Hello everyone! This is a special story I wrote for Ultimateportalmaster
's birthday, featuring his characters! This did take quite some time, considering I don't have a lot of time anymore to sit down and write. I know this story probably features many characters you don't know, so if you're curious, just ask a question in the comments. It can be about the story itself, characters, or anything you might have. Me and him will both try our best to answer it as soon as possible. I hope you like it!
With the sun peaking above the towering pine trees, there was a cascade of light and warmth throughout the hustle of town. The atmosphere had an effect on the townsfolk; many strolled along the pathway with perked up expressions while conversing with one another. Alexander, one of the people among the crowd, walked quietly to himself, taking in the variety of sights and aromas that flowed about the town. He searched for one of the various stores along the pathway to pick up a few items he needed. Around one of the curves, a wheeled cart could be seen parked beside a store that scaled smaller than the rest of the stores. "Here we are." He said to himself while entering the shop. Shelfs of random items surrounded the small store along with a single counter that was placed in the middle. A man with a sun-kissed tan and ruffled up hair was rummaging around underneath the counter. Alexander quietly approached forward, clearing his throat. "Um, Mark?" "Oh! Goodness!" He popped up to reveal a pearly grin. "Well if it isn't Mister Alexander! How's it going?" He asked, propping his arm upon the counter. "I'm quite alright today, thank you." He replied with a smile underneath his greyed mustache. "So what will it be today? No wait! Let me guess!" He exclaimed before Alexander could respond. He went back to rummaging around and came back up with a few items in his hand. "Blueprint paper, pens, a notebook and some magazines?" He chuckled as Mark laid out the items neatly in front of him. "My, I guess I've been here so many times. You know me so well." "Well of course! After all, you are a daily customer." Alexander nodded in agreement as he handed Mark his payment. "Thank you kindly! Oh, before you leave, I have one more thing for you." "Hmm?" He looked up as he was packing up his items into the satchel tucked underneath his arm. Mark reached into his pocket and handed him a small booklet. "Here's a little something-something regarding the Bermuda Ball. The whole Bermuda Triangle is buzzing about it, especially since it's tomorrow!" He said with a look of anticipation. "Hmm. I see." He said, flipping through some of the pages. "How about you? Are you attending?" He asked. "I'll think about it. Thank you kind sir." He replied while tucking the booklet into his satchel. "No problem, Good day Alex!" Mark waved goodbye as he exited the store with his items. Just like before, he quietly strolled back through the pathway towards the end of town. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote, then pressed a button. It revealed a hidden airship that was parked near the shore. Looking around to make sure nobody was observing, Alex sat himself in the vehicle and sat his bag in the other seat. After being powered on, the airship began to hover from the ground. He took one last glance at the sights of Pinewood before making his way towards Saltwater.
The sandy shores of the inhabited Saltwater island laid below the airship. Alexander observed the area, pinpointing the usual sights he saw on a daily basis. None the less, he enjoyed being able to take in the view achieved by flying above the islands. He steered the ship near the backside of Saltwater, where a more murky "island" was located. The island contained a small dormant volcano with a built-in landing base located at the top. The airship hovered over the volcano before making its landing. Alexander then grabbed his bag and made his way over towards the entrance, which acted as an elevator for the many floors the volcano had. He pressed one of the buttons beside the door that indicated as a mic. "Sir Evans, I've arrived back home with some items for the both you and Ivory." He exclaimed, waiting patiently for his response. "Meh, proceed..." he muttered back, activating the metal doors to open. Alexander pressed another button that lead the doors down towards Trevor's laboratory. He proceeded to knock on another set of doors. "May I come in sir?" He asked politely. The doors opened silently, revealing Trevor cooped up at his desk while echoes of classical music fluttered throughout the lab. "Good afternoon Trevor, how is your work?" He asked again, walking over towards his side. "What does that mean? You know that my work is always great." He corrected, spinning around in his chair to face him. "So, where's that stuff you picked up for me?" He reached over and started searching through Alexander's bag. "O-oh, well it should be-" "Right here. I found it." Trevor said, pulling out the blueprint paper and the pens. He pushed them aside on his desk and began going back to work. "Thanks.." he turned his chair around and went back to work. "You're quite welcome sir, how's Ivory doing? "Don't know, she's probably writing or something.." "Well alright then, I'll go check up on her." He said, closing his bag back up and exiting the lab. After reaching the middle floor of the volcano, Alexander walked down the hallway and knocked on the second door. "Mrs. Elaine?" "Just a second." The sound of footsteps headed towards the door. "What's up?" Ivory asked as she stood in front of the doorway. "I just came by to give you that journal you requested; I also picked up some magazines for you to read since I know you like looking through them." He smiled while handing her the items. "Thank you." She said simply, leaning over to give him a hug. He chuckled lightly and returned the gesture." it's nice to have someone who isn't such a sourpuss." "I'm guessing Trevor isn't in the greatest mood? "Well he seems normal, just impatient that's all." He exclaimed while Ivory flipped through her magazines. She noticed one of them was much smaller than the others. She pulled out the booklet Mark had given him and observed it. "Bermuda Ball? What's that?" She looked up at him with a curious gaze. "Ah, that was just something small Mark had given me. The Bermuda Ball has been around for quite some time now. I personally have never taken interest in it." Alexander explained, watching her read some of the information in the booklet. "Shall I leave you be?" He asked. "I suppose. Thank you." He nodded and walked away from her room as she quietly headed back towards her bed. Ivory thought back to her past days attending parties while observing the booklet. All of them were uptight, formal, and had relations to her father's company. She remembered all the manners she had to learn, all the people she had to converse with, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and cringe at her own thoughts. Although the thought of a party wasn't pleasant to her, she couldn't help but find the Bermuda Ball intriguing. The booklet provided photos of previous parties that showcased the atmosphere along with the flamboyant apparel the people wore. She read more into the information, learning that the ball was hosted by all 3 witches. "That must be a really big party. . ." she said to herself, envisioning how she interpreted the ball. While imagining, she suddenly thought of Trevor. She imagined him all dressed up, like one of the men shown in one of the pictures. Her pale cheeks flushed slightly. The thought then lead to an idea. What if Trevor found interest in going to the party? A smile creeped onto her face. "Maybe I should tell Trevor about this. . ." She placed the rest of her magazines on her bedsheets, then tucked the booklet in her arms. Eager to tell Trevor about the Bermuda Ball, she made her way towards his lab as she entered the elevator down the hallway. . .
Ivory's feet swayed back and forth in anticipation as she waited in the elevator. She fiddled with the booklet in her hands while listening intently to the humming of the machinery. When it reached the lab floor, she walked straight up to his door and knocked. "Open the door please." She said softly, standing patiently. The door opened within seconds, revealing the same sight as before. Trevor was huddled up at his desk, appearing to draw out something on one of his new sheets of paper. She crept up behind him and snatched his pen to catch his attention. "W-what? Hey! Give me that!" He demanded, reaching up to grab it. She tucked the booklet in her pocket and held the pen up high. "Not until you give me a proper hello and your full attention." She teased, sticking out her tongue. "Whatever, Butters-worth just got me some new pens, so suck it!" He said, sticking his tongue right back at her. Her expression switched to a glare, meaning she was serious. "Ugh, okay okay. Geez.." he said, discarding his cocky attitude. "Regardless of taking my belongings, it's nice to see you, my love.." he took ahold of her other hand and pecked it softly. Ivory giggled softly, then scooped Trevor up into her arms. "Nice to see you too, sourpuss." She replied, giving him a gentle kiss. His grouchy look now softened into a tender grin. "Alright, so what's up? Did you come in here to watch me work or what?" He asked while she placed him back down. "Well, it was more of a question." She pulled the booklet out of her pocket. "How would you feel about this?" She showed him the cover of the booklet. He grasped it, looking through the individual pages. Almost immediately, his expression changed back into a look of disgust. "Oh great, those stupid 'witches' are hosting that ball again!" Ivory's alacrity expression began to fade. "What?" "This ball is nothing but a meaningless party for a bunch of narrow-minded islanders to waltz about in their fancy attire. You wanted to know how I felt about it, well there you go." He put the booklet back in her hands and crossed his arms. "Why did you want to know anyways?" He asked, observing her sudden change in expression. Before she could even speak, he shushed her. "Wait, were you going to ask if I wanted to go?" "Well, yes. I just thought-" her sentence was cut off again with a sudden burst of muffled chuckling. "And just what is so funny?" Ivory said, her voice sounding louder than before. "Ivory, my arch nemesis is attending this party. He's not going to let me show my face there. Plus the party is super lame!" He answered, laying back in his chair. "What makes you say that?" She began tapping her foot. "I've been there. While everyone was dancing and babbling with one another, I hijacked the entertainment and ended up getting kicked out by the one and only, Mr. Pants!" He mocked. "Can't you just try?" "No way, I am not going back to that stupid Bermuda Ball.." he grumbled. "But-" "No buts! Both of us are staying here and that's final!" He barked, getting annoyed with her repeated comments. Ivory's face was seeped with frustration and anger. "You know what. Fine! I'm not wasting my breath on somebody who won't even let me finish one sentence!" She huffed, shoving the booklet back in her pocket. "I let you finish that one, Ivory." He corrected. The careless, smart remark lead to Ivory storming towards the exit. "Here's your pen back smartass!" She yelled, throwing it at him as she exited the room. "Ouch! Hey! Now listen here-" Ivory was already heading back up inside the elevator. Trevor groaned in aggravation. "Great! Now I can't even concentrate on my work.." He groaned, throwing the pen across the room.
As Ivory stormed out of the elevator, Alexander came up to her in alarm. "Mrs. Elaine, is everything alright?" He asked. "No, it's not." She stated in a low, stern tone. She attempted to enter her room, but her arm was grasped. "Now now. Don't be so tense Madame. Here, cool off on your bed while I brew up some chamomile." He said, attempting to reassure her stress. "Fine." She murmured. She walked over and settled down onto her bed, pushing aside the magazines from earlier. Within a few minutes, he came back into the room with two mugs of tea. "Careful, it's hot." He warned, handing her one of the mugs. "Thanks.." she sighed, sitting the mug in her lap. "I heard muffled quarreling downstairs. What happened?" "I tried to ask Trevor about the both of us going to the Bermuda Ball." She said, carefully swishing her tea around. "I see. What motivated you to ask him?" "I just thought maybe it could be a date or something. We haven't exactly been out since, well, you know.." she looked over, observing the faded scars plastered up with rose vines across her arms. "Did you tell him it would be a date?" "I couldn't, he kept going off about how much he hated the party!" "Hey now, drink up. It will calm your nerves." Ivory took a sip of her tea, then exhaled. "I wish Trevor would listen more, whenever he acts the way he does sometimes, I can't help but get the same feelings I got whenever my father spoke to me." Her eyes looked dampened with welled up tears. "I hate feeling that way, especially towards the person I love, you know?" She took another sip of tea to hide her quivering lips. Alexander took a sip of his tea and placed it down on a nearby nightstand, then wrapped an arm around her. "Chin up Ivory, I would assume Trevor is just frustrated with his work. Whenever he realizes he's done something wrong, he almost always comes to you, does he not?" "Well, yeah." She placed her tea down and took out the booklet once more. "That doesn't change the fact that he doesn't want to go, I mean, look at this." She flipped to the page where the pictures were. "I can't help but imagine how wonderful it would be. I might have been to many parties, but I've never been to one with another person.." she let out another sigh, then placed the booklet aside. "Finish up your tea. I'll go try and talk to Trevor about this situation." He patted her back and got up from her bed. "Hopefully he's cooled off by now, just hang right alright Mrs?" She nodded silently. He carefully shut the door and walked over to use the elevator. Before he could press the down button, Trevor was already making his way up to their current floor. "Oh?" Alexander stepped aside as the doors opened. "Sir Evans, what's the problem?" "It's called a lot of eavesdropping, and security cameras." He stated, beginning to approach Ivory's door. "Well. All I can say Trevor is that to be gentle. Listen." He whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. He took a deep breath. "I know, but, thanks anyway.." Alexander headed towards his room to give both of them some privacy in their conversation. Trevor looked up at the door and hesitantly knocked to catch her attention. . .
Ivory had heard the sounds of Trevor's scruffy voice, making her hesitant to answer. "Hey uh, it's Trevor. Could you open up please?" He asked. Ivory finished the rest of her tea and walked towards the door. When she opened it, she stood there, staring down at Trevor with a piercing glare. Feeling intimidated, Trevor gulped and began to speak. "May I come in?" He stuttered, rubbing the back of his head. She silently pushed the door forward and headed back towards her bed, moving the magazines and placing them on her desk. "Well, um, am I allowed to sit down?" "Yes." She said bluntly while sitting back down on her bed. "Okay, okay.." he cautiously placed himself beside her, anxiously twiddling his fingers. Noticing that one of her hands were placed onto the blankets, he carefully crept one of his hands towards hers. Ivory moved her hand and glanced at the side. "You know, it gets really difficult to talk to you whenever you start acting like Gerald 2.0, you know that right?" Ivory's comment stung Trevor like a bee sting, making him wince in guilt. After a moment of silence, Trevor came to a conclusion of acceptance. "Ivory, I know sometimes you may see me as your father, but. . ." He took ahold of one of her hands and fondled it gently. "The one thing I know I can do that he never did was apologize, and mean it." He said, looking at her. "I know you probably don't believe me, and I know you're still mad about the whole ball thing, however I can prove to you I'm sorry." "How?" "Tomorrow, me and you are going to go out to Pinewood and talk to Cornelius." Ivory looked over in shock. "Talk to him?" "Yup. Although I hate suggesting it, he's the one way we're going to get tickets to the Bermuda Ball, if we're lucky enough to get some.." he said. "Tickets or no tickets, I still want to make it up to you. Alright?" Ivory's previous feelings of anticipation became flooding back into her along with her flushed smile. She turned herself and pulled Trevor into a deep embrace. "Thank you, Trevor." She said between a sigh of relief. Trevor gladly accepted the embrace, burying his face into her shoulder. "No problem. Man this feels great.." his grip felt secure and tense. She chuckled and ruffled his buzzcut. "Alright mister clingy, it's getting pretty late. Maybe we should get some rest.." Although Trevor urgently wanted to complete more of his blueprints, he settled down and proceeded to remove his leather jacket. "You don't mind me sleeping here do you?" He asked while setting his jacket in the floor. "I don't mind, just make sure no more smart comments come out of your mouth." She settled herself into the silk blankets and let out a long yawn while Trevor switched the lamp off. "Please go to sleep okay? I don't want you to pass out in your lab later." "I won't I won't, relax" he assured, resting his head among the pillows. Trevor felt Ivory's warmth near him, creating a soothed feeling in his body. "Goodnight my love~. He whispered, wrapping himself among her chest. "Goodnight Trevor, sleep well.." she pecked his cheek and relaxed herself into a deep sleep.
The sounds of a fainted voice buzzed in Ivory's ear. She was currently in the state of unconsciously being awake. Soon enough, she began making out words and felt two hands steadily shaking her. "Hey! Wake up before I change my mind about going!" Trevor repeated, raising his voice each time. Ivory's face scrunched up in annoyance. "Shush." She peeped, slowly rising from her pillow while rubbing her temples. "It's about time. I've been trying to wake you up for 5 minutes now!" He huffed. "Alright alright, I'm awake! Now please stop; you're giving me a headache." She grumbled, using the same tone as before. "I'm not trying to repeat last night, it's the fact that the ball is today. If we want tickets and the time to get ready, we need to leave very soon!" He slipped on his jacket left on the floor and began getting dressed. "Here, put this on." He balled up a T-shirt imprinted with Edgar Allan Poe and tossed it at her. "Thanks.." she chuckled, slipping on the shirt and throwing on a pair of jeans. "So where do you think we're gonna find him?" She asked while gathering her thick raven locks. "Easy, I have bots planted around Pinewood that spy on Mr. Pants. That way we'll know exactly where he is.." he explained with an arrogant grin. "That's right. I remember you telling me that a while back when I first came here." she tied her bedhead into a high bun, then slipped into her ankle boots. "Alrighty then. Now let's get this over with.." Trevor lead Ivory out of the bedroom and made their way towards a section of his lab. Various screens and a section of buttons were laid out neatly at a separate desk. "Alright, let me just pull up a few of these cameras. . ." He sat down in the chair and typed up a few commands; various shots in Pinewood now popped up on the screens. He scanned each screen carefully. "Bingo." "Already? You found him?" "Yup. He's heading into his little wife's hair salon." He pointed at one of the screens that displayed Cornelius entering a small shop. "By the time we get there, he should be leaving, however just to be sure. . ." He injected one of his metal fingers into a USB port located on the bottom of the screen. Imported data began popping up on the surface of his artificial eye. "I'll be keeping an 'eye' on him" he sneered, radiating a mischievous grin. Ivory let out a small giggle. "Man, you're such a nerd." "Well if I wasn't one, you wouldn't be standing in this wonderful laboratory." He shot back defensively. Her giggles escalated. "Okay, no need to get defensive. Shall we head up to the airship?" "Definitely. I'll take the wheel." "What? No fair!" Ivory pouted. "Hey don't push your luck." He joked. The two of them exited the laboratory, then headed their way up towards the landing base.
Ivory relaxed herself in her seat, feeling the breeze brush against her cheeks. "How close are we?" She questioned, opening one of her eyes. "Were about to land, be patient." He answered, hovering the ship over the shore. "Try telling yourself that before telling me." She corrected, flashing him a look. Trevor rolled his eyes, then gently landed the ship on the ground. "Alright. Let's go hunt us a hillbilly!" He activated the ship to turn invisible, then lead Ivory to the entrance of town. It wasn't long before a few of the townsfolk noticed the two of them walking along the pathway. One of them gasped, "Villains!" Another glared at them grimly. "Geez, you'd think people would be worried more about the party huh?" "No kidding, but who cares! I'm only focused on finding one person." He shrugged, searching for the hair salon. Around the corner, a man dressed in baggy trousers and a feathered top hat could be seen exiting a small shop. "Good bye sweetheart, keep up the lovely work!" He cooed sweetly, blowing a kiss before leaving. "There's our man. Let's go!" He whispered as he paced up behind him. He cleared his throat loudly. "*Ahem*!" Cornelius shuttered and came to a halt. He hesitantly turned around, recognizing the hoarse voice. "Trevor! Just what do you think you're doing in town before the party?" He asked with a scornful look. "Rude much?" He muttered to Ivory. "Don't think you're going to be causing any trouble at the party, I will stop you if anything happens!" "Listen, do you see a weapon in my hand? No? I didn't think so.." Trevor grumbled. "I'm not here to fight or start trouble for once, I'm here to ask you a question." Cornelius's expression changed; he began looking around confusingly. "What's your question then?" "Do you think you can spare two tickets for the dance?" Cornelius looked even more puzzled. "Pardon me?" "You heard me. Two tickets. One for me, one for Ivory." "I'm afraid I can't do that." "And why is that?!" Trevor barked, beginning to looked infuriated. "Considering last year and the fact that there's going to be many people there, I don't want to risk another incident. I also don't want anything to get stolen.." Cornelius said, glancing at Ivory while finishing his sentence. She began blushing in embarrassment, which angered Trevor even more. "That's the most ridiculous excuse I've ever heard! I have the money, I have no weapons, just give me the tickets!" He barked, stepping closer to Cornelius. Several people surrounding them observed the quarrel, including the people inside the hair salon. One of the women working in the shop made her way towards the door and stepped outside. "For the love of Bermuda, can the both of you take this somewhere else? I have many hairstyles to get done today!" The lady said, brushing back her long hazel locks in frustration. Cornelius looked up at her in slight regret. "Forgive me Cheryl, but these two are trying to ask me for a ticket to the Bermuda Ball tonight." He pointed out, crossing his arms. Her frustrated look changed into curiosity. "Oh? How come?" She asked, looking over at Ivory and Trevor. "We just want to attend! Ivory and I have been needing something to do together, don't you know how agonizing it gets lounging around in a volcano everyday? Oh wait, that's right. You don't..." Trevor glared at Cornelius, folding his arms as well. "Now that's enough! Trevor-" "Honey, a word please?" Cheryl asked, taking ahold of one of his arms. Cornelius took a deep breath, then nodded. She lead him away from the commotion and behind a nearby corner. "Cornelius. This seems like a wonderful opportunity, I feel like this could be chance for the both of us to try and get along with them!" She said, beaming an eager smile. "I get that Cheryl, but you know how big the Bermuda Ball is. Everyone is attending, if either of them were to pull another move, Matilda may end up kicking them out. For good." He said, taking off his cap and sliding back his comb-over. "That's why we need to let them go! Trevor only wants to do something with Ivory, if we refuse such a simple request, that's just going to tempt him to cause more trouble!" She argued. "I know you try and do what's best for the people of Pinewood, but not giving them a chance won't make anything better. You can't expect change if opportunities aren't given.." she said softly, gazing at Cornelius heavily. Her words floated around within his mind, leading to him coming to a conclusion. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt... As long as we keep an eye on them, I'll allow them to come." He said with a smile. "Yes! Thank you so much honey!" She jumped into an embrace, giggling in excitement. "If it means seeing you smile, it's no problem at all.." he responded, happily wrapping her in his arms. "Come on, let's go tell them the good news!"
Ivory and Trevor conversed quietly to one another, waiting for the others to come back with an answer. "Do you think we'll be able to go?" Ivory asked, looking doubtful. Trevor sighed, feeling remorse for his poor attitude. "I'm not sure babe, but, either way, we're gonna do something together." He said, holding her hand and flashing her a confident smile. "Hey you two!" Cheryl greeted them along with Cornelius. "After some time to talk, we both agreed it's best if we let you come. Here you go." He removed his hat again and handed two tickets to Trevor. He look stunned. "Wait, seriously? You aren't going to try and run me out of Pinewood?" On the other hand, Ivory's face beamed with joy. She pumped her fists in the air, silently cheering in achievement. "There is one teensy thing though." "And what exactly would that teensy thing be?" Trevor asked. "Well considering the party is formal, Cheryl thought it would be nice if both of us were to help you get ready!" He added. Ivory and Trevor turned to each other, looking skeptical. "Ivory, I'll be helping you get ready while my husband helps Trevor. Does that sound nice?" She asked, waiting for a response. Although Ivory didn't like the sound of spending the day with her, she hesitantly agreed. Trevor however took the situation differently. "All I asked for was two tickets, not a day to get medi-pedis with my arch nemesis.." he muttered with a grouchy expression. Cheryl came over and whispered in his ear. "I'll make sure to have a lovely surprise waiting for you before the party. I'll make Ivory stunning!" Trevor tapped a finger on his chin, then sighed. "Fine. You're lucky I don't have any fancy clothes back at the lair.." he stuck his nose in the air, looking at Cornelius over his shoulder. "Alrighty then! Well, see you two ladies later! Bye honey!" He grabbed ahold of Trevor's jacket sleeve and lead him away from the others. "Wait what? Now? I didn't agree to this!" Trevor remarked, looking back at Ivory with a look of regret. She only smirked, waving goodbye to him and Cornelius. "Alright sweetie, looks like me and you have some work to do!" She rushed back into her shop for a moment, then popped back out. "Sorry, I was just telling my workers that we would be gone for a little dress shopping. How does that sound?" She glanced up at her. "Yeah, sure." Ivory mumbled, looking aside at the ground. Cheryl hesitated for a moment, but quickly regained her positive outlook. "Great then! I know just the place!" Cheryl guided Ivory along the pathway as others stared at them in confusion. Ivory's thoughts were scattered all over the place. Why was Cheryl acting as if nothing has happened? Her voice was sweet and coated to the brim, not to mention her exaggerated smiles. The thought of wearing another dress also displeased her, knowing her past years consisted of nothing but ballet flats and formal wear. While her thoughts dragged on, she walked silently next to Cheryl, listening only to the sounds around her, and her mind.
"So how's everything been? It must be really exciting to go to this party huh?" Cheryl said, attempting to make conversation. Ivory looked at her askance. "Good, I guess.." she answered quietly. Cheryl noticed Ivory's behavior, and how her body language indicated signs of tension. "Are you sure? You seem a little uptight.." "Yes. It's fine." She answered again. Cheryl couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her tone along with her presence. None the less, she continued to lead her towards one of the stores. It was a small boutique. "Here we are! One of my dear friends runs this shop, hopefully we can get you something." She opened the door politely. "Come on, don't be shy!" Ivory slowly made her way into the shop. To her demise, many women and men hurried about in the shop trying to pick up last minute outfits for themselves. "Oh my, looks like we came at a busy time! Good thing I have mine picked out early." She said while looking around for her friend. Ivory felt her anticipation draining. Not only did she feel her personality was over the top, but the fact she continued to treat her like a completely different person irritated her immensely. "Yoo hoo! Ruby! I know you're here!" Cheryl called out. "Ah! Cheryl my darling! Thank goodness you are here!" She made her way through the people in her shop and warmly greeted her, pecking both of her cheeks. "Haven't you already gotten your dress?" "Yeah, but my guest hasn't! I'm sure you've met Ivory right?" Cheryl stepped aside to introduce her. Ivory's cheeks were dusted pink as Ruby gazed at her judgmentally. "Ah, yes. I do believe I've heard of her.." "Nice to meet you?" Ivory extended her hand. Ruby shook her hand awkwardly, then cleared her throat. "Well Ivory, I must say you picked a very bad time to shop for an outfit. Many of our clothes have been taken already. Still, you are free to look around." She stated, turning back around. "Dresses are that way." She pointed to one of the signs. After that, she sashayed away. "Don't worry Ivory, I'm sure we can find something for you to wear!" Cheryl turned to face her, but she seemed to have disappeared. "Huh?" Cheryl began to look for Ivory among the crowd of people, trying to figure out where she might have gone. Cheryl first checked the dress department, it was merely stocked with anything. "Hmm, not here.. oh! Maybe she's in the t-shirts! She seems pretty 'laid back'" she said to herself, making a wave gesture with her hand. She peeked over in the next aisle. "Aha! Oh.." a stranger with similar hair was shopping. "Haha, sorry!" She waved goodbye to the lady and went back to searching. "Man, where are you?" She thought, feeling a sense of worry. She looked up and saw Ivory waiting in line with an outfit. "Ivory! There you are!" She said with relief, causing some of the folk around her to stare. She kept quiet. "Wait, are you already done?" "Yup." But how? It's only been a few minutes!" Ivory handed Cheryl a worn down photo of an outfit from one of Ruby's magazines. "So you just grabbed this outfit?" "Yup." "O-oh! Well just tell me when you're done paying-" "I just did." She said, putting up her wallet and taking her bagged outfit. Ivory walked out of line, heading straight towards the door. "Hey, wait for me!" Cheryl cried out as they both exited the store.
Cheryl felt Ivory distancing herself from her, leaving her to feel a little distraught. "So, how come you didn't let me see you with the outfit on?" She asked, trying to break the silence. "Didn't need to, I already knew what I wanted." She said. "How come you didn't buy a dress?" "Dresses don't appeal to me, at all." She replied, looking and sounding offended. "Well if I recall, you used to wear them whenever we first met." Cheryl said, looking a little unsure. Ivory appeared to be physically aggravated. "Well a lot of things have changed since then, now haven't they?" She cracked an oblivious fake smile, then glanced away. "Oh dear.. this is going a lot worse than I thought. . ." Cheryl thought, placing a hand on her forehead, "Now then, let's head back to my shop. I'm sure it shouldn't be terribly busy by now." She smiled again, only to have Ivory turn her face aside. Cheryl took a deep breath, still keeping ahold of her positivity. "Alright, here we are again!" She peeked into the glass windows, then turned back to Ivory. "Well, I guess we still are pretty busy.. but it's okay! You're my customer now, and I'm going to make your hair look stunning!" She exclaimed with pride, leading her into the shop. Many of the people greeted Cheryl with great pleasure while Ivory traveled behind her. Cheryl swept around one of the empty chairs quickly, then placed the broom aside. "Alright dear, take a seat and I'll be right back with you! Try and think about what hairstyle you might like!" Ivory stared into the mirror placed in front of her, studying her reflection intently. While looking, she began noticing others around her; they switched their eyes towards her while also whispering to one another. To help settle her nerves, she picked up one of the magazines on a nearby table, then began looking through the variety of haircuts the store offered. Ivory tried to focus her mind onto the text she was reading, but kept locking it on the conversations behind her. "Isn't that the girl from earlier?" "Yeah, she's the one with Trevor." "Let's just hope she doesn't start a riot. Bermuda forbid she attends the party tonight.." The two girls ended their conversations with faint snickers. Ivory felt herself clenching the magazine tightly to the point where the ends of the pages crinkled. Trevor usually helped her to discard other's remarks and opinions. Now that she was by herself, she felt flustered, embarrassed, infuriated. Her mind was swarming in the comments made by Cheryl, Cornelius, Ruby, the people around her. Looking back up in the mirror, she saw her face plastered in a seeping red. She had enough. She was going to find Trevor and call off the dance. She quickly arose from her seat, avoiding any contact with the other people in the store. She swiped up her bag, then urgently made her way outside. . .
While carrying a couple of shampoo bottles and hairspray, Cheryl popped back out from the back of the store. "Here are some refills girls! We'll definitely need...it?" Cheryl noticed Ivory missing from her chair. "Oh please don't tell me she cut her hair herself!" She said aloud, quickly handing the bottles to one of her workers and raced towards the door. "Told you." The girl whispered as she watched Cheryl quickly search around outside. "Ivory? Ivory where are you?" She called out, feeling a sense of panic. She caught Ivory pacing off in the distance. "Ivory! Wait! Come back!" Cheryl dashed towards her while quickly fixing her bun. Ivory halted, then turned around to face her dead in the eye. "Thank goodness you stopped, phew..." she panted. "Why did you just leave?!" "I can't do this anymore. The comments, the looks, the snickers, the thoughts in my brain. I'm done." Ivory said, her eyes glistening within her gaze. "Ivory..." "Just stop pitying me! I know you and your husband probably think I'm just a big thief, nothing more, nothing less!" She yelled, clenching her bag. "That's not true! Ivory just please-" "Then explain why anything I do comes off as a big threat to everyone..." Cheryl hesitated, studying the anger and hurt on Ivory's face. "I'm listening." She repeated. Cheryl looked down at the ground, letting out a big sigh. "Ivory, I know you and Trevor aren't in good terms in the eyes of other people, including my husband, however that doesn't mean that what they think is true..." She stepped closer to Ivory, placing a hand on her tensed shoulder. "I'm only trying to spend some time with you, to actually get the know how you really are... you know?" Ivory continued to look towards the ground, however she listened carefully to what Cheryl was saying. "Come on, let's go sit down. You look extremely stressed out.." Cheryl lead Ivory to a nearby bench and sat next to her. "Tell me what's going on in here." She tapped the side of Ivory's head to indicate what she meant. Ivory placed her bag down and ran her hands through her tied up locks. "I'm trying my best to do this, however it's gotten extremely difficult ever since you've started dragging me around town to let others belittle me." Ivory uttered, her voice appearing unsteady and hoarse. Cheryl began to think back to earlier, realizing the different reactions others expressed towards Ivory. Her thoughts were broken by a faint sniffle. Silent tears streamed on the side of Ivory's cheeks. Cheryl let out a small gasp. "Oh my, Ivory sweetie I'm so sorry.." Cheryl quickly dug around in her purse and pulled out a small handkerchief. Ivory accepted it, then proceeded to wipe her dampened cheeks. "I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of other people Ivory, I was just really excited to get you all dolled up for the party! We haven't exactly talked since, you know..." "My father, I know." Ivory finished, sitting down the handkerchief. Cheryl looked saddened, heartbroken at the sight of Ivory's melancholy expression. "Is there anything I can do? I want to make sure you're okay before we do anything else..." she placed her hand on Ivory's, then met her hazel eyes with hers. "I want you and Trevor to have a good time at the party, so please. Tell me what I can do." Her compassion and willingness helped Ivory alleviate her overwhelmed feelings. She took another heavy breath and began speaking. "Is there anyway we could get ready for the party without being in your salon?" "Why of course! I can explain the situation to the girls, then we can head back to my house. How does that sound?" "Better." Ivory agreed, revealing a small grin. "Is that a smile I see? My, what a miracle!" Cheryl rejoiced, pulling Ivory into a big hug. Ivory tensed from the sudden movement, but settled herself after a few seconds. "Alright, now let's get things rolling!" Cheryl declared, raising her fist in the air.
The two of them made a quick visit back to the salon; Cheryl cleared up the commotion between her workers and left them in charge of wrapping up the shop while they headed back to her home. Ivory felt at ease as she breathed in the crisp air of the afternoon. "Sure feels nice out huh?" "Yup! Pinewood is such a cozy town!" Cheryl said as she grasped her hand. "How do you think Cornelius and Trevor are doing Ivory? Do you think they're getting along?" Ivory hesitated for a moment to think.
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"For Bermudas sake, can you pretty please just pick a suit already? It's almost time for the party and I have to be there to help!" Cornelius urged while waiting outside a changing room. "Will you quit complaining? I'll have you know I have high taste in what I buy!" Trevor hissed back, taking a long look in the mirror. Cornelius reminded himself to breathe, then attempted to relax. "Oh yeah, now THIS is the one!" "Eureka!" Cornelius cried, a wave of relief flowing over him. "Wait, no this color doesn't match my complexion at all..." "Oh come on, it's been hours!"
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"Im sure Trevor is smart enough not to do anything before we go out." Ivory replied. "Yeah, me too! Oh I can't wait to see how both of them look in their outfits!" Cheryl squealed as they approached a small cottage. "Ah, home sweet home." She sighed, inhaling the scent of the flowers planted near the front of the house. "Come dear, I have a small kit of hair supplies I can use." She lead her upstairs towards their bedroom, then sat her down in front of her vanity. "Now, tell Mrs. Pants what kind of hairstyle you had in mind." She said, looking at her through the mirror. "Well, I did have one thing in mind." Ivory began pulling out another picture she brought with her. Cheryl gasped. "This is from my magazine isn't it? How sweet!" She studied the haircut that she requested, then observed her face shape. "So you're wanting something new huh? Well, I will happily do so." She pulled up a small kit and tied an apron around her waist. "Now, let's get to trimming." Cheryl said mischievously, holding up a pair of scissors to Ivory's bun.
Small piles of snipped locks scattered underneath the vanity chair. Cheryl softly hummed to herself as she blow-dried Ivory's dampened hair. After her hair appeared dry and poofy, she switched off the dryer and ran her fingers through her hair to shape her bangs. She stood back from Ivory, letting her observe the results. "Well? Go on now, don't be afraid to touch your own hair!" Ivory played around with her new bangs, then felt the layered back of her head. "Wow, I'm speechless..." her smile appeared to grow the more she felt it. "I love it. Thank you, Cheryl." "No problem! Oh! Oh my gosh!" She looked over at the clock. "Cornelius said to meet him here very soon! We need to get ready!" She quickly cleaned up the remaining hair and dumped it in a nearby trash can. The two of them scampered into separate rooms, slipping on their outfits and applying small amounts of makeup. Ivory felt slightly nervous, yet intrigued by the idea of what Trevor will show up in. Her envisions were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Ivory, are you done? I want to see your outfit!" Ivory shyly opened the door, but eventually stepped out to reveal herself. She was dressed in a sleeveless jumpsuit, one that was colored an ombré grey. The outfit revealed her tattoos and freckled shoulders, leaving Cheryl in awe. "What?" "Its, it's so beautiful! YOU look so beautiful!" She gawked, staring at her up and down. "Speak for yourself, I like your dress." Cheryl wore an olive colored dress with cascading layers. The dress was accompanied by her stunning necklace and a ribbon tied around the waist. "Why thank you!" She made a small spin to show off her look. "Say, how come you didn't style your hair?" "Easy, watch." Cheryl closed her eyes as her hair unraveled itself from a bun. Her hair began wrapping and twisting around; Ivory stepped back in shock, abstruse by how it was possible. Within a moment, Cheryl's hair was wrapped securely in a braided bun shaped like one of the blooming flowers in their garden. "How?" "Magic does wonders." Cheryl giggled, tapping her necklace with her finger. Suddenly, a knock could be heard from downstairs. "Honey? Are you home? We're coming in!" Cheryl's eyes lit up. "They're here. You wait here and I'll go greet them" Cheryl commanded, making her way out of the bedroom.
"I'm really glad you finally decided on your outfit, Trevor. That suit really 'suits' you." Cornelius joked, causing Trevor's eyes to roll. "Don't test my patience, I know I look good." Trevor remarked, adjusting his bow tie. "Lighten up, the party is just around the corner-" Cornelius became silent the minute he spotted Cheryl coming down the stairs. "Coming my love~" she purred, sliding herself down the staircase. Her dress ruffled and laid neatly as she landed herself in front of them. "Ta-da! What do you think? Do you like it?" Cornelius gazed in amazement. "Oh sweet Bermuda... what did I do to deserve you my sweet?" He said, scooping her up in his arms. She began to blush, then pecked his cheek. "What a gentlemen you are, I must say you look quite ravishing in that suit.." Cheryl said with a flirtatious tone. Trevor silently gagged, looking away from them. "Yeah okay, good for you, now where's the one thing you promised me Cheryl?" Trevor asked, continuing to look away. "Oh, I'm very sure that I haven't disappointed you..." Cheryl placed herself on the floor and let out a whistle. "Ivory! Come down here and show your man what a beaut you are!" The sound of the bedroom door opening could be heard; Trevor walked closer to the end of the stairs to get a better view. Ivory then braced herself to step into view. The sour look displayed on Trevor's face lightened within the second he caught a glimpse of her. He baffled over her bold appearance from head to toe. Ivory, delighted at the sight of Trevor, flashed him a flustered smile. Her smile shined through him, enough to make his iron heart melt. "Did you miss me?" Ivory asked, ruffling up his buzzcut once more as she stood in front of him. "Well aren't you just a sight for sore eye.." Trevor muttered lovingly, taking her hand and peppering it with kisses. Cheryl cupped her hands, gushing from the sight. "Oh Cornelius, isn't this precious?" "I will tell you though, this definitely makes up for how long it took for him to pick an outfit..." he chuckled, pulling Cheryl next to him. "Alright you love birds, how's about we attend us a party?" Cornelius teased while he was putting up their belongings. "I know I am, especially after witnessing this lovely display." Trevor commented, looking back at Ivory. "Well what are we waiting for? Let's move forward!" Cornelius cheered while the group tagged along behind him.
The four of them paired up with each other and walked calmly throughout town. Many of the shops were now closed; people bustled their way towards the town square, the location of the party. Cheryl turned her head to face Ivory and Trevor. "Are you guys excited?" "Um, yeah. Sure." Trevor responded quickly, looking steadily ahead. He fiddled with Ivory's hand anxiously, contemplating what would happen at the ball. Who was he kidding, he hasn't been to a social event in years, even decades! "Hey. Are you alright?" Ivory asked quietly, catching on with his twitchy behavior. Trevor perked up, shaking off his dreaded thoughts. "What? Of course I am! This ball is beneath me. I can handle this." He stated boldly, holding her hand with a confident grip. She listened to the unsteadiness in his voice, leading her to wrap her arm around his shoulders. "Hey. It's okay. I'll be here." Ivory assured, knowing she had experience with parties. Trevor only sighed to himself, attempting to hide his flushed cheeks. As they looked up, they spotted the town hall; the building was decorated radiantly with various lights. "Alrighty, you have your tickets, correct?" Cornelius asked, stopping for a moment. Ivory and Trevor nodded while pulling them out. "Good then! Now when we get there, I'll have to go in to make sure everything is set up correctly. Cheryl will help you turn in your tickets, that way you won't get thrown out." He informed, leading them to the entrance of the Ball. The area was packed, folks from all around Bermuda had shown up in their best attire. The amount of people alarmed Trevor, making his shoulders tense up. "Oh boy.." Trevor shuttered. Cornelius let out a hearty laugh. "Oh Trevor, don't be such a negative Nancy! It's a party, it's not going to hurt you!" He teased. "Now. Since I know someone is a bit impatient, I gave you both VIP tickets, meaning you won't have to drag along this line!" Cornelius added, glancing at Trevor with a smirk. "I appreciate it." Ivory thanked with a small smile. "Don't thank him, all he's doing is poking jokes at me.." Trevor grumbled underneath his breath. "Well farewell now! I will see you all shortly, take good care of them sweetie!" He pecked Cheryl's cheek, then began making his way towards another part of the building. "Oh goody! You guys are going to be so astonished by how great this ball is!" Come along now, we don't want to miss out!" She ushered them forward and walked along their side. As they passed the long line, many of the people waiting showed mixed emotions. Some of them were baffled by their attire, while others looked intimidated by their appearance. "Oh no, it's them!" "They better not crash the party again!" "What are they doing with Cheryl?" The comments kept flowing the further they went; Trevor snuffed them easily, however they caused Ivory to wince. Cheryl grabbed ahold of Ivory's other hand, reassuring her with a warm smile. At the top of the VIP line, one of the three mountain witches levitated at the front; she greeted people and kindly thanked them for attending. "Thank you for coming to the Bermuda Ball. Thank you very much. Thank-" Matilda halted her words the moment she caught a glance at the next people in line. Her face was stunned. "Now what exactly are you two doing here?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as her expression and tone narrowed. "Um. To party?" Trevor smiled nervously, gripping Ivory's arm tightly. Cheryl immediately showed her the three tickets. "They're with me! Don't worry, no trouble will happen!" She said confidently, turning around to wink at them. Matilda studied the tickets, then looked back up at them. She hesitantly accepted them. "Well, if that's the case, then welcome to the Bermuda Ball. Now if I hear one incident from you two tonight, there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?" She leaned forward, locking eyes on them. They both nodded, Trevor looking especially nervous. "Yes! Thank you!" Cheryl squeaked, pulling the other two away from the line and towards the towering entrance. "Are you guys ready to see the best ball in your lives?" "We get it Cheryl, can we just go in? Plus there's other people in line behind us.." "You're no fun!" She pouted, puffing up her cheeks. She quietly lead them through the packed crowd up in the front, revealing the full view of the inside.
They all stopped in awe, taking in the wonderful sights of the ballroom; fairy lights dangled and danced throughout the ceiling. The stage was accompanied with silk curtains and an enormous dance floor. To complete the area, a double-sided staircase stretched around the room, decorated with detailed exterior and more lights. Trevor's grip softened along with his shoulders. "Wow. Now THIS is a ball!" He exclaimed, continuing to look around. "Yeah. This is really nice." Ivory agreed. "Oh I'm so glad! Oh! The entertainment is about the start!" She pointed to the stage as the lights began to dim. Everyone began gathering, knowing that the music was about to start. Matilda came fluttering back in from the entrance, then set herself upon the stage. She softly cleared her throat and began to speak into the microphone set up on the stage. "Good evening Bermuda! How is everyone?" The crowd applauded cheerfully in response. "I'm very glad. As you all know, the Bermuda Ball has been an annual celebration for quite some time now. I'd like to start off with a little background for any newcomers." She proceeded to explain the meaning of the party, the decorations, the effort put into everything. Near the middle of her speech, a head poked out of the curtains. Another mountain witch quietly stood behind her, mimicking her movements, causing chuckles to erupt from the audience. "My? What's so funny?" She began to look around, then spotted her as she swooped up the mic. "Yeah yeah, okay Matilda. You've droned on about this for a while now. Look how dead the audience looks? It's almost like I'm back at my own island." She joked, causing another wave of laughter through the crowd. "Esmeralda. May I please finish my speech?" She asked, folding her arms. "Fine. Take it away sis." She handed her back the mic and floated back stage. "Now. Without further a do, please give it up for our wonderful entertainment for the night, provided by my lovely sister!" She flew aside while the audience cheered once more. The curtains unveiled a band, one all the way from Grimwater. It consisted of skeletons dressed up in formal attire. Esmeralda swooped the mic up once more. "Are you guys ready for one heck of a party?" She shouted, sending a roar of hype through the air. "Hit it boys!" The skeletons adjusted themselves and their instruments, then began to play. The party had officially begun.
The up-beat melodies of jazz soared through the room, making everyone feel lively and joyful. Cheryl had left Trevor and Ivory to themselves to enjoy the party. They stood among themselves, conversing while sipping on their beverages provided from the party. "How are you feeling?" Ivory asked, noticing how silent he was. "I will admit, the music was much better than last time. What kind of stupid idea was it to play club music at a ball anyway?" Ivory chuckled. "I'm not sure." She took another peek at Trevor's outfit, then stared off into the distance with rosy cheeks. "What's up with you?" He asked, nudging her lightly. "Oh nothing, I just think you look very lovely in that suit.." she looked back at him while a smile crept on her face. He grinned bashfully. "Come on now. This is nothing compared to what you're wearing. Look at you! You have a new hairdo and everything!" "Hey now, I thought you said you looked good, am I right?" She questioned. Trevor hesitated. "Erm- yes! I did say that! I do look good, I don't need your validation!" He boasted, placing his hands on his hips. Ivory laughed heavily, nearly choking up on her beverage. The moment lead to both of them laughing light-heartedly, something rare between them. While this happened, Cheryl wandered around the ballroom, happily greeting others as she walked by. "Cheryl! Darling, there you are!" A voice cried out from behind. Cheryl peeked up and turned around. "Ruby! You came!" "Well of course I did, it's such a sight to see your own work being worn on other people." She said, gazing around at all of the outfits people had bought from her. "What beauties they are, including yourself!" "Why thank you Ruby, I always love your dresses!" She twirled around happily. "Come my dear, our friends have been waiting for you!" Ruby lead Cheryl to a group of ladies circled up around the edge of the ballroom. They greeted her once more, then handed her a small drink. "Hey Cheryl! Looking good!" One of them said, admiring her outfit. "Oh thank you! You guys are too much!" She noticed some of the girls were looking off into another direction. "Hmm? What's everyone doing?" "Oh nothing, just looking at what those two are doing." Another said. Cheryl followed her eyes to the direction they were looking only to spot Ivory and Trevor. Many others glanced at them as well, looking confused and nervous from them. "Those two?" "Yup. How did they even get in here?" "I know right! Also, Cheryl, weren't you helping Ivory get ready earlier?" One asked. Cheryl realized one of the girls was from earlier, the one waiting in her shop. "She also stopped by my shop to get an outfit. Who picks out an outfit at such a time?" Ruby stated. Cheryl look back at the two, seeing how cheerful they appeared to be. She turned back, looking considerably upset. "I helped them come because I believed they deserved to. Not only have I had a wonderful time with Ivory, but I remember her telling me about the nasty things you all have done. For shame!" She huffed. They all looked shocked, some even rolled their eyes. "Whatever, I'm going to come back when you aren't so grumpy." The girl said, finishing her drink then exiting the group. Many of the others left, expect Ruby. "Darling, forgive me. I did not mean to judge Ivory so harshly. Knowing how you are, I can believe that you see a lot in her." She said, placing a shoulder on Cheryl. She blowed out some steam, then took a sip of her drink. "It's quite alright. Thank you for understanding." She said, giving Ruby a hug. "Not a problem! I will say, she does have a good taste in style." She said, looking at Ivory's jumpsuit with approval. Cheryl nodded silently, then sighed. "I just hope we get another chance to talk. You know?" "Hopefully you will. Oh!" The music began to tone down. The lights went from a vibrant yellow, to a hazy pink. "Goodness! You better go find your husband my dear! Go on, run along!" Ruby urged, pushing her forward into the dance floor.
People within the room began pairing up, looking at one another lovingly. Trevor looked around awkwardly, looking confused. "Uh, why is everyone acting up?" "Oh Trevor, haven't you ever heard of a slow dance?" "Obviously!" He lied, looking away. Ivory extended her hand, waiting for him to take it. He peeked open one eye, then raised an eyebrow. "What?" "Come dance with me." "Wait WHAT?" He stuttered, jolting back. She giggled once more. "I know you aren't much of a dancer, but it won't be bad. I know what I'm doing." Ivory explained, trying to reassure him. Trevor looked at her nervously, but eventually grabbed her hand. "Fine, but you better hope I don't trip all over you.." he whispered while she lead them to the dance floor. Cheryl quickly walked around, wondering where Cornelius might have gone. She felt a sudden tap on her shoulder, which then lead to her being swooped up. "W-woah!" "Haha, my sweet. It's only me!" Cornelius cooed, giving her a kiss on her forehead." She chuckled with relief, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Thank goodness, I thought you weren't going to dance with me.." she whined, looking a little stressed. "Awww, now when has that ever happened?" She asked softly, brushing a strand of her hair back. "Never. Thank you honey.." she pulled him into a big kiss. A big quirky smile spread across his face along with a layer of blush. "Shall we?" He extended his hand, which Cheryl happily accepted. As they entered the dance floor, they almost instantly knew what to do. Trevor on the other hand, stared intensely at other people, trying to comprehend how they were dancing. "Hey, it's okay. Just look at me okay?" Ivory said, slowly turning his face towards hers. "O-okay." Ivory wrapped an arm around Trevor's waist, then began to lead the both of them. Trevor looked down and observed intently, attempting to mimic her foot movement. Soon enough, he began to catch on. "One, two, three, four.." he repeated to himself while they moved in a circle. "Look at you. You're doing great." Ivory said as he looked back up. A sense of accomplishment and pride came over him. "Haha! Piece of cake!" He said, now taking lead. Ivory couldn't help but smile, seeing how relaxed and happy he appeared. She leaned in closer, pecking Trevor on his cheek. He appeared to look flustered, causing him to mix up his dance steps. Ivory tripped quickly on his shoe. "Oh dear!" Trevor quickly grabbed her waist before she could hit the floor. Ivory was now scooped up in his arms. Trevor looked down at her, letting out a purred chuckle. She did the same, moving closer in his embrace. . .
Across the dance floor, Cornelius swayed Cheryl along his side; he tenderly held her close to him while carefully dancing. Cheryl looked at him with a shy smile while her crystal blue eyes glistened with captivation. "I'm really glad to finally spend some time with you, Cornelius." Cheryl whispered softly, laying her head onto his chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat. He kissed the top of her head softly. "I am as well. I love you very much you know.." he stated, lifting her head back up to face her. "Oh Cornelius.." they both wrapped each other into their arms, locking their lips together into a passionate kiss. Their faces bloomed into a glowing pink, especially Cheryl. She drew herself away, looking at him with the biggest smile. Suddenly, she caught something in the corner of her eye, making her gasp. Cornelius snapped out of his loving haze. "What? What's wrong?" "Oh. My. Bermuda!" He said breathlessly, coming up her mouth. Cornelius looked into the direction she was looking, then opened his mouth in shock. He spotted Trevor and Ivory wrapped up in their own tender kiss. Cheryl began to tear up. "Never in my life have I seen either of them so happy with one another. How precious.." she sniffed, grabbing ahold of Cornelius's arm. He shut his mouth, then turned back to wipe away her tears. "It's okay darling! I didn't expect it either!" He said, attempting to calm her down. As Trevor lifted Ivory back up from the fall, the music had came to an end. Matilda now appeared back on stage, taking ahold of the microphone. "That was the last and final song from our wonderful band. Give them a hand!" The crowd cheered louder than before, including Trevor this time. Now that the party was coming to an end, Cornelius and Cheryl came up to Ivory and Trevor to lead them back home. "What a party, am I right?" Cornelius asked, looking at both of them. Trevor was still in a daze; a dumbfounded smile spread across his face. Cornelius laughed. "I'm so happy you guys had fun! Will you come back next year?" Cheryl asked. Ivory looked back at Trevor. "Well?" "Of course! If it means getting a kiss like that again, count me in!" He cried, giving Ivory a big hug. Cheryl leaned in and wrapped the two of them in her own embrace. "I can't wait!" Cornelius smiled, seeing how happy his wife seemed. "Alright now. I think it's time to head back home." He said; the others nodded in agreement. "Come on, let's go!"
The four of them made their way out of the crowd, which flooded the town hall exit. They all conversed about the party, talking about how wonderful it was for them. The conversation was long enough to last the entire trip back to their cottage. "Well, here we are." Cornelius said, pulling Cheryl to his side. "Sure was nice talking to y'all, I hope this can happen more often!" He said, flashing a smile. "We just might. Right now, we got an airship to attend to." Trevor said, looking back at Ivory. "Thank you so much for coming with us! Take care, bye Ivory!" Cheryl waved cheerfully as they both entered their home. Trevor sighed in relief. "Thank god, he was starting to give me a headache.." he said, rubbing his temples. "I thought you were having a good time!" Ivory said, beginning to look hurt. "Of course I did! I had fun you, not him." He corrected. "Really now?" "Oh you won't believe how impatient he was, here let me tell you. . ."
As Trevor talked about his day out with Cornelius, they eventually found their way back to shore, where their ship was parked. "Huh, is that really how it went?" Ivory asked, looking doubtful. "Yup. He took way too long to get an outfit, it was horrible." He said, getting into the drivers seat. "How about you? Did Cheryl try and give you dreads or something?" "No, it wasn't too bad." "Really? Huh. You really are more patient than I am." He admitted as he steered the ship into the air. The sky was now a deep navy dusted with stars and the moon's light. Trevor quietly hummed to himself, feeling the relaxing night breeze against his face. To break the quiet, he spoke once more. "Hey, I don't think I ever told you something." Trevor said, looking back over at Ivory. Her head was laid gently against the cushioned seat along with her eyelids resting over her eyes. She had fallen asleep, exhausted from how eventful their day had been. Trevor continued to gaze at her face, then smiled to himself. He carefully wrapped an arm around her while steering the airship more softly. "Well, I'll go ahead and say it.." he kissed her cheek, then uttered one last sentence. "Thank you Ivory. . . Thank you."
Written by Izkrul