September 2022.

IMESSAGE

UNKNOWN
ivylove

just wanted to say thanks again for having me, and the album is brilliant

who the fuck

Oh it's Elijah hewson

UNKNOWN HAS BEEN CHANGED TO ELIJAH H.

Oh, yeah no problem
hope you had fun

Wait, your in my spare
room why are you texting me?
And when the fuck
did you get my number?

Just so you'd have
my number too x
Oh and Bobby gave it to me

Who said I wanted
your number?

Everyone wants my number

Cocky cunt

Cocky is fake
confidence love
I'm not fake x

Make yourself useful
and bring me a cuppa and some pineapple xx

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       ELIJAH HADNT BOTHERED KNOCKING ON ivys door, he had just waltzed right in and found the girl sat upright in only a large T-shirt with a guitar in hand, sing street paused on the opening title on the large TV mounted to her wall.       "A cup of tea and pineapple for your majesty" Elijah smiled, handing it to the girl.

          Ivy smiled at the warm cup, immediately sipping on it before placing it in her bedside table. "How's the cleanup job looking?" She asked, looking up at the man. His hair was messier than usual and he looked knackered.

         Elijah shrugged, leaning against the doorway. "Not too bad, Bobby made people clean up before they left to save you lot, and most likely me and the lads the hassle" he explained, scratching the back of his neck.

             Ivy nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Just hope it doesn't stink too much, he better have left the windows open last night...      I don't even remember how I got to bed" the woman shrugged, her eyes wandering as she attempted to recall her memories.

            Elijah laughed, "yeah I had to carry you into bed, I heard you stumbling around so you must have changed after I left" he said with a smirk.      He expected her face to turn bright red at the revaluation instead she just nodded, acting as if this was a constant in her life.

         "Nothing new, I never have known when to stop" she laughed, twisting the tuning pegs every time she stung a cord.

          Elijah broke away from the doorframe to sit on her bed. "I didn't know you played" he spoke, nodding to the guitar.

          Ivy hummed, "my Granda had a mad collection, he taught me the basics and YouTube was my best mate" she explained briefly, her fingers running across the strings.

Elijah nodded. "Can I ask you something?"

Ivy squinted, "go on so"

Elijah paused, "who was the album about?" He asked meekly, genuine curiosity knawed at him since he had heard it.

          Ivy shrugged, "different men each song, track ten was kinda collectively about all of them — and myself in a way" she revealed, not seeming bothered about having to explain.

    Elijah nodded, "well you did amazing, well done" a sullen look had been pulled across his face as he entered his mind — his thoughts swirling.

           Ivy knocked his shoulder with hers, "cheer up, buttercup — you look alike your planning to kill me there."

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