The sun stood at the top of the bright blue sky above Persephone as she stood in that same parking lot she always seems to be hanging out at. The trees were barren, the white gridded concrete was too. However, california weather allowed her to wear her flowy sundress for her date today, regardless of the dead winter surrounding her. That’s right. A date. Finally. It had already been a two months since Persephone’s last relationship and she was getting bored.
Honestly, Leon was actually beginning to steal her heart. He was somewhere near her grand safe, for sure. Dressed in all black, face covered by a ski mask. This wasn’t really necessary, since Persephone does not necessarily guard the bank that is her heart, nor the temple that is her body. Not well, at least. The guards at the door were like red flag detectors, but they fell asleep on the job. And he was beginning to make his way inside, the owners about to give him all the money, or, love, she had to give.
The past month had been filled with all-nighter calls, no facetimes since her parents don’t want anyone seeing their home. But, she kind of likes it that way. No room to judge, no face to stare at, just the comfort of his voice. The way the couples ages ago did it. Maybe her birth mother did that with one of her boyfriends. The thought of that made Persephone’s lips curl a little bit, resembling a smile.
The man also tried to stay very quiet. He always said it was because of his parents, but her mind told her not to believe him. Everyone here has secrets, Blue Royalty exposed many of them when she first enrolled at the school. Who knows, Leon may be some 50 year old undercover cop investigating her and the other new kids at school. Hired by the Blue Royals’s parents, of course. Old people have always been so classist in her own experiences, which personally, makes getting along with them all the more difficult. She still managed to make it work, though. Pers knows good enough to kiss up to all of her teachers, and maybe just plain kiss a few of them.
Speaking of kissing, she really wanted to do that with Leon. Regardless of her brain, Persephone always listens to her heart. He seemed so kissable, regardless of his race or his posh urban style that reminds her of a culture she’s entitled to, but has never known. It did bother her a little bit that she and Leon can’t relate to each other at all when they talk about culture. She feels like this random, misplaced person in every setting she goes to. In one of her old foster homes, Mrs Trevino called her “la chinita.” Which was lowkey racist but like, that’s just boomers, she supposes. And Leon probably views her as this american foster kid. He probably doesn’t think she cares much, though. About most things. She likes keeping that image for herself.
“So non chalant.” Hah. Everyday that she goes to school, she’s haunted by the fact that her sibling is walking around with probably no idea about who she is. Or that she even exists. Hera probably knows so much about their birth parents. Her moms no doubt could bribe the state for information on who they come from. The only thing is, why didn’t they ever tell her about me? The thought broke Persephone’s heart a little bit. No one wanted to waste a little bit of time talking, or bribing, or anything on her. Her own parents didn’t want to go spend money on a “waste of time.”
Persephone does that gladly. She just recently bought her sundress for Leon, actually. He said he was going to suprise her at the park with a date, and to look as cute as she always does. She honestly blushed a little bit when she read the text message. He called her cute AND remembered that she was always hanging out at the park near her old school. Then, she could easily just walk there. So she did, letting the cool breeze hit her pale skin, and even though the wind wasn’t that strong, the girl applied chapstick so her lips would be perfectly smooth when she kissed him. Because it was gonna happen. She was sure of it.
After a few minutes of breathing in the nearby forest’s abundant air, taking moments to smell the roses on the way, the girl arrived at the spot where Leon stood, standing right in front of him, his eye contact causing her to give him an awkward little side smile. That nerd. He was standing just outside of a trail that she knew like the back of her hand, it led to the most hidden part of this park, with a tiny hill rising from it. As if the earth had a zit. She imagined that maybe they would go over there and have a picnic or something, if he left his stuff over there already, because the man was currently empty handed. “So, Napoleon,” She smiled as she said his full name. “Care to tell me what we’re doing today?” She studied his outfit. He wore a cinderella slipper-tint blue shirt wit a little jean jacket and black pants. She liked the shirt, it felt very prince charming, but she wasn’t going to say anything just yet.
He said, No loll, instead he waited for her to say something since she looked like she was going to, and she did.
