Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Just as his lips were about to collide with hers, she looked away, stepped back and gulped.

Nah, not this time again. Absolutely not!

She shook her head, looked back at him with doubt, seething rage and growing disappointed in her eyes.

“Ivy?” He asked then he smiled, like as of he was just realizing something. “You like me but you need sometime to admit it to yourself,” he chuckled. “It’s okay, take all the time you need. I’m not in a hurry.”

“You are lying,” she finally whispered.

“About what?”

“You are lying!” With that, she bolted out of the kitchen and ran up the stairs.

She saw Jett on her way up but she knew she didn’t have to worry about him knowing anything that happened in the kitchen or even being concerned about anything that was going on. He had his earphones plugged in, with his eyes trained on the laptop he had in front of him. A mere argument in the kitchen couldn’t shake his attention. Even if the world was ending, volcanoes erupting, hurricanes and tsunamis, Jett would still be busy on his laptop.

She heard Chris come after her but once she took the stairs, she didn’t hear him follow her anymore.

She hadn’t gone to her room though, she had gone to Elsa’s, who was already in bed, sleeping.

She looked down at her, she was sleeping in an oversized shirt that was  most definitely Chris’s.

With her back against the door, she leaned her head backwards against it.

One of them was lying.

She knew it!

The problem was that they both sounded convincing about it.

Yet she knew that Elsa would be never lie to her, so it had to be Chris. How dare he?!

How dare he lure her into kissing him when he already had Elsa? Was that the type of person he was? A playboy?

Elsa deserved better!

Tears ran down her face as she thought of how terribly her actions must have hurt her too. Not only was she keeping the secret of how she had truly known Chris from her but now, just moments ago, she had let him kiss her and she had kissed him back.

Kissed him back!

She was just as terrible as Chris.

No.

She was worse.

Her heart clenched and she placed her hand over her chest where her heart was beating beneath, that did nothing to ease the pain though.

“Is the Princess having nightmares,” she heard Elsa’s sleepy voice call out to her.

Ivy turned.

She had a smile on her face while she stretched a hand to her and patting a side on the bed, inviting her over

Ivy nodded, before taking her hand and settling next to her on the bed.

Then she started crying.

“Was it that bad?” Her voice was low, although she still sounded very sleepy, her worry was plain.

“V-very,” she hiccuped.

“Do you want to tell me?”

She shook her head, “I can’t.”

“That is alright,” she pulled her into a warm side hug. “I’ll be your mummy tonight.”

Ivy frowned at the thought, as she leaned against her shoulder.

That would be wrong. Her mother didn’t have time for this.

“No. Just be Elsa.”

“Alright then. Sob it all out, Cry Baby. I bet you dreamt about your car being soiled with paint. Such a spoilt brat.”

Ivy chuckled, leaning more into her embrace as Elsa brushed her hand slowly over her hair.

“Better.”

Elsa chuckled too. The sound of her laughter rumbled lowly throughout her chest.

Ivy loved this. Anything that made Elsa happy, she loved it.

She thought and thought about the next step to take that would maintain this happiness.

She heard Elsa snoring lightly once again.

She looked up at her sleepy face and smiled.

It was at that moment that she came to a decision.

***

“Ivy. About yesterday night—”

“You should absolutely partner with Elsa,” she giggled, quickly moving away from Chris.

“Ivy, you can’t keep doing this. We need to talk.”

He said after as she attempted to run off, his hand around her wrist wasn’t letting that happen though.

They were on the beach once again and as usual, it was bustling all around them.

“Are you leaving because of that?”

Last night, Ivy had packed up her bags and this morning she had declared that she was leaving to the people at home at that time. She hadn’t had the chance to tell Elsa though. Up till now, she still didn’t know where she had been this morning too.

“No! Of course not,” she replied defensively. “My father needs me back at the restaurant…” But the feeling of disappointed and rage from yesterday quickly took over her, breaking away her facade. “… and I hate liars. How dare you do that to Elsa?”

He frowned.

“How about you stop assuming things and just ask her.”

She scoffed, “I don’t have to.”

“You should. That way you will see that you are the one that misunderstood the whole situation.”

How could she had? Elsa had given her enough prove to show that she didn’t assume anything.

Why was he still even holding her? That wasn’t helping anything. Neither was the fact that he was shirtless and had only a pair of blue shorts on.

“There is no misunderstanding,” she said, attempting to shake her wrist away from his hold.

How was he even so bold to be holding her like this? Right here, right now.

At that moment, Jett waltzed in between them, shoving a laptop in front of him.

Whatever it was must have been important because he let her hand go then.

Presented with the opportunity to escape, she took it, until Elsa stopped her.

“Yo, Princess! You and my boyfriend having problems?”

“Nooooo. Absolutely not. Why would you think that?” She replied nervously.

“I’ve been an audience to the little—”

“You tinted your hair purple?” Elsa reached out for her hair, surprised.

“Yeah, now we are twinnies!”

For some reasons, Ivy wasn’t really enthusiastic about this change, “I didn’t know you were such a fan of purple, o-or tinting your—” she paused, “when did you do this?”

“This morning,” she beamed.

“Right,” Ivy replied flatly.

“Back to topic, I thought about it and my guess is that you and Chris are planning a surprise for me! Oh my goodness, is Jett in on this too?” She gasped again, covering her open mouth. “I’m not supposed to know. Have I ruined the surprise by knowing.”

Elsa kept on rambling about her assumed surprise.

There was a surprise alright, but it was certainly not something she would like.

Ivy sighed.

Maybe it would be wise to finally let her know the truth. Everything.

“… make it expensive. Whatever it is. You know the type of things I like anyway so, spoil me, Princess!”

“Elsa,” she paused gathering courage. “It is about you.”