Snippet #2385534

Ivy Smithson

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“Thank you! For this, for everything.” Garret said ecstatically to Ivy. She smiled at him, glad he was so happy that he had a new owner. …But, was that all she was going to be to him? Sure, at the moment she was probably just a silly blue haired girl that had bought him, but she didn’t want to be just his owner. She didn’t want him sucking up to her or trying his hardest to make her happy. She wanted Garret to be…Garret. Nothing more and certainly nothing less.

Everything he had explained to Ivy made her feel a little bad for him. He believed that, because Kelley had been his owner, that she could do anything she wanted to his things. Doll or not, if she was him she’d probably slap the woman.
At least he wouldn’t deal with her anymore.

Her father still hadn’t appeared which meant he was either apologizing or chatting with her, probably both. Ivy smiled at Garret again, running a hand through her hair.

“You really shouldn’t thank me.” She said jokingly, “When you meet the rest of my family you might try to run for it.”

While she was joking, there was some truth to her words. Her family was dysfunctional, completely. Her mother was never home, in and out of therapies and rehabs for her drug problems. Two older brothers that were never home and if they were it was because they needed money. She didn’t mind Mason, he was fine. Most of the time he used his money for his studies and because he didn’t have a job he would ask them for food money. Derek was another story. When he came to the house, he was either drunk or kicked out of his latest girlfriend’s home. And of course, Ivy normally was locked away in her room avoiding everyone but her dad. She looked at Garret, smiling.

“Sadly, there are going to be rules.” She said, “But they’re not mine, their dad’s.” She rolled her eyes as she thought of them.
“Typically, sense you’re, eh, male,” She said, shifting, “My dad will be a little weird with his rules.”

“My rules aren’t weird,” Her father rumbled behind her, a grin on his face as Ivy jumped, having been unaware he was standing behind her, “They are going to keep you out of trouble and you,” He pointed at Garret, “ In line.”

Ivy shook her head, walking beside and behind Garret, “What could he possibly do? He’s like a puppy, cute and harmless.” She said with a grin.

Her father ignored her comment, “ Neither of you are allowed in each other’s rooms after ten, and if you are, the door must be open.” He said, crossing his arms, “Always come home around nine if you’re out, and don’t be idiots. No drugs or alcohol, be good. ”

“Wow, dad, so strict.” Ivy said with sarcasm and good humor, “But I doubt that will happen. Also, I have one rule.” She said, looking at Garret, “Simply put, be yourself.” She gave a friendly squeeze on Garret’s shoulder.

Her father ushered them into the car, and soon they were off, leaving the house and Garret’s home. She didn’t know what would be at home waiting for them, hopefully relatively quiet. Ivy’s house was a quaint cottage, two stories and almost free of nosy neighbors. It was a fifteen minute walk from the nearest Starbucks and certainly reserved. While the outside suggest that it belonged in a fairy tale, the inside was certainly modern. Each bedroom had its own TV and bathroom, and because only two people lived there most, that made three bedrooms inhabited. One was a guest room, now it was Garret’s.

She tucked her feet underneath her, looking over at Garret. She wondered what he thought of all this, was it overwhelming for him? How would he adjust to her house and her family? Honestly, it was lonely because her father worked and nobody else bothered coming home. What would it be like with another person around, and not just her and the cat?
She looked at Garret, smiling, maybe, just maybe, he might actually like his new home.