Post by sophie pearson on Jul 23, 2009 5:17:18 GMT -7
SOPHIE JAYNE PEARSON
happiness damn near destroys you, breaks your faith into pieces on the floor
how about we start with the obvious – what's your name?erm my name isn't really that interesting. because i lame and check things like this, my name was number eleven on the top one hundred girls names for 2008. my best friend sienna's name is number ten, so that proves we're meant to be best friends. i'm off topic. but yeah, my name is sophie. sophie jayne pearson. sophie isn't that special, but it means "wisdom" or "foresighted". so that means i'm a really smart psychic...yep. but no, i honestly have no idea why my parents named me sophie. i think it's after some great aunt or whatever. jayne is my mother's middle name, so hence it is mine. my mother added the "y" into "jane" when she was eighteen because she thought it looked better. i agree with her, thanks mummy dearest.
how old are you? and is there a story surrounding your birth? anything interesting?i'm eighteen and have been for a few weeks now. my birthday party was pretty amazing, you missed out if you weren't there. i was born five years after my brother, i don't know why my parents waited so long. i never really asked because that would probably lead to some gross explanation which will mentally scar me, would. i need to use past tense, right. my mother always wanted to have a daughter and i guess she got lucky 'cause here i am.
how would you describe your personality?even if you don't know me well, you will soon find out i'm extremely optimistic. mainly because if i didn't learn to stay positive about being stuck in a hospital for months at a time, i probably would have gone mad by now. anyway, there are more good things than bad in the world. that's what you've got to focus on. i don't flirt with every guy i meet because that seems a little disrespectful to myself and i respect myself. i'm quite smart i suppose, i've always gotten good marks at school but i'm not a child prodigy or anything. i love my friends, they're practically the most important people in my life apart from my family. if they need me, i'll be there for them. i've got a fairly even temper and don't let myself worked up about things. a bad habit i have is ignoring situations; if there's one i don't like i'll simply avoid it. then of course that causes all of my problems to come out in bursts and it's a little hard to handle. people say i'm brave, that's true i suppose in one way or another. i hate sympathy; i'll give it but won't take it, nuff said. being spontaneous is something i'm known for i suppose, keeping people guessing entertains me. i don't tend to show people my feelings 'cause it's my business and i doubt they'd want to know anyway. generally, i like to say i'm a good person but we all have our flaws right?
how would you define "the good life"?living in a little cottage by the sea with the man i love...happily ever after.
if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?that i didn't have cancer.that's not true, it's probably one of the best things that have happened to me. i'm a better person because of it. i'd like to change...the fact i can't stand up for myself. i'd love to become a strong and independent person who can stand their own, but that's not really me. i tend to just let people walk all over my feelings and keep a smile on my face as they do so.
what do you tend to like?wow, i love a lot of things. seriously. you don't want to know all of them. i love ice cream, it's the most amazing food in the entire world. i have an eleven year old cat named chester and he is the best pet in the entire world. i mean, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes but that's alright, i can deal. cheesy horror movies are amazing. a running commentary probably isn't what you want right? i'll just list them off...cooking without a recepie, camping, wheelchair races, grocery shopping, people who wear glasses, big books with big words, knee high socks, wigs and beanies, guitar and piano, romance, bubble wrap, sunsets, driving around town for no real purpose, silent movies, little children, kissing in the rain, speaking in different languages, unusual things, boats, painting, tristin along with eddie and ophelia, sienna bennet and of course, ivan joyce.
okay, and what do you tend to dislike?i believe that everything has something to like about them; like i hate dripping taps but i also kind of like them. but to give you something to work off of, i dislike (never hate) sympathy, suicide, questions, accusations, confrontation, intimidation, breaking down, commitment, abandonment, spiders, the dark, being shut in, feeling helpless, being forced into doing things, being lonely, having no one to talk to, being lied to, hospitals, doctors, being sick, chemotherapy. oh, and overprotective older brothers that make you carry pepper spray everywhere.
what are you scared of? everyone has some fears.i'm scared of getting sick again. but more than anything, i'm scared of loosing someone i love. i'd much rather me than them.
do you have any secrets?well i don't tend to blurt out to everyone i meet "i have cancer!" so i guess that's a secret of sorts. but i'm a virgin. it's kind of expected but whatever, it's no one's business. i have a tattoo...tristin doesn't know because he's naive enough to believe it's permanent marker. not like it's anything big, just a heart on my foot. large tattoo's scare me.
how's your love life?ever since about six months ago, pretty non-existent. i dated nathaniel bradford for a year and a half. then i walked in on him and some other random stoner girl making out at a party which was held at my house. so i guess i've kind of lost all faith in the male gender. i loved nate and i gave him pretty much everything i could, i suppose that wasn't enough though.
if you were given a yacht, what would you name it?i have a yacht already, it's rather nice. it's named something in greek that i forget. but if i had a boat, it would be called...the chester. like the chad on charlie's angels. but chester is cooler than chad. fo' realz'.
what is your quirkiest habit, and how long have you had it?i'm a lame person, i have a lot of weird habits. ice cream can solve anything. don't even try to tell me otherwise, because you're wrong. seriously.
do you have any goals?well when i was in hospital, nurses were the only people who were nice to me (apart from ivan) so i want to become a nurse and help people. that would be a really fulfilling job. so what if you have to give people showers and clean up their pee? putting a smile on someone's face is worth so much more. i want to fall in love and get married only once in my life to that one person i love. i want to have children and live a long and simple life.
would you rather always lose or never play?always loose. i always loose whenever i play sports but it's heaps of fun. besides, new experiences are great. and i'd rather be the person who tried than the one who didn't. quitters never win and winners never quit.
great. and now, could you give me an overview of your life? what's happened so far?ahh i was wondering when this would come up. well my parents were both some of the most eligible people in london. my father was the son of a real estate tycoon and my mother practically the kate moss of her time. so it seemed only right that they fell in love and became london's favourite golden couple. oh how so cliché. anyway, so after two years of dating they got married and about a year later, my brother tristin was born. my mother quit her modelling career and i guess our family just faded from the tabloids, which didn't really bother my parents. after tristin was born my parents bought a gorgeous home on the outskirts of london and six years later i was born. my childhood was rather average but it was taken away from me earlier than i should. i rarely saw my father due to the fact he was always working. mother worked from home, taking trips into the city at least once a week. since my father wasn't around that much, tristin taught me a lot of things such as how to ride a bike, how to play piano and so on. we were very close, my entire family was.
about a month after my eight birthday i got sick. it wasn't anything too serious, just fevers and everything. mum wasn't too concerned at first but when i didn't get better she took me to the doctors who suggested a blood test. it's all a little hazy i guess, those weeks aren't exactly something i want to remember. a few days after the test we were all sitting at the dinner table and the phone rang. usually mum didn't allow anyone to answer the phone during dinner but went and answered it anyway. when she hung up the phone she called for my father who told me and tristin to stay in the dining room. we don't exactly keep to our business so tristin went out to listen but he came back a few seconds later and took me upstairs. i guess finding out your child has life threatening cancer is one of a parent's worst nightmares.
i started chemotherapy not long after finding out that i had cancer. the doctors didn't expect me to live past ten years old, but i didn't particularly like the doctors and i am an extremely stubborn person. so i simply refused to die, just to prove them wrong. of course there were days where i just felt so sick that it would have been easy just to give up. i'm glad i didn't though, it's difficult making the choice between what is hard and what is easy. a few months after i turned ten (suck on that doctors) we were told that there was some new treatment available in america. i practically jumped at the chance to get better, especially after being in hospital almost constantly for the past two years.
i felt a little guilty making my family pack up and move to new york city, but i suppose it was a positive change for them. my father took over the main office in new york, mother started up her designing in one of the fashion capitals of the world and well tristin, he was just tristin. his miserable and worried self but her moved into high school as a freshman at nyaa. surprisingly about eight months after receiving treatment in new york, my cancer was pronounced as being in remission. i'd been homeschooled ever since i got cancer so now that i was better i was able to go to actual school. i guess my expectations were a lot higher. immediately people started spreading rumours that i was anorexic or something. ten year olds! i was surprised and stupidly let them bother me. i didn't have any friends in school, except one who hadn't had any friends before me.
for two years i went to school and learned to deal with the gossip and the fact i was considered as "the weird skinny english girl" by everyone. it didn't bother me as much as time went on, but school wasn't exactly enjoyable for me. when i was twelve years old i got quite sick and my parents knew to take me to hospital for tests when it didn't clear up. the doctors confirmed that the cancer had come back and i started treatment immediately. it was worse this time, mainly because i was simply over being sick. when you're in hospital you have a lot of time to think and one thing that passed through my mind was "why bother?". it's not like i had anything to live for. tristin was spending all his time with ophelia harmon whom i loved dearly but that meant i was lonely. mother and father rarely visited me and when they did it was merely to prove they were sympathetic and kind people.
for a few months at the time i'd been too weak to do anything. in the middle of march i was finally able to walk without feeling like i wanted to collapse in exhaustion. i enjoyed observing people and making up stories inside my head, giving reasons why they were there. the waiting room seemed appropriate for observing so off i walked. all i got in the waiting room were sympathetic glances. i don't really blame those people, what else would you give a skinny, pale twelve year old with oxygen tubes in her nose, a beanie covering her bald head and wearing knee high socks which were falling down her legs because there was nothing to keep them up?
i remember the very first time i saw ivan joyce. it was about nine o'clock when a teenage boy stormed through the doors and started pacing around the room. i'd felt sorry for him, he obviously wasn't the one who was sick or injured. ivan's told me i was the only one smiling in that whole room, i suppose i never noticed. in a place so grim there has to be someone who makes an effort to smile. i honestly thought ivan was going to go ape at me when he came over, but instead he introduced himself. we talked for ages and it was the first time i had really laughing in a while. but of course a nurse came along and interrupted our conversation and dragged me off, scolding me. i thought i'd never see him again but sure enough the next day he was standing at my doorway.
myself and ivan became good friends very quickly. there was an age difference between us but i suppose we just...got each other. he could ramble awkwardly about something or other and i'd completely understand. call it corny or cheesy, but he was pretty much the only thing keeping me alive. i knew that he would be upset if i died and upsetting ivan was the last thing i wanted to do. he was my only friend and we'd tell each other everything. of course i'd keep some details of my treatment from him (which isn't going to work anymore because he's going into oncology...) but apart from that, we were extremely close. i hadn't truly enjoyed one day in my stupid life apart from those spent with ivan joyce.
when i was fifteen my parents were driving back from a conference just outside of new york and their car crashed. my father died instantly and my mother was in a critical condition. tristin was in santorini, getting away from everything that reminded him of ophelia so i didn't know who else to call but ivan. of course he came, despite the fact he had to walk most of the way and it was one o'clock in the morning. my mother died a few hours later. although i hadn't really been too close to my parents in the past year, they were still my mum and dad so i was pretty much devastated. ivan stayed with me until tristin arrived in new york, which was when ivan subtly left.
it was decided i'd go to santorini and live with tristin which was a decision i wasn't particularly happy about. not because i didn't want to leave new york itself, but i didn't want to leave ivan. i tried to put it off and say i'd just finish my treatment but of course technology has something against me and the doctors said that i could finish up in greece. so within a few months i was at the airport crying into ivan joyce's shirt before getting on a plane. leaving my best friend was one of the hardest things i've ever had to do. my cancer went back into remission within six months after moving to santorini. finally i was getting some good luck.
school in santorini turned out to be a whole lot better than new york. on my first day i became friends with a girl named sienna bennett and we became best friends almost as quickly as ivan and i did. she was practically the opposite of me but i think that was a good thing because that meant i wasn't such a princess anymore. in my sophomore year nathaniel bradford moved to greece. we'd had some sort of fling in dublin, one of those childhood sweetheart summer romance things. but we started dating not long after he moved her. it was incredibly easy to fall in love with nate. he had perfect hair, a perfect smile and didn't try and rip my clothes off the second he saw me.
we dated for a year and a half but i guess that proves you can never really tell which direction relationships are going, especially in high school. a family friend, addie d'aubigne, was throwing her twenty-first at our house (i don't know why she didn't hire out a hotel ballroom or something but it's addie, she's a little special). one second nate was holding my hand and holding me tight, the next i walked in on him and some...female dog...making out on the bed in one of the guest rooms. the fact he tried to explain himself and said that load of crap sentence "it's not what it looks like", well that just made me angrier. also the fact that addie had stumbled to my side and immediately commented about a threesome or whatever (i told you, she's a bit special) just made me totally crack.
well no one really saw. i think the look on my face made it clear to nate and eden to leave, immediately. i think tristin knew something had happened when i didn't come out of my room after the party. when i told him, he promptly banned nate and eden from the house and told me that he could make them wish they'd never been born. well that's tristin for you. i told him not to bother so he went out and bought me ice cream, which was rather nice. i think that month following nate and i breaking up were probably the worst days of my life. they topped chemotherapy and all those other times where i'd felt like i just wanted to die.
it would probably have been smart for me to tell someone how upset i was about it. i couldn't tell any of my family because it just seemed, awkward and i knew what they'd say. sienna had been shipped off to boarding school and i didn't really have any friends i could rely on in santorini. telling ivan would have been logical but he was dealing with his mother and making sure she wasn't going to die of alcohol poisoning. it was difficult but i got over it, nate went all weird anyway. him and that weird eden girl would always be walking around late at night smoking weed or whatever it was they did.
for the last few months of high school i studied hard and finally graduated. then where to go to college was something i had to think about. well ophelia and tristin had recently gotten married and things were awkward at home to say the least. so i was relieved when ivan suggested i come and live with him in montréal and attend the university there. tristin didn't react well to that suggestion at first but in the end he agreed to let me go. so that's what brings me here. i'm sorry it was so long, you just can't exactly cut down everything that's happened in the past eighteen years. that's all you need to know i'm assuming?
anything else?university student yo'
hey! my name is JACQUI, and i've been roleplaying for FIVE years. my character's play-by is TAYLOR SWIFT.
awkward was something sophie pearson wasn't, she was pretty much the opposite of awkward. sure she was clumsy and it was a day to day experience for people to see the girl trip over but never did that bother her. she'd simply laugh it off and jump up on her feet before you took a second glance. of course her clumsiness would often get her into trouble, especially when she was sick and bruised easily. it was impossible to count the amount of times that nurses had scolded her or ivan about not being careful; sophie for being reckless and ivan for supposedly not being gentle. that of course was a load of bull which the nurses made up to save their asses whenever the doctor examined the blonde (which was once in a blue moon). but ivan was anything but rough with sophie, god forbid if he treated her like anything other than a porcelain doll. well apart from those reckless wheelchair races in the halls of the hospital where they purposely aimed to run over the toes of idiotic doctors, but sophie played more of a part in those than ivan did. the blonde would beg him and shoot the innocent puppy dog eyes in his direction, something which was extremely hard to resist. now ivan was extremely awkward and they weren't exactly two people whom you'd expect to be best friends. well the pair were definitely a living example that opposites do in fact attract. ivan had made sophie laugh within a minute of their meeting, he'd been the first person to make her truly laugh in a long time. from what she could remember, the boy hadn't even said anything funny. it was what he didn't say, the things he couldn't get out. they just got each other. sophie would understand exactly what ivan was talking about, even when he said a few stuttered words. in all honesty, little needed to be said between the two. some of the deepest and most meaningful conversations in sophie's life had happened with ivan joyce while she was lying her hospital bed and the boy sitting in a chair which had been dragged beside the large bed. the only thing sophie had to look forward to all those years ago in new york was ivan joyce coming to see her and he never let her down. it was hard to find someone that you could rely on no matter what and would always be there if you needed them. sophie and ivan needed each other, although they undoubtedly knew it, the pair probably wouldn't survive if there was only one of them in this world.
the cool montréal breeze was cool against sophie's skin and she couldn't wait to get inside and just collapse onto whatever sleeping arrangements ivan had planned out. the girl would sleep on a couch for four years of her life if it meant she could spend those four years with ivan joyce. however sophie was rather sure he had at least a bed for her because that question had been on tristin's list of things to ask ivan. that was something she needed to apologize for, her overprotective brother freaking out that his baby sister's best friend (who happened to be a male) had invited her to live with him for the next four years. now if it had been sienna or a female tristin probably wouldn't have a problem. okay, so not sienna but the point is clear. tristin thought that something would happen between sophie and ivan. after all, they would be living together which meant sleeping within metres of each other, sharing a bathroom and so on. when sophie had realized why tristin was freaking out, she'd laughed. of course that seemed rather stupid after seeing ivan in person because he was gorgeous. that was the only was to describe him, or jumpable in the words of sienna bennett. suddenly something happening between sophie and ivan didn't seem so entertaining, more so desired than anything. but why someone like ivan would think anything of sophie, well it was simply ridiculous. the blonde wasn't stupid but that didn't mean she was going to completely forget about it all and just pretend ivan was still that awkward teenager back in new york city who escaped to the hospital whenever he could. an angry and slightly suspect hiss sounded from chester's cage. that cat couldn't be considered as a natural creation of god, it was a freak of nature that was going to live forever. tristin had tried to run the cat over several times with his jeep back in santorini yet chester would just walk off boredly whilst tristin swore loudly at the brand new dint in the back of the pearson's shiny black jeep. however the fat cat hissing from inside the cage could only be described just as ivan had said, pissed off. leaving the dreaded meeting until tomorrow was probably more practical and would hopefully spare sophie and ivan from covering their arms and legs in band-aids from the cat scratches and teeth marks.
the blonde bit her lip anxiously, staring at the black leather jacket covering ivan's back, hoping she hadn't completely ruined everything. "it really doesn’t matter. you’ve fallen asleep on me before, soph." the boy said with a chuckle, looking over his shoulder towards sophie. that was true, there had been many occasions in the familiar dimly lit hospital room where sophie had drifted off into a deep sleep whilst ivan was talking about something or other. "okay. good. i didn't want you to think i was being rude or something..." the blonde explained before tripping clumsily up the last step, earning an angry screech from chester. she set his cage carefully down on the ground before walking over to stand next to ivan who was struggling with the front door. she couldn't help but giggle at his frustration, though it wouldn't be as entertaining if she ended up sitting outside the apartment and waiting for ivan one evening in result of the door not opening. "whew." was breathed as the door finally swung open and sophie picked up chester's cage and walked on in with her free hand covering her mouth. "by the way, that was completely on purpose," ivan told her, joining in with the laughter. the blonde turned on her heel so she was facing ivan and raised her eyebrows with an amused expression on her face. "oh i wouldn't doubt it, very smooth and very entertaining. you put on a great show ivan." sophie giggled, an entertained smile on her lips. she turned back to face the apartment which was now lit sufficiently thanks to ivan turning on the light switch. it was perfect, very ivan. the fact a german shepard didn't come running out to greet them had the blonde slightly stumped but it was probably a good thing considering chester was as angry as tristin was when sophie told him she was moving to canada. the apartment was exactly how sophie had imagined. the kind of place which was an escape from school and work, somewhere you'd always feel at home. the eighteen year old had only just walked in the door and she already felt like she was at home. perhaps the fact ivan was standing next to her had something to do with that feeling, but she couldn't pick a more perfect person to have as a roommate.
"so, what do you think?" ivan asked, raising an arm to indicate and show the living room. it was a room that the blonde could easily see her and ivan sitting in, eating ice cream and watching cheesy horror movies which made them laugh more than scream. "it's wonderful," sophie told him with bright blue eyes and acting as though it was a beautiful sunset instead of a simple two bedroom apartment. "i love it ivan, i really do." she followed the tall boy to the start of a hallway in which held various closed doors. "it’s not much, but it’s home. your room is all the way down the hall and then the bathroom is your first right. my room is to the left," he explained as he pointed down the hall, making sophie smile slightly at the formality of it all. that was something to consider, one bathroom. for her entire life, she'd had a bathroom to herself. oh the privileged life, it was probably a good thing that she'd had her own bathroom too because tristin would probably have had a fit over the amount of time it took for her to get ready in the morning. make up wasn't something that could be rushed but it seemed like it would have to be from now on, unless she bought a mirror. well that seemed more reasonable. she didn't want to be a hassle to ivan in the mornings and make him do some awkward manoeuvre around her. "i already put shampoo and stuff in there just in case. i didn’t know what else to get you, but we can go out tomorrow or whenever you feel like it to get what you don’t have. i want you to feel at home. y’know i’m not strict or anything." ivan went on, making sophie feel somewhat upset. she'd never been so happy and appreciative of things before that she felt like crying, but it was a weird feeling. all these emotions were just flooding back into her system and the blonde wrapped her arms around ivan. "you're pretty much the most amazing person in the entire world ivan joyce," she managed to choke out over that distinctive lump in her throat and immensely glad that no traitor tears were going to make an appearance. stupid ivan making her emotional over a bottle of shampoo. sophie pulled away from her best friend with a sheepish smile on her lips and then walked over to the entrance of the apartment where chester's cage sat along with the rest of her luggage. "thank you so much for letting me stay," the blonde said sincerely, picking up the hissing cat cage and her guitar, "if you get sick of me, you can just send me back home to tristin. i'm sure he'd be very...pleased."
there was no way sophie was mentioning a certain talk tristin had given her before she left. a conversation which had made sophie scream and shove a pillow over her head the second her brother started. don't go off with guys you don't know. if you feel sick, go to the hospital straight away and then let me know. call me or text me at least once a day. you're coming home for christmas. don't sleep in the same bed as him. and for god's sakes don't have sex. well many other awkward topics had been touched on in that very awkward conversation that last god knows how long but ophelia had rescued sophie and apologized the entire way to eddie's day-care. that day was something she didn't like to remember. also, tristin had made a habit of called ivan him. ophelia called ivan by his first name and eddie did also, but tristin simply refused. at first it had annoyed sophie but she learned to ignore it, tristin was just stubborn and had prejudices. it wouldn't take him long to invite ivan back to santorini for christmas. okay, so it would probably take longer than chester would live but the blonde still had hope. hesitantly, sophie walked down the hall and pushed open the door to her new bedroom. it was small and homely, so much different to sophie's large and open bedroom back in santorini. it was a good different, she'd always wanted a room that was comfortable and didn't feel as though she had to keep it spotless and extravagant at all times. the smile remained on her lips as she walked in the room and set chester's cat cage and her guitar on the ground. the basics were there; a bed, dresser and desk. that was really all she needed too, the wardrobe was built in and sophie didn't have too many clothes anyway. ivan set her suitcases down on the bed and stepped back slightly. biting her lip slightly, sophie knelt down in front of the cat cage and unlocked it, letting the door swing open. the fat cat jumped out faster than the blonde thought was possible and she jumped to ivan's side, grasping his hand tightly. however instead of the angry wrath both of them were expecting from chester, the cat simply jumped up on the top of the dresser and lay down, giving them a look which suggested instant death if either of them tried to move him.
when the cat was motionless, sophie let out a relieved breath and released ivan's hand. "well, that went a lot better than i thought it would," she laughed, opening her guitar case and lifted possibly her most treasured guitar she'd ever owned, setting it against the wall carefully. thank god it hadn't been broken during the flight or unloading, that would have resulted in a suing from the pearson family, sophie was very protective over her guitar and eddie would most likely have a tantrum if she never got to see it again. the five year old could be entertained for hours on end, just staring at the sparkles glittering in the sun. okay, so sophie was sitting there next to her most of the time, but who could blame her. it was terribly amusing and not to mention, beautiful. drowsily, the girl wandered over to where her suitcases were sitting and she unzipped the one which didn't contain the majority of her clothes. the first thing that popped out was a shaggy old teddy bear which she'd owned ever since she was two years old. it had been eddie's for the past five years but that stupid bear had been everywhere with sophie. theodore, teddy for short, was missing an eye and had white stuffing coming out of various holes in which chester had made. the bear was resting on a few pieces of paper which were covered in crayon drawings. the blonde smiled down at the picture which was obviously drawn by a five year old and consisting of various shapes and figures also sophie's name was written at the top of the page and in the bottom right hand corner was a "love eddie". sophie set the drawing down on the bed with intentions to hang it on one of the walls in her bedroom, she was going to miss that little girl more than anything. a few tears in result of sudden homesickness threatened to spill over but sophie sniffed them back and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand hastily. having ivan see her cry was the last thing she wanted. her hand drifted over to the other piece of paper sitting in the suitcase, ivan's name scribbled on it in red crayon. a house was drawn on the page with two stick people somewhat resembling sophie and ivan. "eddie is obsessed with crayons and she will be extremely annoyed if i don't give this to you," sophie said with a laugh to ivan, handing him the picture, "and you don't want to mess with her. she's tristin's daughter and chester is scared of her."
that was true, chester which is the freakiest creature of all time was scared of a curly haired five year old. well he wasn't scared as such of eddie, he just knew not to mess with her. why? because the bronze haired child would throw shoes at him, dress him up in doll clothes and make him have tea parties with her. sophie turned back around and picked up theodore who was sitting awkwardly on the bed. "grrr." sophie growled playfully, holding the teddy bear up to ivan who would most definitely remember that stupid toy. nurses would make matching beanies for the teddy bear. never was there an operation, test, xray, mri and so on that sophie went in without that bear at her side. of course ivan would know about all those tests now and understand what sophie had sleepily told him so many years ago, she at the time didn't know very much either and she'd make it seem less painful whenever retelling the events to ivan. scaring him had been the last thing she'd wanted, in fear that he'd leave. sophie was probably going to get confronted about that at some point, unfortunately ivan wasn't going to be as gullible now. she'd really wanted to stay up and spend some time with ivan tonight but that goal might be a little harder to reach than she'd though. piling up a mug with coffee might help but the small yawn still managed to escape. sophie kicked off her shoes, that small tattoo now visible for the world to see.
it was a miracle that her mother hadn't come back to haunt her for getting that thing. well, it just proves what a night out with sienna bennett can do. they weren't drunk. well, let me rephrase this, sophie wasn't drunk. sienna was wasted and sophie had wanted to get something done, so she went and did it. also, seeing sienna giggle away in a corner made the whole thing rather entertaining instead of painful. tristin had been to heartbroken to care. and it was a tattoo, so what. it wasn't like sophie had gotten herself arrested and put in prison, then again, she wasn't sure tristin would care too much if that happened either. "umm..." sophie mused to herself, wondering what to do next. she dug through her suitcase and pulled out her toiletries and make up bag. "i'm going to chuck this stuff in the bathroom and then we can do whatever." the blonde happily skipped down the hall and into the bathroom, ivan right behind her. she found a spare shelf in the cabinet and placed her bags there, planning on organizing things later. it wasn't like she was going to torture ivan by keeping anything awkward (aka. "lady items") there, those were staying in her room. just make up, toothpaste and so on was meant for the bathroom. she turned around quickly and her blue eyes caught sight on the door, now this was slightly awkward. "erm, ivan?" sophie asked timidly, trying to act as nonchalant as possible and looking on either side of the door which didn't hold what she was looking for, "is there a...erm...lock on the door? or are we going to have to create some sort of knock so i don't walk in on you or you walk in on...me?" now that would be embarrassing. not that seeing ivan, shirtless and dripping with wat--- okay stop, sophie. sienna bennett's way of thinking was something she'd grown somewhat accustomed to over the years. the blonde looked up at ivan with a small smile on her lips, running her fingers through her curly hair.
the cool montréal breeze was cool against sophie's skin and she couldn't wait to get inside and just collapse onto whatever sleeping arrangements ivan had planned out. the girl would sleep on a couch for four years of her life if it meant she could spend those four years with ivan joyce. however sophie was rather sure he had at least a bed for her because that question had been on tristin's list of things to ask ivan. that was something she needed to apologize for, her overprotective brother freaking out that his baby sister's best friend (who happened to be a male) had invited her to live with him for the next four years. now if it had been sienna or a female tristin probably wouldn't have a problem. okay, so not sienna but the point is clear. tristin thought that something would happen between sophie and ivan. after all, they would be living together which meant sleeping within metres of each other, sharing a bathroom and so on. when sophie had realized why tristin was freaking out, she'd laughed. of course that seemed rather stupid after seeing ivan in person because he was gorgeous. that was the only was to describe him, or jumpable in the words of sienna bennett. suddenly something happening between sophie and ivan didn't seem so entertaining, more so desired than anything. but why someone like ivan would think anything of sophie, well it was simply ridiculous. the blonde wasn't stupid but that didn't mean she was going to completely forget about it all and just pretend ivan was still that awkward teenager back in new york city who escaped to the hospital whenever he could. an angry and slightly suspect hiss sounded from chester's cage. that cat couldn't be considered as a natural creation of god, it was a freak of nature that was going to live forever. tristin had tried to run the cat over several times with his jeep back in santorini yet chester would just walk off boredly whilst tristin swore loudly at the brand new dint in the back of the pearson's shiny black jeep. however the fat cat hissing from inside the cage could only be described just as ivan had said, pissed off. leaving the dreaded meeting until tomorrow was probably more practical and would hopefully spare sophie and ivan from covering their arms and legs in band-aids from the cat scratches and teeth marks.
the blonde bit her lip anxiously, staring at the black leather jacket covering ivan's back, hoping she hadn't completely ruined everything. "it really doesn’t matter. you’ve fallen asleep on me before, soph." the boy said with a chuckle, looking over his shoulder towards sophie. that was true, there had been many occasions in the familiar dimly lit hospital room where sophie had drifted off into a deep sleep whilst ivan was talking about something or other. "okay. good. i didn't want you to think i was being rude or something..." the blonde explained before tripping clumsily up the last step, earning an angry screech from chester. she set his cage carefully down on the ground before walking over to stand next to ivan who was struggling with the front door. she couldn't help but giggle at his frustration, though it wouldn't be as entertaining if she ended up sitting outside the apartment and waiting for ivan one evening in result of the door not opening. "whew." was breathed as the door finally swung open and sophie picked up chester's cage and walked on in with her free hand covering her mouth. "by the way, that was completely on purpose," ivan told her, joining in with the laughter. the blonde turned on her heel so she was facing ivan and raised her eyebrows with an amused expression on her face. "oh i wouldn't doubt it, very smooth and very entertaining. you put on a great show ivan." sophie giggled, an entertained smile on her lips. she turned back to face the apartment which was now lit sufficiently thanks to ivan turning on the light switch. it was perfect, very ivan. the fact a german shepard didn't come running out to greet them had the blonde slightly stumped but it was probably a good thing considering chester was as angry as tristin was when sophie told him she was moving to canada. the apartment was exactly how sophie had imagined. the kind of place which was an escape from school and work, somewhere you'd always feel at home. the eighteen year old had only just walked in the door and she already felt like she was at home. perhaps the fact ivan was standing next to her had something to do with that feeling, but she couldn't pick a more perfect person to have as a roommate.
"so, what do you think?" ivan asked, raising an arm to indicate and show the living room. it was a room that the blonde could easily see her and ivan sitting in, eating ice cream and watching cheesy horror movies which made them laugh more than scream. "it's wonderful," sophie told him with bright blue eyes and acting as though it was a beautiful sunset instead of a simple two bedroom apartment. "i love it ivan, i really do." she followed the tall boy to the start of a hallway in which held various closed doors. "it’s not much, but it’s home. your room is all the way down the hall and then the bathroom is your first right. my room is to the left," he explained as he pointed down the hall, making sophie smile slightly at the formality of it all. that was something to consider, one bathroom. for her entire life, she'd had a bathroom to herself. oh the privileged life, it was probably a good thing that she'd had her own bathroom too because tristin would probably have had a fit over the amount of time it took for her to get ready in the morning. make up wasn't something that could be rushed but it seemed like it would have to be from now on, unless she bought a mirror. well that seemed more reasonable. she didn't want to be a hassle to ivan in the mornings and make him do some awkward manoeuvre around her. "i already put shampoo and stuff in there just in case. i didn’t know what else to get you, but we can go out tomorrow or whenever you feel like it to get what you don’t have. i want you to feel at home. y’know i’m not strict or anything." ivan went on, making sophie feel somewhat upset. she'd never been so happy and appreciative of things before that she felt like crying, but it was a weird feeling. all these emotions were just flooding back into her system and the blonde wrapped her arms around ivan. "you're pretty much the most amazing person in the entire world ivan joyce," she managed to choke out over that distinctive lump in her throat and immensely glad that no traitor tears were going to make an appearance. stupid ivan making her emotional over a bottle of shampoo. sophie pulled away from her best friend with a sheepish smile on her lips and then walked over to the entrance of the apartment where chester's cage sat along with the rest of her luggage. "thank you so much for letting me stay," the blonde said sincerely, picking up the hissing cat cage and her guitar, "if you get sick of me, you can just send me back home to tristin. i'm sure he'd be very...pleased."
there was no way sophie was mentioning a certain talk tristin had given her before she left. a conversation which had made sophie scream and shove a pillow over her head the second her brother started. don't go off with guys you don't know. if you feel sick, go to the hospital straight away and then let me know. call me or text me at least once a day. you're coming home for christmas. don't sleep in the same bed as him. and for god's sakes don't have sex. well many other awkward topics had been touched on in that very awkward conversation that last god knows how long but ophelia had rescued sophie and apologized the entire way to eddie's day-care. that day was something she didn't like to remember. also, tristin had made a habit of called ivan him. ophelia called ivan by his first name and eddie did also, but tristin simply refused. at first it had annoyed sophie but she learned to ignore it, tristin was just stubborn and had prejudices. it wouldn't take him long to invite ivan back to santorini for christmas. okay, so it would probably take longer than chester would live but the blonde still had hope. hesitantly, sophie walked down the hall and pushed open the door to her new bedroom. it was small and homely, so much different to sophie's large and open bedroom back in santorini. it was a good different, she'd always wanted a room that was comfortable and didn't feel as though she had to keep it spotless and extravagant at all times. the smile remained on her lips as she walked in the room and set chester's cat cage and her guitar on the ground. the basics were there; a bed, dresser and desk. that was really all she needed too, the wardrobe was built in and sophie didn't have too many clothes anyway. ivan set her suitcases down on the bed and stepped back slightly. biting her lip slightly, sophie knelt down in front of the cat cage and unlocked it, letting the door swing open. the fat cat jumped out faster than the blonde thought was possible and she jumped to ivan's side, grasping his hand tightly. however instead of the angry wrath both of them were expecting from chester, the cat simply jumped up on the top of the dresser and lay down, giving them a look which suggested instant death if either of them tried to move him.
when the cat was motionless, sophie let out a relieved breath and released ivan's hand. "well, that went a lot better than i thought it would," she laughed, opening her guitar case and lifted possibly her most treasured guitar she'd ever owned, setting it against the wall carefully. thank god it hadn't been broken during the flight or unloading, that would have resulted in a suing from the pearson family, sophie was very protective over her guitar and eddie would most likely have a tantrum if she never got to see it again. the five year old could be entertained for hours on end, just staring at the sparkles glittering in the sun. okay, so sophie was sitting there next to her most of the time, but who could blame her. it was terribly amusing and not to mention, beautiful. drowsily, the girl wandered over to where her suitcases were sitting and she unzipped the one which didn't contain the majority of her clothes. the first thing that popped out was a shaggy old teddy bear which she'd owned ever since she was two years old. it had been eddie's for the past five years but that stupid bear had been everywhere with sophie. theodore, teddy for short, was missing an eye and had white stuffing coming out of various holes in which chester had made. the bear was resting on a few pieces of paper which were covered in crayon drawings. the blonde smiled down at the picture which was obviously drawn by a five year old and consisting of various shapes and figures also sophie's name was written at the top of the page and in the bottom right hand corner was a "love eddie". sophie set the drawing down on the bed with intentions to hang it on one of the walls in her bedroom, she was going to miss that little girl more than anything. a few tears in result of sudden homesickness threatened to spill over but sophie sniffed them back and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand hastily. having ivan see her cry was the last thing she wanted. her hand drifted over to the other piece of paper sitting in the suitcase, ivan's name scribbled on it in red crayon. a house was drawn on the page with two stick people somewhat resembling sophie and ivan. "eddie is obsessed with crayons and she will be extremely annoyed if i don't give this to you," sophie said with a laugh to ivan, handing him the picture, "and you don't want to mess with her. she's tristin's daughter and chester is scared of her."
that was true, chester which is the freakiest creature of all time was scared of a curly haired five year old. well he wasn't scared as such of eddie, he just knew not to mess with her. why? because the bronze haired child would throw shoes at him, dress him up in doll clothes and make him have tea parties with her. sophie turned back around and picked up theodore who was sitting awkwardly on the bed. "grrr." sophie growled playfully, holding the teddy bear up to ivan who would most definitely remember that stupid toy. nurses would make matching beanies for the teddy bear. never was there an operation, test, xray, mri and so on that sophie went in without that bear at her side. of course ivan would know about all those tests now and understand what sophie had sleepily told him so many years ago, she at the time didn't know very much either and she'd make it seem less painful whenever retelling the events to ivan. scaring him had been the last thing she'd wanted, in fear that he'd leave. sophie was probably going to get confronted about that at some point, unfortunately ivan wasn't going to be as gullible now. she'd really wanted to stay up and spend some time with ivan tonight but that goal might be a little harder to reach than she'd though. piling up a mug with coffee might help but the small yawn still managed to escape. sophie kicked off her shoes, that small tattoo now visible for the world to see.
it was a miracle that her mother hadn't come back to haunt her for getting that thing. well, it just proves what a night out with sienna bennett can do. they weren't drunk. well, let me rephrase this, sophie wasn't drunk. sienna was wasted and sophie had wanted to get something done, so she went and did it. also, seeing sienna giggle away in a corner made the whole thing rather entertaining instead of painful. tristin had been to heartbroken to care. and it was a tattoo, so what. it wasn't like sophie had gotten herself arrested and put in prison, then again, she wasn't sure tristin would care too much if that happened either. "umm..." sophie mused to herself, wondering what to do next. she dug through her suitcase and pulled out her toiletries and make up bag. "i'm going to chuck this stuff in the bathroom and then we can do whatever." the blonde happily skipped down the hall and into the bathroom, ivan right behind her. she found a spare shelf in the cabinet and placed her bags there, planning on organizing things later. it wasn't like she was going to torture ivan by keeping anything awkward (aka. "lady items") there, those were staying in her room. just make up, toothpaste and so on was meant for the bathroom. she turned around quickly and her blue eyes caught sight on the door, now this was slightly awkward. "erm, ivan?" sophie asked timidly, trying to act as nonchalant as possible and looking on either side of the door which didn't hold what she was looking for, "is there a...erm...lock on the door? or are we going to have to create some sort of knock so i don't walk in on you or you walk in on...me?" now that would be embarrassing. not that seeing ivan, shirtless and dripping with wat--- okay stop, sophie. sienna bennett's way of thinking was something she'd grown somewhat accustomed to over the years. the blonde looked up at ivan with a small smile on her lips, running her fingers through her curly hair.
