[center][hr][b]Persephone[/b]

[b]"Oh yeah? I bet you must be pretty hungry. It was a long ride."[/b][color=yellow]Rose told her while setting a plate of food and lemonade in front of her.  She jerked her head in a sort of nod clumsily and then cleared her throat. Thank God, she thought, that Rose broke the awkward silence by saying,[/color][b]"Aw look it's your bunny slippers."[/b][color=yellow]Her smile was genuine which soothed Persephone's fears she had looked like an idiot.[/color][b] "I missed seeing those cute little things. Are they still warm and cozy?"[/b]

[b]"Y-Yeah,"[/b] Persephone replied and looked at her vegetable omelette; then back down to her feet and up.[b] "They are. Where are your slippers?"[/b][color=yellow]There was this annoying habit she had where she used her hands to talk as if they were a language of their own. It was a quirk her parents had been trying to help her with when she became nervous or humiliated herself. Since the tragedies, she was not able to help herself. [/color][b]"Your slippers."[/b][color=yellow] She tensed when Xavier came in and looked at Rose. Persephone ducked her head and began to dig into her food though without much excitement. It only prolonged her suffering on Earth.[/color]

[b]"It smells delicious, Rose. Wonderful job, honey."[/b][color=yellow]He came over and fixed himself a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. [/color][b]"Sit down and I'll get you some, too."[/b][color=yellow]He made a plate for Rose and set it down. He sat across from them and began to eat hungrily. [/color][b]"This is so good, Rose. You're an amazing cook. I'll have to get your help when cooking." [/b][color=yellow] He winked at her though he had nothing to say to Persephone. That much was expected, almost wanted. It meant there was not a rude comment coming her way. Currently there was none and Seph thanked God for it, but she knew it was because Rose was here and he wouldn't do it in front of her.

She stared at her omelette and gobbled it up to ease the nausea rising in her stomach from her thoughts.[/color]

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[color=pink][b][u]Marcy[/u][/b]

The music blared out of the car as Marcy hung her arm out the window. She enjoyed car rides in the summer more than anyone knew. It was relaxing and peaceful and some of her best memories were in them. She remembered driving with Jessie, Isabelle, and Shay and singing at the top of their lungs along to the music. Marcy could not sing for her life though she could dance. When Jessie, Victorie, and her danced in the car, the others, including the guys, would yell at them for being distracting even though they secretly found it hilarious. 

She smiled to herself and turned up volume. She remembered the party the seniors threw the previous night and grinned to herself. It would be amazing, fun year, and she was so so excited for it. Marcy was always intoxicated by enjoying life and friends in general and was easily excited. Even school, though as annoying and hellish, was exciting. She hoped she'd be with her friends. And dear God, dance started up too. Marcy couldn't help but tremble with joy.[/color]

[color=pink]The song skipped ahead and she refocused on it to sing along.[/color][b] "Oh girl, you're shining like a fifth avenue diamond and they don't make you like they used to and you're never going out of styleeee!"[/b][color=pink] She giggled along to the song instead of singing, since she screeched like a cat.  She loved Hunter's patience with her and how he let her sing. [/color][b]"You're over my head, out of my mind, thinking I was born in the wrong time!" [/b][color=pink] She looked at Hunter and fell into hysterics. Her voice had cracked awkwardly at the higher notes. She could not wait to go home because she knew Jessie and Izzy were there and oh God, they could hangout together. She managed to stop giggling and leaned back in her seat.[/color]

[b]"Sorry,"[/b][color=pink] she told him and snorted into laughter. [/color][b]"I'm done. I swear."[/b][color=pink]How many times had she told him that lie? She turned her head away to keep from laughing more. Marcy grinned and rested her head on the back of the seat.[/color]

[color=orange][hr][u][b]James[/b][/u]

James watched from the window and opened the side door to join the others. Inside, he had been watching TV and eating cereal out of the box.  No matter how many times his parents told him, James found himself repeatedly doing it. He couldn't help it. Applejacks tasted amazing; though he had enough manners to know to clean up after himself. It was almost a silent deal in the family: do it if you'll clean up after yourself. Jason, on the other hand, could do better. He laughed to himself. He was not sure how Marcy was related to them: she was polite, well-mannered, and followed the rules to a T. She was the model child, even if she was not their full sibling. He thought of her as one and didn't think differently. Though Mar was a model child, he was above average and Jason, well... He shook his head, smirking.

He joined Jessie, Jason, and Isabelle and looked at them. [/color][b]"New neighbors?"[/b] he quizzed in a soft voice and looked over. [b]"I saw them from inside. I didn't see any parents, did you?"[/b] [olor=orange]He sat down on a the bench nearby. [/color][b]"We should probably quit staring, don't you think?"[/b][color=orange] He smirked at Jessie and turned away. It was an unspoken conversation around the group that he had a crush on her. It was something he tried not to think about and keep out of his mind. Besides, the way he had heard her swooning over the tall, dark-haired boy, was a hint she was not into him. James knew better than to chase her, anyways, and ruin their friendship and make it awkward.  Besides, the tiny blonde looked adorable and he wanted to talk to her.[/color] 

[color=orange]He looked over at them. [/color][b]"Mar's coming home today, right? I miss her."[/b] [color=orange]Unlike most siblings, the trio were incredibly close. It shocked their parents most of the time. He went to continue speaking when someone jumped on him from behind. He screamed and stumbled while the person slid off of him to crack up hysterically. He recognized it as Shay. She must have come in from the background or around the house because he hadn't seen her. She had spun him around to see his expression, too.[/color]

[b]"YOUR FACE!!"[/b][color=orange]She doubled over, laughing and holding her sides. He glanced at her, scowling, though amused. She wore a tank-top and running shorts with a matching pair of tennis shoes. Her long black hair that he admired, was pulled into her trademark braid. She had sweat pouring off of her, though she paid no mind toit. She doubled over, laughing. [/color][b]"God, his face!"[/b]

[color=orange]James sighed, shaking his head.[/color][b] "I'll get you back. Don't worry."[/b]

[b]"Yeah, right,"[/b][color=orange] She rolled her eyes and grabbed a water bottle form the cooler outside.She took the cap off and chugged it. 

James turned away and looked at the others. [/color][b]"So, it's just three teens together? That's odd."[/b]

[b]"You're odd, fraidy cat."[/b] [color=orange]Shay told him once she was done chugging.James sighed to keep his patience, though he couldn't deny the grin on his face.[/color][/center]