Coz he was sunshine, she was midnight rain
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Ivy Kennedy
She's a legend before twenty-Hollywood's golden girl, the youngest self-made billionaire, and a model who owns every runway she walks. Ruthless. Unbreakable. A force of nature. The world se...
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"Perfect, all the pictures are fab, and now let's take a break so you can get changed into the 6th outfit. That's the last one for the day." I nod at the photographer, having no energy. It's been one hell of a week. I've barely been home. I leave early in the mornings and usually reach back around 3 or 4 in the mornings.
It's like I've forgotten how to eat, sleep, or breathe. It's just exhausting at this point. Luckily, today's shoot will end quite early, and I'll finally be able to go skate today. I haven't had the time to do so in more than a month now.
"Where's Grace?"
"Um, she's in the vanity. Want me to call her?"
"No, I'm going there anyway."
I enter the vanity and notice Grace on a call with someone. "No, babe, I can't. I know we haven't hung out much, but the workload is just too much right now. Can we please shift the date night to some other day?" So she's talking to Phoenix. I carefully snatch the phone from her hand. "Ivy, what are you doing?"
"Phoenix, ignore her. Just tell me when she has to be there, and she'll be there."
"No, Ivy, we have deadlines to complete."
"Good lord, thank you, Ivy. I've been missing her for so long. The date was supposed to be at 7." Phoenix says .
"She'll be there." I cut the call and hand her back her phone.
"What did you do, Ivy? I cannot leave. There are way too many emails unattended, and the shoots go on till 8 at night."
"As far as I remember, I have to work on shoots, not you. So you don't have to grind so hard. Besides, the shoot here will be over early today. I won't be as late, and emails won't die if left unattended. Phoenix might, with the way he sounds so desperate to meet you."
She exhales sharply and squeezes her head. "But you'll be here till 8. I can't leave you alone."
"I don't remember needing a babysitter. So go and have fun with Phoenix. It's already 5, so go home and get ready." She looks so hesitant and tired. This week really did pull all the strings on us.
"You sure?"
"Yes, you've been eating my head, Grace. Eat his now. Go." She smiles brightly.
"Thank you, Ivy," she says, giving me a side hug. "Eww, don't touch." "Oh, sorry, I forgot only Lucas can do that," she says, picking up her bag and smirking. I mock her smile.
"Get out of here ."
Weirdly, I'm excited to see Luca today. I haven't seen him since the day after the trip. He texted after I didn't go to the treehouse, but the workload was just too much, so I told him my schedule and we decided to meet today.
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I finally reach home and fall straight onto the bed. After 15 minutes, I force myself to take a bath and change into grey lounge pants and a top. By 8:45, I leave for the rink. However, he wasn't there when I reached. Weird. He's always here. He might just be late. I shrug off the thought of him, take out my EarPods, and start skating.
I skate for about an hour or so when I get severely exhausted. I remove my skates, ready to go back when I hear someone behind me. I turn around to realize it's Luca, texting on his phone, smiling. He soon notices me and loses his smile.
"Storm, I'm really sorry. I was on a call with Bella and I lost track of time and-" He stops speaking when he realizes that he said her name.
The regret of saying her name is visible on his face. "It's okay," I say with a shrug, maintaining my stone-cold face because nothing much can be done anyway. From my bag, I take out his jacket that I forgot to give him.
"Here." I give him the jacket, take my bag, and try to leave when he holds my wrist. "Um, do you want to go to the treehouse?" he asks hesitantly. I don't know how to reply to that, so I shrug. "Please? We haven't been there in forever." I nod and silently follow him.
We arrive at the treehouse and quietly settle down. "She called me, you know, two days after you went for the trip. I mean, I told her that I don't want to go back, but she said she just wanted to be friends." Classic manipulation 101. I rest my head against the wall of the treehouse, looking in front. He continues after a pause. "We don't have anything serious going on or something, but she just randomly calls and we talk for about an hour or so. Nothing serious, just about random things and life," he says with a shrug, trailing off.
From the corner of my eye, I can see him staring at me for any kind of response, but I have nothing to say.
"Say something, Storm." I turn towards him.
"I don't have a say, Lucas and quite frankly, I don't know what to say even if I wanted to." Before he could reply to that, his phone rang. From his face, I just know it's hers. Just as he was about to answer, he realizes that I'm there
. "You can answer I'm gonna go. I have an early morning shoot tomorrow."
"no Ivy lis-" his voice dies in his throat . I leave before he could do something else.
"I missed you so much ." I can her playful, happy voice talking to her, so I turn on my EarPods and increase the volume until I can't anymore.
I enter my room feeling absolutely numb. Two steps in, my legs give in, and I fall to the floor, not even trying to get up. I watch the window of my room lifelessly as a single tear falls from my eye and suddenly cold floor doesn't seem bad for a nap anymore.
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"Ivy, your birthday is in less than a week now," Grace says, beaming with excitement. "It's just a normal day, Grace," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Anyways, I've cleared your schedule for tomorrow. You need a holiday."
"No, I don't."
"It doesn't matter. Even if you don't want it, your costumes are arriving in the evening, so you have nothing else to work on."
"I don't mind. I can work at night," I say, shrugging. She stares at me like I've just asked her to rob a bank.
"Ivy, no. I'm worried for you now. You've been working your ass off for a month now. I've barely seen you eating. You don't take lunch breaks. I bring you lunch, and you find some other excuse to just not eat. You're getting way too weak, Ivy, to the point where your ribs are visible. There are dark circles under your eyes, your whole face is pale, you are fainting constantly, randomly blacking out, and not to mention you're having eye hallucinations. This. This is not normal, Ivy." She inhales sharply and continues.
"You know, this is your problem. Whenever something unlikely happens, instead of recognizing what you're feeling, you just bury your feelings until they are dead. You bury your head in work, and I know something happened this time too. You're just not telling me yet. Why do you do this, Ivy?" she asks, frustrated.
" I'm sorry . That's just who I am, Grace. I don't want to feel, and I work until I can't feel anymore," I reply, on the verge of crying. God, I'm such a crybaby. I hate myself. Don't cry . don't cry . don't cry .
"Ivy, no." She immediately tries to hug me but I step away . "You're going to take a holiday tomorrow. Get rest, eat healthily, alright? Also, just three months are left for Paris Fashion Week, and you have to gain weight for that." I nod, wiping my tears. "Come on, now let's leave."
I reach outside my house and notice Lucas right outside .I haven't talked or seen him in a month. He texted me, apologizing, but I left him on read. Abuela told me he came to talk, but I wasn't there. I wait in the car, hoping he'd go away. Minutes after, I exit the car.
"Storm?" . Just as I was about to enter the house, I turned around and faced him. As soon as he takes me in, I watch his face turn horrid.
"Storm, are you okay?" I shrug, not wanting to reply.
"Ivy, you look really pale," he says, bringing his hand to touch my face, making me flinch. He immediately takes his hand back, his expression somewhat hurt. He gulps visibly, looking away.
"Where were you? I texted you. Hell, I even came to visit you, but you were never there."
"Just working. If you don't mind, I need to leave." Without waiting for his reply, I leave, never turning back.
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