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 Fall Out Boy.

Fun Fact: So the alternative title for this song is "Light em' Up" and I chose that rather than what you see here (since the name is fairly long).

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An Ikarishipping Fanfiction

Re: Bluebells and Lavenders

Chapter Nineteen

"My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark"

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Previously...

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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The bell rang down at the dinning room. Paul rolled onto his back and opened his eyes slowly. He used the back of his hand to hover over his eyes to block whatever light that shone into his room. As he started to sit up on his bed, he heard two distinct voices from downstairs. He listened closely and recognized one of the mysterious voices belonged to his older brother. He still couldn't figure out the other one. He knew it wasn't his mother-

"Fck." He groaned and let his head fall back.

He got up from his sacred bed and changed into a loose t-shirt and a pair of old shorts. Paul shuffled his way over to the door and peered out. The voices were definitely downstairs. He sighed.

"This is going to be the worst week ever..."

Paul crept down the stairs with skills that mirrored a ninja. He was swift and quiet. Neither his brother and their guest heard anything out of the ordinary. He'd assumed they know he was at home. He was sure his brother would scold him for leaving their guest all alone and whatnot.

No one was in the family room. He heard the voices more clearly now and he was very sure that they were in the kitchen. He could smell the bittersweet aroma of coffee. He scrunched his nose.

'Reggie wouldn't make coffee this late in the evening...' He thought. He sneaked over to the wall and pushed his head a little bit. He thought it too risky to show his face, so he relied on his hearing to get the gist of everything that's going on.

"... I do want to apologize about Paul... He shouldn't have said that to the woman..."

"Meh... I kind of expected him to act like that... But acting like that to the old lady was a little surprising... What threw me off the most was the fact that she called me Salvia, ha ha."

Paul felt his heart pump and his nails dig into the palms of his hands.

"O-oh... Did she now...?"

"Yeah. It was weird... To think, I have some weird doppelganger out there."

He wanted to jump in there and shout his lungs out at the guest for disrespecting Salvia. He even wanted to scold his brother.

"She even said something about Salvia coming back or whatever... Did you know this Salvia?"

He heard Troublesome ask with that pompous tone of hers. Silence was heard after she had asked the question and Paul only assumed that his brother had shook his head. He had been right from Reggie's reply.

"Nope. Not at all... You can ask Paul though."

'Fck.' Paul cussed in his head.

"Paul knew this Salvia person?" He cringed when she laughed. He felt as though his ears would bleed if he had to listen to her giggling on repeat.

"I shouldn't say anymore than this... If you're curious, you can talk to him. I think he's still sleeping..."

'Crap.' Paul made a dash towards the stairs and skipped a few steps in order to reach his room without getting caught. His toes were the only ones that touched the floor as he shuffled his way back to his room. Paul turned the knob and closed the door, releasing his hold on handle. The young man spread his legs out as he took large strides back to his bed and scampered in. Paul faced the wall and closed his eyes. He felt his face was still warm from having to rush from near the kitchen-slash-dinning room and up to his room.

Paul heard the faint footsteps that fostered their way up. The quiet dainty shuffles became louder and louder when they suddenly stopped in front of his door. Paul could feel her presence just on the other side of his room door.

Knock. Knock.

"Paul...?"

He kept calm and breathed. He decided to just pretend to be asleep so everyone could just leave him alone.

"Paul... I know you're in there..."

He quickly changed his normal breathing rate to the one where one would hear if he was asleep.

Light taps ruffled against the door.

"Come on Paul... Open the door..."

Still, he wouldn't budge. He remained tucked under the warm blankets and wrapped himself up like a cocoon.

Just then, an eerie squeak emitted into the room. He winced slightly at the sound, obviously aware that someone (Troublesome) had decided to open the door extra slowly.

'She is one idiotic bitch...' His face – despite his eyes being closed – grimed. His brows furrowed even more and the lids of his eyes squeezed tighter and tighter. All he was thinking about was for her to not get near him.

He felt her looming over him as he continued to pretend-sleep. He wasn't exactly sure why he would go through all this trouble to do something as so, but he figured it would be better than losing his composure and snap Troublesome into two pieces. She is fairly skinny and to him, easy to break her bones.

She sighed. "Okay. Obviously you're pretending to sleep-"

Paul swallowed his spit and moistened his lips with his tongue darting in and out of his mouth.

"Or you're actually sleeping..." She finished. Silence in the room was both dreadful and comforting to the lilac-haired boy.

"Fine... I'll leave..." She said finally. He couldn't see – being that he faced the wall – but he was one hundred percent certain that the bluenette had walked out without closing the door.

He turned over just a smidge and opened up one eye. He was right. She had completely left the room. Paul started to get up from his bed when suddenly, a flash of blue jumped up in front of him. Paul screamed and clutched the fabric of his blankets on the side of his beating heart.

"What the fck!?" He shouted.

"Ha!" Dawn cried as she hoisted up her finger and had it directly in his face. "I knew you were faking it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

He growled under his breath and kicked the covers off. "Yeah? Woop-de-doo. You figured out I was pretending to sleep. What the fck are you going to do about that, huh?"

"You and I need to have a nice little chat." She declared. Dawn crossed her arms in front of her and Paul merely scoffed at her idea. He turned his head back to the wall with a frown.

"And what makes you think I want to fcking talk to you?" He asked curtly.

"Because. I'm not going to leave your side until we talk."

He rolled his eyes. "And what if I want to go piss or take a dump in the washroom? What about showers and baths huh? Aren't you a little young to be thinking of such perverted thoughts? But not only that, you have a boyfriend. You willing to cheat on him just so we could fcking talk?"

"E-ew! Okay, gross! I was not implying that I'm never going to leave you alone! Ugh! That's revolting! I don't want to see your... Parts!" Paul heard her scoot a couple steps back.

He smirked. "Oh, but I'm sure that thought had crossed your mind." He started to feel brave enough to face the bluenette. "Also, we're all old enough to say these words."

"W-what words?"

The menacing grin on Paul's face grew wider as she asked this. "You know. Penis, dick, cock. Those words."

Dawn quickly threw her hands to her ears and pressed them harshly against her head. "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!"

"Please. We're in grade twelve... You're bound to learn about things like so during sex ed next year."

"Ugh! You're disgusting!" She piped out. Her hands fell back to her sides and she stormed out of his room.

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A/N: Next chapter will be the last of Paul's five-chapter POV! I may switch to other people's POV too! But that's under consideration. For now, we're going to go back to Dawn after the next chapter.

-EPRika-