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It wasn't a long drive, he took note, before they had arrived at Ivy's home. Or, at least, the clock of the car stated it hadn't been long. Garret's anxiousness and excitedness seemed to make sure that each and every time his eyes met the clock, no matter how much time he thought had passed, it had only changed perhaps a minute. He had a new home! No one could blame him for being excited about that. Especially after believing that there was absolutely no way for him to get one.
As the car parked, he quickly followed Ivy's actions, pushing the door open and making his way close to her almost immediately, wanting to stay no more than a couple of steps behind her while he examined the lovely place. A cottage! It was like the kind of homes you saw in pretty advertisements and billboards. Nothing you saw in the city, or even anywhere close to when he'd lived with aunt Kelley. It was big and lovely and picturesque. He almost felt like if he went inside, it would be nothing but cardboard and duct tape, holding up a false image for the background of a commercial, and too good to be true. A couple of boys stood near the yard, and they immediately seemed to find amusement at the sight of Ivy. Or perhaps it was at the sight of Garret? He immediately ducked his head shyly as they snickered.
“Hey, Smurf!” One of them called out before his attention switched over to Garret, though he still seemed to be addressing Ivy. “Finally bought yourself a friend?” The boys cackled. The one took a drag from his cigarette.
Garret's hands balled up into fists. For the instant, he almost didn't care that he was a doll, didn't care that he was supposed to be 'nice' to everyone, and didn't care that they were just a couple of stupid boys. He wanted to run over and punch them in the gut. Maybe if he was real Garret, he would have. But there was no chance of him moving from Ivy's side. Standing up for himself and others had been something that real Garret would have done. Garret just... couldn't bring himself to do anything aside from accept torment. He was a little glad that Ivy seemed to have so much more vigor. She stood up for him with Kelley, and here she was, sticking up for herself because there was nothing stopping her.
“Why don’t you go choke on your fag, Austin.” Ivy had retorted. Garret smiled to himself. The assholes couldn't even come up with anything back, after that. At least, maybe, he didn't have to struggle to stand up for himself, though... He almost worried what would become of him if Ivy wasn't around.
"C'mon," She prompted back at Garret, and his smile flexed slightly more at her as he followed her hastily, having to be careful not to walk too close to her, for risk of stepping on her heels and seeming overly-clingy. What if she didn't like that kind of thing? Sure, she wanted him to be himself and all, but he couldn't be too careful.
Quickly, he followed the blue-haired girl inside, feeling even more amazed at the inside of the structure than he was at the outside. How nice it was! Like a real family home, even if the inside was practically empty, aside from the little cat which came and greeted Ivy as she stepped through. She best down to pet the cat, before looking back at Garret once more, allowing the cat to go off on it's own for now. Garret gave a smile at the sight of the animal, having never lived in a house with any before, even counting real Garret's life. He liked them, but it had always seemed that the people around him were allergic. Of course, not having been around them, he knew he'd have to be weary of the animal, just in case. He wasn't sure whether it was going to like him or not. As soon as he'd realized Ivy was looking at him, though, he looked away from the cat and let his eyes rest back on her, giving her his full attention.
“I’ll show you your room.” She said, and quickly hurried up the stair way.
Garret followed suit, following her up and over to a simple, prim and proper guest room. It was much nicer than the guest room at aunt Kelley's home, he mused. And this was his room! Officially! He couldn't wait to hang up his pictures on the walls, something he wasn't allowed to do in the room that didn't belong to him. Maybe Ivy had some pencils and paper he could borrow, or even a camera. He could make it feel like a real home in no time, as long as that was okay with Ivy of course.
“This is where you will be living.”[i] Ivy said, her voice bringing Garret from his train of thought. [i]“My room is right over there.”
Garret took a quick look over to where she had pointed, and made an affirming nod, making an important head note of where it was for future reference. Surely it would be a hassle if he were to get lost in her home - in his home - and there were probably going to be a lot of times when he would at least go check on her over there. Hopefully she wouldn't find him too bothersome, he found himself thinking, once again feeling self-conscious about different parts of himself. What if she wanted to be left alone most of the day and he kept showing up wanting to talk to her? What if-
The thought was interrupted when Garret heard Ivy's father call something out. His brain, in mid-thought, hadn't caught what was said, but suddenly Ivy was going away from him, and all he could think was that he didn't want her to. He wanted her to stick right with him, to show him around, to just stand there and talk to him about whatever she wanted. He was about to follow her, when she gave the notion for him to stay and just get settled in the room.
“Just make yourself at home.”
Garret bit his lip, taking a few steps into the room - his room - before sliding his backpack off of his shoulders. He plopped the bag down on the bed, unzipping it and digging some of his clothes out until he managed to find the book he'd stowed in there, and placed it down on the top of the dresser in the room. He moved it a couple of times until he was satisfied with it's positioning, before moving back to the messy pile of clothes and scooping them up, tossing them into the top drawer really without rhyme or reason, not bothering to fold them or anything. He could do that later.
Sliding off his shoes, he poked his head back out of the doorway, peering back towards where Ivy had said her room was. He bit his lip a moment. Would she want him to come over on his own? Maybe she wanted him to wait for her to come back and get him. He walked back into the room, pacing a few times before poking his head out the door one more time. Go? Stay? Oh no, he couldn't decide, and found himself pacing the room again. He was a little uncomfortable. Why was he uncomfortable?
He stopped pacing, looking down at his feet.
Shoes. Oh god, he hated wearing shoes inside. Shoes were so constricting, and they made his balance weird. Quickly, he slipped them off, which was easy, seeing as he'd never tied them. He bent to pick them up, and stood in that position staring at the picture that had fallen from his coat pocket.
I almost forgot, He thought to himself, picking it up as he straightened. I'll have to hang it up on the wall. He tossed his shoes in the corner of the room, before placing the image down carefully on the top of the dresser next to his book. Perhaps he could borrow some tape from Ivy, but he could do that later. For now, he was still trying to decide. In the end, his feet moved without him, and he was on his way over. He only managed to stop when he was already half-way there, biting his lip and shifting his feet back and forth before deciding that it was too late to go back, making his way the rest of the way over to her room and poking his head in the door shyly.
"Uh, hi," He spoke awkwardly, feeling a little more mousy and wondering if perhaps he should have just waited for her. Maybe it had been a bad idea. "Umm, sorry. Can I come in?"