"Ivy!" I was abruptly awoken as a familiar voice squealed my name. I opened my eyes just as Lainey had launched herself onto my bed. "We couldn't find you last night! We thought you were dead. Or worse."
"I'm fine. I'm fine." I smiled.
"We were up half the night looking for you." She looked concerned, but her panic was fading.
"I was outside my house for a while." I said, recalling my rainy dance romance.
"Why are you so smiley? Does it have something to do with Oliver?" Lainey asked, raising her eyebrows.
"What?" I said, my face fell. I had tried to forget about him and what almost happened.
"I saw you and Oliver sneak out the door." She said, smiling.
"No, it wasn't like that. He-" I dropped off. I didn't really want to explain the events of last night.
"Well, what was it like?" She asked, pressing for details.
"I don't want to talk about it!" I snapped. Lainey looked wounded. I felt a twinge of guilt in my stomach.
"I'm sorry, Lainey. I didn't mean to-" She cut me off.
"It's fine. Don't share the important details of your life with me, your best friend." And with that, she got up and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
"Lainey, wait!" I threw my hand out in front of me, like that was gonna stop her. I looked helplessly at the door as my hand fell. She didn't understand. I wasn't keeping something from her. I couldn't say it. I sighed. I looked down at my hands clasped tightly in my lap. I saw a glint of sunlight reflect off something on my wrist. My watch, I thought. I needed to go to Sage's house. Whoever she is, I thought. And maybe on the way, I'll see Lainey.
I threw on a thin, white t-shirt and a pair of fitted jeans. I took a deep breath of the warm, spring air as I opened the front door. I hopped down the stairs in a slightly happier way than normal, thinking of dancing with him last night. The reality hit me as I was walking towards 1700 Orchard Street that I may never see him again. I don't even know his name, I thought. Why didn't I ask him his name? I turned onto Orchard Street and I remembered how it got it's name. There were beautiful fruit trees lining the street. Apple, orange, peach. They were all there. It was a beautiful street to walk down. I leisurely walked by every house reading the numbers.
1690, 1692, 1694, 1696, 1698, 1700. I walked up the driveway, inhaling the intoxicating smell of peaches. The house was a small modern Victorian, like all the others. They were all painted shades of red, yellow, and orange. This house was the color of fresh lemonade and added to the warm feeling of the boulevard. I mounted the steps, carefully. The door had a gold door knocker. I tentatively lifted it and let it fall. I heard a rustling inside and the door opened in a rush of cool air. The eyes that met mine where familiar. The brown hair and the way it swept into his eyes, his bright teeth, his tanned skin.
"Ivy?"He questioned. I was shocked.