End of "Ice in Her Eyes."

*sighs* there will be no more tales of Ice and her randomness ... :( I know, I know- but, nobody wanted me to continue. So, I think that even though no one wants me to continue, I'm going to start writing my newest story... It's called The Crest Fallen Loser, and it's pretty epic. Most of it is based off of the life of this one "mysterious" boy in my school (no one knows his "real" story), and I decided to waste my creative juices there... :)

So look for it later, Ok?

Much love,

Ky ♥

Ice's Point Of View

My eyes flew open, I was covered in a light sheen of sweat. My breathing was fast and uneasy... It was all a dream- well of coarse it was, it made no sense! I was still trying to decide whether or not to attempt to go back to sleep. I heard a loud banging on the door. Mother of God! My panic attack was almost done, so I crept slowly to the white on white doors. "Hey- everything all right in here? I heard screaming..." Thank the Lord, it was David. "Oh... Uh... Yeah!" I choked, trying to come up with something. "Alright, don't go crazy trying to get back to sleep- My knocking probably scared the living shit out of you!" He laughed. I chuckled nervously. I was acting so strange, then again.. Who wouldn't? 

When I finally shut the door, and climbed back into "my" bed, the swift black currents of sleep started to sweep me off into the portals of the unknown world of dreams. 

***

David's Point Of View

Since nothing was wrong with Ice, something had to be wrong with me? What impulse would drive me to her aide? Maybe that's it... Impulse! Nah, to easy. Something deeper... Maybe not... "Fuck, maybe if I get some sleep.. I'll start making some sense.." I mumbled to myself groggily. "Hah, maybe you should!" Someone called. I couldn't tell who it was, per say- But they had an Austrailian accent, for sure!

Chapter Thirteen

"God- I am going to go stir crazy in this place!" Adam said, sneaking up on both me and David. Which was funny, because I thought David was either going to jump 12 feet of the ground or have a heart attack. I just burst out laughing, I probably looked like a tool- or crazy, but thats not hard to come by in a creepy place like this... "Jesus, man!" David practically yelled, panting. Adam snickered. "So, 'Peter Pan', where's my brother- c'mon, don't tell me lost him! He looks almost identical to me!" Adam said sarcastically. David and I both shrugged. Adam gasped, which worried me, so I shrieked. "What?! What?! Adam? Are you OK?!" I asked, franticly. Searching for an answer. "You... You guys don't have any musical instrument's we need to worry about.... Do, you?" Adam said, wide eyed. I knew what he meant. Brad probably was off looking everywhere for either a guitar or an exit. "Haha, no worries guys! The auditorium is this way..." David said, leading us down corridors and hallways. 

We finally arrived at the auditorium, we heard the sound of an acoustic guitar lightly being strummed and someone humming along. I knew who it was, due to their obvious Austrailian accent. "Brad-" I sighed, pushing the doors open. He immediately went pin straight stopped playing. "I'm allowed to be in here." Brad said with such authority. "Brad... It's me..." I didn't know what happened, but emotions just waved over me, and tears spilled from my eyes. He turned to look at me, wearing a pained expression. "You don't love me- do you?" He asked, like a crestfallen soldier. I gasped, taken aback by his words. They stung me inside and out. How could he want to hurt me like this. I fell to the floor, trembling and sobbing. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you want from me! I try not to hurt you, and it ends up nearly killing us all!" I sobbed, I felt so weak. My emotions were in control- shit!

Ice's Song

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house

That don't bother me

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

I'm not afraid to cry once in a while

Even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me

There are days every now and then I pretend I'm ok

But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most

Was being so close

And having so much to say

And lettin' you walk away

And never knowin' 

What could've been

And not seeing that loving you

Was what I was tryin to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you every where I go

But I'm doin it

It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friend's and I'm alone

Still harder, gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret

But I know if I could do it over

I would trade give away all the words the words saved in my heart

That I left unspoken

What hurts the most

Was bein' so close

And havin' so much to say

And watchin' you walk away

Never knowin' 

What could've been

And not see that loving you

Was what I was trying to do.

What hurts the most

Was bein' so close

And havin' so much to say

And watchin' you walk away

And never knowin' 

What could've been

And not seein' that lovin' you

Was what I was tryin' to do

And not seein' that lovin' you

Was what I was tryin' to do

(Oooohh)

NOTE: Yes I DO know this is Rascal Flatt's song "What Hurt's The Most", but I write story's, not

lyrics, so please don't be all like "Oh blah blah blah!" About that, because honestly, I know! Gosh,

I wish I could write songs too, but I am very sorry, and sorry to 'Calypso' I don't know how to write

songs, so, I'll get 'Calypso' mentioned another way- other then that, enjoy the story :)

Chapter Twelve

I was out in the cafeteria place when I was suddenly joined by David, which was nice. He was touring me around, and explaining the WOLFF Virus a lot. It was great to have at least one "friend" around, or at least until I got to see Alex, Adam, Brad, Moira, Sara, *Selena, and of coarse Phil again. I found myself thinking about him a lot lately. A tear trickled down my cheek. "Hey, what's wrong?" David asked, as he approached my table with two small containers of apple sauce and a brownie square. "Hm? Oh, just thinking about someone..." I answered truthfully. I really missed Phil, and his daily jokes- he always seemed to have an uplifting mood. I was always just so distracted by something, that I couldn't really miss Phil. Then I remember the song Phil wrote when I was 14. Calypso, I think it was called. "I know what you mean, I really miss my girlfriend- well, ex girlfriend now..." David said, after a moment of awkward silence. I nodded and sniffled while wiping my eyes. "If you talk about it, it might make you feel better." he suggested, that's something Phil would have said. I sighed. Here goes.

After an hour of explaining and crying, David seemed to finally understand- Phil was there my whole life, he was better then any big brother, and I loved him, I just didn't know how yet. Why was life so hard at times? "Sound's like an amazing guy." David said, trying to comfort me. But the truth was, Phil was an amazing guy, and I really hadn't noticed it, until my chance was gone- why was I such a loser?! I looked down at my hand, the gold band that Phil had engraved "L.O.V.E" on the inside, was on my finger, I usually wore as a necklace but as a ring, whatever I touched, it felt as though, Phil touched it as well. That comforted me, because I didn't know exactly where I was, or when I was leaving. 

~*~Phil's Point Of View~*~

Ever since I found out that there had been a car accident, and that the Wilson twins and Ice had disappeared and Alex was in the hospital- then being transfered out into an I.C.U in the middle of no where, I couldn't feel anything but numb. All the McCaine's were home, except the two I wanted to see in the house. I went up into Ice's room- walls painted black with soft pink hearts painted overtop, her computer, her clothes and jewelery- except the ring I had gave her... Everything was there except her, I couldn't bear it! I forced myself to do what I promised myself not to, run from every problem I had. But what else could I do? The people I knew weren't trust worthy, I couldn't go to anyone anymore, they all disappeared, and Alex was in hospital. So I got into my beaten up old chevy, and went as fast as that baby could take me to where I went when all things weren't going my way- The Cove. I knew for a fact, that that was exactly where all the druggies hid their stash- no cops checked out The Cove any more, it was useless, unless you wanted to get jabbed with a random needle, thanks but, no thanks. I remembered that my old guitar was in the bed of my truck, I had taken it out to my grandfathers to play for him, and I just needed to get somewhere to play her song, to play Ice's song.

Chapter Eleven

~*~Adam's Point Of View~*~

I was in some over sterile hospital thing- WHY the hell?! "Ahem." Someone cleared their throat, I spun on my heals, finding myself face to face with some guy wearing a stethascope. "I see you haven't been properly aroused." He said in a monotone voice. What the hell was this guy saying? "Sir, I'm going to ask you to replace your shirt." He said, coughing once. I blinked. What? I looked down- OH SHIT! I rolled my head "What kind of a bloke doesn't tell a guy that kind of a thing?!" I inquired. Wow, my accent was a tad bit thick. "I see it speaks." A woman said walking into the room. "Tony- I said I wanted our test subjects to be au natureal." the woman said looking me up and down. What? Two tattoo's and three peircings? What was I doing wrong? "Does this sheila got somm'in against Aussi's?" I asked. The look that crossed that 'Tony' dudes face was impecabile; it was anger mixed with fear mixed with shock. "Let's just let this one go Tanya..." The bloke said, hesitating. "No. He's already been infected." She said icily. Infected? I thought. "Infected with WHAT?!" I demanded. 

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?