't exactly something he could ever get used to. He hated her. It was simple as that. He hated the fact that she looked every bit like his ex; hated how she wasn't his ex at all. A very stupid reason, though he's stood his ground on this reasoning. He wasn't about to go back on his word and change what he felt about this new girl. He wasn't going to ever plan on becoming friends with her. Hell, he didn't want to be friends with her. It would open up way too many old wounds – even if she wasn't his ex – it would still happen, and he would love for that to not happen.

After having to walk three blocks back to his house, he saw his brother's car parked out in front. His brows scrunched together and a frown popped up on his face.

'What is he doing back here so early?' He thought. He adjusted the sash of his bag on his shoulder and continued to move forward. He inched his way closer with little step as he tried to be very discreet.

"Here's that rude boy's house, dear."

'Crap!' Paul quickly hid behind one of the bushes in one of his neighbor's front yard and peered from the gaps. The woman and Troublesome were still talking about whatever the hell girls talked about – though the woman was fairly old, so she doesn't exactly count as a girl.

"Thank you for showing me his place, ma'am."

"It's no problem, honey. You remember what I warned you about."

Troublesome nodded and the old hag was on her way back to her house filled with dirty, smelly, fat felines.

"Stupid Paul..." He heard Dawn say. "I wonder if that ass is back at home?"

Paul watched as she climbed the steps and knocked on the door. She tucked her hands behind her back and rocked to and fro from the heels of her feet. The door opened and his brother popped out.

"Hey, Dawn."

"Afternoon, Reggie!"

"Where's your stuff?" His brother poked his head out further and looked around. "And where's my brother?"

She sighed. "Your brother ditched me. So then a nice old lady was kind enough to show me where you and Paul live... I still need to get my stuff though..."

Paul couldn't help but snicker. It was mean, yes. But the memory was still glorious. He did manage to outrun the old woman and escaped without being beaten up with whatever she had with her.

"Oh man. I'm so sorry about my brother. Here, let me lock up and we'll go get your things. Sounds good?"

Troublesome nodded and she hopped down onto the grassy lawn. As Reggie came out in a brown pleather jacket, he stuck the key into the keyhole and locked the front door tight. He stuffed the house keys in his jacket's pocket and took out his car keys. His car's head and tail light flashed orange and Paul could hear a very faint 'click'.

"Hop in."

"Oh wow! This is a really neat car!"

"Ha ha, thank you, Dawn."

It wasn't long after did the car pull away from the curb and they were off to go pick up Troublesome's belongings at her house. Paul quickly came out of hiding and rushed to the front door. He opened the door with his eyes and jumped into his house, shutting the door behind him and locking it back up.

"What a fcked up day..." He whispered. He brushed his bangs back with a swoop of his hand and walked up to his room. He tossed his bag onto the ground and went straight to his bed. He had his hands underneath his pillow and his cobalt coloured eyes stared into nothing but the space in his room. His thoughts drifted from one thing after another. First, it was the start of a new day. Then it was followed by the things that happened today at school and now this. He was hoping Dawn moving in with them for a week was nothing but a dream. Though one could hope.

Paul rolled onto his side and was now faced-to-face with his wall. He closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.

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A/N: Sorry that it's a bit short. I thought it would be good to leave the chapter here.

Thanks for readin' you guys!

-EPRika-