Chapter Six

Sara applied my eyeliner, and eyeshadows, and all that good stuff, and when I least expected it- Selena took me out for my belated 15th birthday gift… I was getting my lip pierced. “I was supposed to get that done with Brad and Adam!” I protested. “Well, Adam’s been in on this since the beginning...” Sara said, with a sly smile creeping across her face. I was stunned, no HORRIFIED, that one of my best friends could do this to me- but then again, it was Adam, that was something expected of him. I sighed and rolled my eyes, “Fine! So- Adam’s getting his lip done, too?” I asked, praying that I wouldn’t be the only one making a complete and total a.s.s of myself. Sara and Selena nodded in unison. Wow, I never actually looked at Sara before, only saw her eyes, a soft hazel- but the rest of her, was just a soft. She had honey blonde hair, a petite figure, and an infectious smile. She really was a great person, and she had such a bubbling personality.

When we finally got to the tattoo parlor [which also did piercing’s] Adam was standing there, with his 6 feet and 4 inches of pure glory- his new tattoo with his baby sisters name on it, who had passed away due to cancer. It made me feel so many different emotions all at once. “Hey, Adam!” I said cheerfully, to not just my surprise, but everyone else’s- except Adam’s. “Hey Ice! Check out my new tat’!” Adam said oozing with enthusiasm. We ‘ooh’ed and ‘awweh’ed over it, but thats when I remembered. “I’m supposed to be getting my lip pierced, not wallowing in my jealousy of Adam’s new tattoo!” I admitted, jokingly. A huge grin spread over Adam’s face, as he slung his arm over my shoulder. “Shut up-” he whispered into my ear, but to some untrained ‘Look At How Close Adam And Ice Are’ eye, it would look like he was BITING my ear.

On the way to chair that looked like it belonged at a dentists office, I nearly broke my ankles wearing the high heals Sara had demanded I wear. “Watch yourself, kiddo!” The tattoo guy kept telling me, like I was supposed to know what that meant. I insisted on Adam going first, because he already got the tattoo, and with that, the competition broke out. ‘To see who could go the longest without wincing- or showing any kind of pain’ I think was the game we were playing, Adam had screamed half way through, but demanded they keep going. My stomach was doing summersaults. Next, it was my turn- I had a mean poker face, Brad always joked about… Brad. I was no longer in the tattoo parlor, but in a small wooded area behind Brad and Adam’s house, that Brad had showed me. He took me to their old cabin to go camping. And that’s where we first kissed- I was brought back to reality by the crushing memory’s and how I was so stupid, but my facial expression didn’t change, tears were just streaming down my face.

When the piercing was done, I thanked the guy, and rushed out of there as fast as possible- just my luck too, I was bawling. And who do I run into a block away? None other then the infamous Brad Wilson! “Woah! I didn’t think you guys were actually serious about the lip thing.” Brad said, straining a joke. I sniffed, then laughed, “I wasn’t sure why you sent your goons to make me do it, though!” I giggled, helplessly- I already looked crazy, hell- I probably was! “My ‘goons’” Brad asked, his face becoming serious. “Yeah, Sara and Selena...” I slurred my words, so it sounded more like ‘Yeh, Sra ‘n Sela’. His eyes went wide. And then he burst our laughing. “Oh my dear sweet JESUS! Hon, did ‘they’ do this to you?” He asked, stifling his laughter. “By ‘they’ do you mean Sara and Selena?” I asked, half heartedly. He nodded. I sighed. “Yep, makeover and everything- don’t I look hot?” I asked, wiping the last remaining tear from my face, or so I thought- Brad leaned down, to stroke one last tear away. “You were beautiful, just looking like you- not looking like somebody who’s trying to cover that up with makeup and hair dye..” Brad’s slate grey eye’s were glistening with sincerity, how could I NOT believe him?

I hadn’t noticed exactly how close our faces had gotten until I heard people stop behind us, and someone whistle. “Ow ow! Brad, she’s hella fine!” It was Jessie- our head’s snapped up, knocking together. “Ow! SHIT! Ow!” I laughed, my eyes still locked in on Brad’s. “Ohmygosh, ICE?!” this time, the unknown voice belonged to Moira, I whirled around. The only thing I could do was smile sheepishly at my group of friends who stared at me, slack jawed. “What?” I asked, hoping they weren’t angry at me or anything. “You look-” Moira said, tripping over her words. “Hot!” Jessie finished, looking me up and down. “Ahaha, I mean, like coming from one friend to another, you know..” Jessie added. Brad must’ve thrown Jessie one of his infamous ‘death glances’ the guys were always chattering on about

Chapter Five

Selena had obviously gone into shock. “Phil and you- kissed?!” She snarled. ‘Oh shit!’ I thought. Selena was Phil’s ex girlfriend, and she probably still had feelings for him- who wouldn’t (Kacey OBVIOUSLY) “I didn’t mean for it to happen- He, he kissed me!” I cried. She rolled her eyes. “Oh, I don’t care, me and Phil happened SOOO long ago, I’m SO over him!” She laughed, but her eyes were hurt. “I need you to help me make Brad like me again!” I said, sniffling. Selena smiled a devious smile. Ohh no-

Selena called up someone, but I was too busy calling up my parents BEGGING for permission to stay over at her place. When I got done on the phone, Selena was grinning from ear to ear. “OK, I just got off the phone with my girl Sara, and well- Brad is TOTALLY crushed!” She said gleefully. My heart sank. “Why the hell are you so happy about that?” I asked, a big lump forming in my throat. “Well, because now… I’m going to give you a MAKEOVER!” She giggled. My eyes widened, my already pale skin, went even paler. The room started spinning, ‘Oh snap-’ I thought, and then I hit the ground. “Dude-” A girl said, standing over me. “Is she OK?” Selena and the girl looked at me, I just groaned. “You GOT to be kidding me!” I sighed. But the other girl and Selena were both grinning from ear to ear. “Hi! I’m Sara!” She said, in a peppy voice. “I’m a make up artist and a fashion designer!” She cheered blissfully.

I tried to restrain from the makeover underway, but, it WAS two against one, and I was really tired. Sara dyed my hair, and picked out new clothes (not that it would matter really, I still had skinny’s, only this time I wore heals instead of convorse and these weird ass shirt things instead)

When I saw my hair again, I was freaking out. “Oh MY God!!” I screamed! “My hair- It’s BLACK!” I said, touching my new colored hair.

(Sorry about this, but this one seems to be a shorter chapter.. bummer)

Chapter Four

~*~Brad’s Point Of View~*~

I’ve known Ice the summer she got out of eighth grade. And there she was, kissing Phil- how could she do that to me? I just ran home, not that it helped, I couldn’t make my stealthy escape like I’d planned, my chains made so much noise. I unhooked them each from my beltloops, and threw them onto Ice’s front lawn, and continued down the sidewalk. Sure, I’d had my heart broken many times, but never like this… Maybe this was a mistake, maybe- maybe she didn’t kiss him back… I could only hope..
As I neared my house, I wiped the tears from my eyes, and took a deep breath in. As a walked in the house, my mom was crying. “W- what’s going on?” I asked, in a shaky voice. “Amanda was hit by a car.” My sister said, and my mom let out a loud sob. “Fuck!” I said, as I slid my arm over my mom’s shoulder. “Is she OK?” I asked, praying to God that my little cousin didn’t have anything more then a broken arm. My mom nodded, and I sighed. I kissed the top of her head, and went down stairs to find Adam and Moira making out.

~*~Ice’s Point Of View~*~

I heard bushes moving, but I was too caught up in the moment. The power of my lips moving against Phil’s, it was fantastic, the way he tasted the way he held me. But then I heard chains clinking together, and a hand ran down the window, making a horrible noise. “Shit!” I heard someone say from outside, and then the chains dropped onto the lawn. “Uh, I’ll be right back- I think I heard something..” I said looking up to the window.
When I got outside, I found Brad’s chains laying on the grass, along with the heart charm I attached in ninth grade, when Phil and Alex went to a boarding school. I knew that Brad saw everything. My heart sunk. Now, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

>Ok, this comes in later...v <

I realized that I needed to talk to Brad right away, and the only way to do that was probably through Selena. Brad’s OTHER best female friend. She was 15, shoulder length brown hair, that looked as though it was layered. Her eyes changed color, depending on the weather outside, she was tan, standing about 5“1- she was really pretty (again not in that gay way). She always knew the right things to say- Even if they were stupid little things “Oh hey, you got a 51 on your report card? Yah well I got bit by a fishie!” She used to joke about that a lot. My shoulders quivered as I carried Brad’s chains to her door, and rang the doorbell. When she appeared, I suddenly burst into tears- how was I going to explain that I broke Brad’s heart? “Oh, oh honey, what is it?” she cooed, helping me indoors. “I- it’s B-Brad..” I sniffled. “Ohh, did you two have a fight?” She asked softly, rubbing my back. Selena was always one to comfort someone. “Nn- no.. He s-saw me a-and Phil,” I said as I took a deep breath in a let out a sob. “Oh no..” She said, shaking her head. God I loved her [as a friend].  “Brad’s liked you for a long time, and he probably just went into shock, seeing you so close to Phil,” Selena said, hoping that would soothe me. “No! You don’t understand! We were KISSING!” I bellowed, mascara freely flowing down my face. Selena’s face went white, and she swallowed hard.

Chapter Three

The bus groaned to a halt in front of St. Judas High School. I sighed, and closed my eyes and then opened them again. My bus driver

Axel, (who was probably between 19 to 25) smiled and ducked his head, as he opened the creaky bus doors. I sat at the back of the bus all by myself, well, at least for a little bit, but was suddenly joined by a black hoodie, and tanned hands. “Um, can I help you?” I asked, a little to rudely. The hoodie turned it’s head and looked at me, I leaned closer, and realized that it was Phil. “Oh GOD-” I whispered. “Shh!” He hushed me. “You look like shit though!” I said, worrying. He nodded sadly. I laid my head on his shoulder, looking him right in the eyes. “Don’t worry about a thing, every thing will work out fine.. And Alex said ‘no’ to Kacey, anyways!” I said, trying to be reassuring. Phil just sighed putting his head on top of mine. “I know.”

~*~Brad’s Point Of View~*~

When I saw Ice with her head on the shoulder of another guy, my heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest. I was in love with her, and everyone know it- except her! And there she is, flaunting her beauty to some guy, then to be crushed when he moves on, leaving pieces of her to picked up one by one by me. I swallowed hard, and sat down with Jessie, a single tear rolled down my cheek, and Jessie already knew, and had his arm on my shoulder. “I’m really sorry dude, I just don’t think she knows… or feels the same way-” He said. I glared at him. “Or, maybe she’s afraid to tell you how she really feels!” Jessie added. I rolled my eyes.

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~*~Ice’s Point Of View~*~

When I got home, I ran upstairs, and took a long shower, the steam around me was soothing. I felt so terrible about not sitting with Brad today, I had a major crush on him since he and his brother moved here from Austrailia. But, it felt so right sitting with Phil. I loved them both, but I didn’t want to hurt them. But Phil needed me… I buttoned up my skinny’s and through on a thin white T with a band name scrawled on it in lime green. I mussed with my hair, and applied my eyeliner and eyeshadow, and ran down to the basement to check of Phil. 
“Oh MY God!” I said, reaching the middle of the stairsThere on the couch, taking a big swig from a bottle of vodka, was Phil- and to my surprise, his ashtray was over flowing with cigerette butts. “I thought you-” I started in on him, but was abruptly interupted. “quit doing all this?!” He asked, his voice a little hoarse. I felt bad for him, I ran down the stairs, and sat beside him on the couch. “Kacey wasn’t all that speacial, you’d tell her you’d love her and her response was ‘uh huh, uh huh’. I never once heard her say to you ‘I love you too, Phil’, or anything close to it!” I said with a huff. Just then, I felt lips crushing against mine, I looked up, Phil- they belonged to Phil! All I did was kiss back, and thats when it hit me, he was drunk.

I pushed away from him, and sighed. “I don’t think we should do this..” I said shaking my head. Phil looked at me, his eyes filled with hurt. “Why?” He half whimpered. I punched him in the arm playfully, and rolled my eyes. “Because your drunk! Thats why...” I said looking towards the stairs. He pulled me in closer. “I’m not intoxicated, only maybe by your radiant beauty- God! That was cheesy!” Phil laughed, and stared at me with his strikingly soft features.  “I love you Ice Shay McCain, and there’s nothing you can do to get rid of me- ever.” Phil said, kissing the top of my head. 
Hearing Phil say that, sent me flashing back to when I was 13 and Billy Johnson was trying to kiss me. I had kicked him… He had gone nuts, and started beating me up. When Phil had come to tell me that dinner was ready, Billy was in mid-punch, and Phil went nuts… I bet billy never saw it coming, a juvenile delinquent, and a football linebacker for his middle school team, tackling a 13 year old boy to the ground, and beating the living shit out of him. When Phil was done pounding on Billy, the words he spat at him where ones I would never forget, ‘Don’t you DARE touch her again. If I found out, you hit her, I will KILL YOU!’. And that was it, Phil let him go, with a hard push, but Billy took off running, and never looked back. Phil sat beside me, and I took his hand. He looked up at the sky, and then back down at me and smile, stroking my cheek gently, as he whispered ‘I love you so damn much Ice, it killed me to see him beating on you like that.’.
I was suddenly brought back to the present, when I found myself in Phil’s arms, I let out a low sob. “I- I remember, when I was 13...” I began, still crying. He nodded. “When you beat up Billy Johnson-” I said, as I sniffled. At the moment, Phil’s whole body went stiff. “Mmm hmm..” He sighed, softly kissing me on my forehead. “You told me you loved me-” I whispered looking up at him, and he chuckled and wiped away the mascara that was running down my face, and that stained and ruined his shirt. “But I do! I always have, ever since I saw Billy hitting you, it was official, you were more speacial to me, then some lame little sister!” He kissed my forehead again, ruffling my hair, and then smoothing it down. “You did?” I asked, my eyes wide. How could I be so blind?!

Chapter Two

~*~Phil’s Point Of View~*~

Ever since that morning with Ice, I just can’t keep her off my mind. I lived in the same house as her since she was 12, and I’ve loved her since she turned 13, and that arrogant Billy Johnson, beat her up. I remember beating the living hell out of Billy, and almost going to live at a foster home for it. ‘You’re two years older then him, and two years wiser Phillip!’ They scolded, after Billy got out of the hospital for a head injury. I was 15 at the time I beat up Billy, and it made me feel big, made me feel strong. But it made Ice look at me as her hero. And that made it all worth while. ‘I don’t care! That little snot can’t beat on my girl- y little sister!’ I spat. Remembering those words, the day Alex truly accepted me as part of his family.

~*~Ice's Point Of View~*~

Phil was like an older brother to me, an attractive, intriguing, arrogant, older brother- WAIT! No little sister would call her old brother a hottie! EW! That’s SICK! Phil was hot, not lying, he was tall, with tan skin, and deep brown eyes. He was very muscular, but also, very thin- in a good way! His face, was jagged, but angular, but only when he was with me, he softened and showed the complexety of his face, that was so hard to explain… Alex had been so angry that morning when he saw me and Phil, but I knew he was right, it was wrong.

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During school I remember bumping into Phil a couple of times, and he handed me a note which read ‘Dear Ice Princess-’ a nickname he had given me, back when I did figure skating. ‘Please sit with me at lunch, I want to talk to you! No Alex involved! Love, your pal Phill-y hearts and all that crap’ I smiled as I crumpled up the note and put it in my pocket, saving it.

At lunch, I spotted Phil eating alone, so I ran over to him to see why. “Hey ‘Phill-y’” I said, with a smile in my voice. “Hey..” He replied, wiping his eye with the back of his hand. “Dude, what’s wrong?” I asked getting concerned. I’d only seen Phil cry once, and that’s when I kicked him in the ‘family jewels’. “It’s Kacey-” He began. “She dumped me...” I nodded my head, in understanding. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he quivered. “She dumped me for your jack ass of a brother!” He said raising his voice, pushing his tray away from him, and walking out of the cafeteria. I followed, as fast as I could, but Phil set track records- and I tripped when I was standing still! “WAIT!” I called after him. “Phil, let’s talk about this when we get home?” I asked, when he slowed down his pace. His eyes were red. Phil and Kacey were dating for 3 years straight, and for all I knew, he’d give more then just his life for her. “It’ll be OK” I said wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’ll hold your hand if you need me to-” I said jokingly, but then suddenly, Phil reached down and took my hand. I closed my eyes. ‘This has got to look bad’ I thought about me and Phil, hugging in the hallway, are hands entertwined with each others, Phil’s eyes red, me scene and everything.. People would think I was bringing him to the dark side. The bell rang, for school to start back up, and I looked up at Phil, to see him peering down at me. “Go to class, Phil.” I said, taking my hand from his. He just nodded and kissed the top of my head. He turned and walked off to where all the grade 12s were. There suddenly was an arm around my shoulder, and a familiar voice. “You know Ice, you’re a really good friend- better then I am.” I looked over to see my brother Alex, with his head down. I hugged him and sent him on his way. I felt horrible for seeing my family falling apart.

Chapter One

Its hard to be me, I have platinum blond hair, cut in an emo style that allows my hair to still be long (i use ALOT of hairspray), I wear super-skinny jeans, and converse sneakers, any kind of top is my top (unless it says prep on it)... all my friends are like this too. My eyes are blue, and if you stare in them long enough, you can tell that their as cold as ice.. That's who I am, Ice McCain, 15 and loving it. This is my pathetic life story…

BEEP! BEEP! My alarm clock was beeping. I groaned and fumbled with the buttons until I finally found the snooze button, and looked up at my clock, 5:30 a.m- “Oh MY God!” I yelled, running down the stairs in a fury of massive bedhead and pajama’s. “Who the HELL sets someone’s alarm clock for 5:30 in the God damn morning?!” I hissed at my parents, who were just looking up from their breakfast to look at me. “Hm, what did you say honey? I didn’t really catch the last part..” My mother said, buttering a piece of toast. I huffed. “Someone in this house, set my alarm clock for 5:30 in the morning!” I yelled. 

“Good morning, everyone!” My brothers best friend, Phil said, walking down the stairs, winking at me. Around 7:45 my parents cleared their dishes, and said goodbye, and headed off to work, chirping aimlessly about high gas prices. “It was YOU!” I hissed, launching myself at Phil. “What was me?!” He screamed. “YOU set MY alarm clock for 5:30 AM!” I sneered. Phil laughed, “You got me!” He said laughing still.

My eyes turned into little slits as I glared at Phil, and I tackled him, knocking him down. I pulled his face close to mine, using his shirt for leverage, seeing’s I was already straddling him. “Never EVER again!” I spat. 

Just then, my brother Alex walked down the stairs, whistling a happy tune. That is until he saw me on top of Phil. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOUR DOING!” He belted, clearly in shock. We both scrambled to our feet. “Dude, it’s not what it looks like!” Phil said, taking a step towards Alex. “Not what it LOOKS LIKE?!” Alex sneered. “My BABY SISTER sitting STRADDLING my BEST FRIEND?” He emphasised ‘baby sister, straddling’ and ‘best friend’.

Weeks passed, and Alex and Phil were still living together, but Phil decided not to use our spare bedroom up next to Alex’s room, but the basement, “to be on the safe side” he told me, before we got on the bus for school.

>On The Bus<

I saw my super-best-friend Moira sitting alone on the bus, like usual, saving a seat for me, Jessie, Brad and Adam. “Hey!” I said, tapping her on the shoulder to let her know, that ‘real people’ existed- not JUST her iPod. “Oh! Hey!” She said, pulling an earphone out of her ear. Moira and I had been best friends, since I was 3 and we lived beside each other. She was always trying out new styles, punk, gangster, prep, goth and so on. But she was more comfortable with the “scene” look.
Moira and I talked about the boys we liked, and didn’t. Our bantering went on until we got to Brad and Adam’s stop. Brad and Adam were twins, and were my best friends. Also, they were amazing. Brad had gorgeous slate grey eyes, a strong, hard squared jaw, a strong muscular body, and was about 6“6. Adam looked very much the same, but had blue green eyes and was around 6“4.  Brad had black/blue hair, with lime green tints in the bangs, and Adam had shaggy black hair, he usually wore a beanie over. Moira had a MAJOR crush on Adam, and I was finally starting to see why. Moira was beautiful, soft brown hair, perfect complection, eyes as green as emeralds, and sparkled like diamonds, she was skinny, yet curvy, 5“4.. She really was beautiful (not in that gay way!) Me on the other hand, I was skinny, barley any curves, I was told I had a gorgeous face, and I rarely had any acne, I was short for my age, 5“2, I had icey blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, I was scene, who was going to tell me other wise? I wasn’t lanky, or fat, but- when I saw me standing next to my too perfect friends in a photograph, I felt oddly out of place.
I waved Brad over to sit with me and Adam to take his regular spot next to Moira, but today she just glared at me.. “What?” I asked in a hushed tone, she rolled her eyes. Brad and I usually talked about the music we listened to (The Used, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, and so on) but today, Brad just stared out the window. When Jessie finally got on the bus, he looked at everyone, and plopped down beside me.
“What is with everyone, today?” He asked, a joke I’m sure, but when I looked up, his face was serious. I shrugged, he sighed. Jessie was just like every other emo, only better, he was outgoing, he had a positive outlook on life, and he loved. He had a squared off jaw, pale skin, black and green spiked hair, with baby blue eyes. He was just, the average size of a well fit football player, not the average emo… was it?