EVERYBODY'S LOOKING AT YOU LIKE THEY WANT TO, LIKE THEY WANT TO GO HOME WITH YOU

soundtrack; the wolf by miniature tigers
pretty wicked
 

the last couple of stories are up: http://www.polyvore.com/told_you_things_did_before/set?id=50732552
 
Tuesday, June 5th; Flashback story! Take the time today to write a story about a past experience with Ivy. It can be good, bad, ugly, whatever you choose it to be!
 

 
{day before thanksgiving, 2009}
 

“And thank you once again for volunteering today,” Eliza smiled and started to clap her hands together.
 

A couple of the guys standing behind me snickered to themselves while everyone else clapped. They weren’t here by choice, god no. They were here because of the prank they tried to pull earlier in the school year.
 

Eliza’s assistant handed us all gloves and hairnets for us to wear. You could hear the girl’s collective disappointment when the hairnets were dropped into the palm of their hands.
 

“So gross,” Emerald wined as she tied up her blonde hair into a ponytail.
 

Ivy stretched the hairnet out with a look of disgust on her face. “Tell me about it,” she complained.
 

Unlike some of the people here, I had willingly signed up to work at the soup kitchen in Hoover, Coldgrove’s neighboring town. Hoover wasn’t by any means glamorous. You usually heard horror stories about the town. Nine times out of ten they were blown out of proportion by some of the upperclass members of good, ole Coldgrove. Either way, people really didn’t visit this town willingly.
 

With a sigh, I slipped my gloves on and then the hairnet. Unlike some of my other peers, I refrained from complaining about the situation.
 

“Hey,” Rory smiled as he walked over to me.
 

My cheeks burned a little while my lips curved into a smile. “Hey,” I said right back to him.
 

He quickly looked around the room to make sure that none of the supervisors were watching. Ror then quickly snuck in a quick kiss.
 

“Rory,” I giggled before I gave him a playful push away. “What if somebody saw you do that?”
 

“Do what,” he asked and shrugged. His british accent peeked through his words. “Kiss my girlfriend?”
 

I nodded. “We’re supposed to be volunteers today,” I reminded him.
 

He let out an over exaggerated sigh before resting his hands on my hips. “Fine,” he sighed.
 

“Thank you,” I smiled.
 

“Rory,” Eliza called him after reading his name off the long list on her clipboard.
 

My boyfriend turned back to me and leaned in so his face was close to my ear. “You look so sexy in that hairnet.”
 

“Get going,” I laughed and pushed him away.
 

He went to go join the group of people that’d be working in the front, serving people. I looked around to see who else I was left standing with. Ivy, Emerald, Con, Beck, Chantal, some goth girl named Raven, Dixon, Ingrid, and the foreign exchange student from France, Luca.
 

“Fantastic,” I sighed.
 

Eliza focused on the ten of us that were left and flashed us her megawatt smile that was slowly (but surely) getting on my nerves. “Alright, you will be back here with some of our more experience volunteers. Some of you might be cooking, others will help prepare. I’m sure you’ll all do great.”
 

“I wonder if she’s like that all the time,” Beck muttered to me.
 

I burst out laughing at that. “She probably is,” I admitted. “Something tells me that you just can’t turn all that perkiness on and off like a light switch.”
 

He nodded his head. We tried to continue our conversation but Eliza started to throw us into groups and pairing us up with the volunteer veterans. She kept on going down the line until the only people left were Ivy, Con, and lucky me.
 

“Maybe she’ll be hot,” Con tried to chat us up without Eliza hearing him.
 

I cringed while Ivy laughed and shook her head. “Only you,” she reasoned.
 

Eliza stopped next to a woman wearing a homemade vest with a turkey sewn on the back. It had to have been homemade because there was no way somebody would ever sell that at a store. “The three of you can work with Gloria here,” she smiled and patted the back of the woman.
 

Gloria turned to look at us and flashed us what had to have been her best smile. She was old. If I had to guess then I would say she was in her late fifties, maybe even early sixties. She had these huge tortoise shell glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Her lips were lined with a red lipstick that was a few shades lighter than a tomato you’d find at the grocery store.
 

“Ew,” Ivy muttered under her breath.
 

“Forget what I said earlier,” Con assured us.
 

We all quickly introduced ourselves to our volunteer before Eliza left us to fend for ourselves. Gloria had been put in charge making the cupcakes and had no problem telling us that we’d be frosting them. We were supposed to paint a little design on top, something festive and relatable to the holiday.
 

It didn’t take us too long to find a knife, some frosting and a space to work in. I found myself standing right next to Ivy and Gloria. The two claimed that she smelled like an old person and therefore, they didn’t want to be close to her. Well, that was Ivy’s reason. Con just shrugged and said that it was just because he didn’t want to.
 

Eventually, we all managed to get into the groove of decorating. I kept on painting pilgrim hats or turkey legs on top of the cupcakes. They were the easiest for me to do without it turning into a game of pictionary.
 

“Look at that,” Con proudly boasted.
 

“Is that a...,” I asked, my voice trailed off as soon as I realized what it was. “Okay, you can’t draw a pot leaf on a freaking cupcake,” I hissed at me.
 

Ivy clasped a hand over her mouth to somewhat muffle the sound of her laugh.
 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe some homeless person will want this one.”
 

My eyes narrowed as I stared at him. “Are you stupid or something? You can’t do that.”
 

“And why not?”
 

I opened my mouth to argue my point but nothing came out. Although it wasn’t ethically right, I really couldn’t find an iron strong reason for why he couldn’t draw a pot leaf on the dessert.
 

“Exactly,” he laughed. “AHA!”
 

I sighed out my nostrils as I tried to search my mind for a perfectly legit reason. Finally it came to me “It’s supposed to be festive,” I exclaimed.
 

Gloria turned to me and touched my shoulder. “You might want to keep it down, dear,” she whispered and went back to baking.
 

Ivy and Con both burst out laughing as I stood there, anger slowly boiling up.
 

“This isn’t funny,” I told them.
 

Ivy nodded her head. “Oh yeah, it’s hilarious.”
 

I sighed and pointed at Con’s cupcake. “At least, put a pilgrim’s hat near it or something,” I told him. “/Try/ to make it look like you’re not focusing on drugs, alright?”
 

He smirked as he looked down at me. “Alright, your /high/ness.”
 

I rolled my eyes as the two burst out laughing again.
 

“You two would make an interesting couple,” Ivy mused.
 

My eyes immediately snapped to her in the form of a glare.
 

“A fucking weird couple,” she added and sighed. “But a nice one.”
 

Con winked at me. “What do you say, North? Interested in some of /this/?” He highlighted his body with the wave of his hand, it like he was Vanna or something.
 

I scoffed at him. “Please,” I snorted. “I’d rather decorate the rest of these cupcakes with pot leaves.”
 

Ivy burst out laughing while Con’s face fell a little bit.
 

“Oh, that’s just not funny,” he deadpanned. I couldn’t tell if he was actually upset with that remark or if he was just being Con Novak. Honestly, it was surprisingly hard to tell the difference.
 
- Tabby