My Recycling Bin

Once Upon A Lie

Reposting this!! Hope you all enjoy it! :)

It's going to be written in third person and it's really just going to be a drama. So I'm going to give that a shot to see how it goes :)

Happy reading!

Kat :)

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Chapter One

Wyatt Johnson was parked outside the Clements house like he did every weekday. He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the dashboard as he waited for Ivy in his parent's dark yellow Ford Focus- which he surprisingly loved despite it's girlish look.

Normally, Wyatt would wait for Ivy inside, but since the Clements are undergoing some serious renovations on their small suburban house; Ivy made him wait outside. It's not like he didn't mind waiting for her while her house was a wreck, because it wouldn't be the first time he saw their house in a whirlwind. In fact, Wyatt hardly ever saw their house in good shape. The Clements always had a new project to work on; whether it was redoing the kitchen counters, putting in parquet floors, or painting the exterior walls. This time, it was a bigger project. Mr. Clements decided to put in an add-on bedroom, so the whole backside of the house is under construction.

Before Wyatt could fall asleep to the sound of the radio playing soft rock in the background, Ivy fumbled out of the front door; her backpack slung over one shoulder, her long dark brown hair pulled messily into an up-do, and her black jacket was covered in a white sleet. Her little sister, Lea, was following closely behind; an almost exact replica of Ivy, with the exception of the eyes. Ivy had these green eyes that swirled into a light brown near the iris. Eyes that bore laughter in every glance. Eyes that Wyatt wouldn't mind staring into for the rest of his life. Eyes that was a big distinction for Ivy and her little sister.

"Sorry for the wait, Wyatt." Ivy said as she slide into the car. "Someone decided to change her outfit after my dad took down the back wall." Ivy was glaring back at Lea who was just shrugged.

"I'm sorry that I don't want to go to school looking like a snowman." Lea countered.

"It's not like you have to impress anybody there, everyone in this town has already seen you, Lea." Ivy said, rolling her eyes.

Lea said something incoherent, which Wyatt and Ivy ignored.

Wyatt looked back at Ivy. He looked over her black jacket and laughed. "So, that explains all the white stuff." He reached forward and wiped off the dust from her sleeve and smiled.

"Yeah, sorry if it gets all over your seats." Ivy smiled innocently.

He returned a smile and pulled away from the curb, heading down the winding street of Coyote Ridge.

Ivy's smile was something that Wyatt always loved. It was something that stayed consistent since they were seven. The same upward curve, the light it brings to her bright eyes and the same effect it had on Wyatt. A feeling that Wyatt never wanted to recognize until the weekend at The Clements lake house.

To him, Ivy was always the same little girl that he met on his first day in the second grade, his first friend, and now, his best friend. But, there was something about the way the moonlight hit the soft water, creating a glow to Ivy's cheeks, highlighting her delicate face. The way Ivy laid her head against his strong shoulder, with the chilly, June air sending shivers down her slender body, allowing him to wrap his arms around her for warmth. That moment changed the way he looked at her; too bad he couldn't tell if she returned the feeling.

Wyatt pulled into the student parking lot five minutes later. He zipped into an open parking space between a large red pickup truck and a blue BMW. He cut the engine and looked back at Ivy.