Ivy Taylor walked into the dim street with thoughts running through his head. He just couldn’t think straight with thoughts about the band, his family, his friends, but mostly, thoughts about Ivy. The more Taylor thought about her, the more he wondered where she was. Because she was there when he went into McDonald’s, she was there when he went into the mall, and even the gas station. It was as if she was following him. He still thought about her. Taylor stopped to sit at a bus bench to catch his breath. He heard footsteps. "Hey Ivy", he said without looking up to see who was there. "Hey Tay," She said with an uneasy smile. [disclaimer] † NON of this is real. mearly fiction. © 1997 - 2008 [Kª†¡£™] [back † ]