Who We Are (A Zodiac Story)

POV: Aquarius (Part 1)

I walk through the front door, the heavy frame creaking slightly as I step into the familiar, cozy living room. I set my bulging school bag down on the hardwood floor, the dull thud echoing through the space as the Zodiacs and Planets file in behind me.

Jupiter is next to enter, her brows furrowing in a look of mild bewilderment as her gaze sweeps across the room. "Wow, I haven't been here in ages," she muses, her voice laced with a hint of nostalgia as she approaches the plush, worn leather couch to take a seat. "Did you guys change the furniture?"

"Everything is exactly the same, Jupiter," Taurus interjects, his tone filled with annoyance as he rolls his eyes dramatically. Without so much as a glance in our direction, he heads for the kitchen, clearly disinterested in socializing with the rest of us.

"Really?" Jupiter questions, her eyes narrowing skeptically as she scans the room one more time, still not fully convinced.

"Make yourselves at home," Capricorn calls out, his voice commanding our attention as he shuts the door behind Sunny and himself, the two of them hand-in-hand. With a gentle tug, he guides the radiant Sunny down the hall and towards his bedroom, leaving the rest of us to our own devices.

"Asshole," Libra mutters under her breath, her lips twisting into a scowl as she dramatically plops herself down on the couch, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest.

"Libra," I warn, casting her a pointed look, silently pleading with her not to stir up any trouble.

She responds with an exaggerated eye roll. "Seriously, did he just bring the Planets here for us to babysit?" she asks, her gaze darting around the room in search of validation from the other Zodiac members.

Saturn glares at Libra as she removes her scuffed boots by the entryway. "We're standing right here, you know," she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she rolls her eyes. "And we don't exactly want to be here either."

"Speak for yourself," Neptune chimes in, a playful lilt to his tone as he snuggles up next to Cancer on the couch, his fingers tenderly running through her hair. The two of them are beaming at each other, completely oblivious to the confused looks being exchanged by the rest of us.

Sagittarius squints his eyes, scrutinizing the cozy duo on the couch with a puzzled expression. "Hold on..." he mumbles, his brows furrowing. "Did I miss a couple of chapters?" he says, voicing the very thoughts swirling through my own mind.

I had been so certain that Cancer's affections were firmly set on Scorpio - her infatuation with him had been painfully obvious to everyone. But now, seeing the way she's curled up against Neptune, their bodies pressed together intimately, I find myself questioning the validity of my intuitions.

"You didn't tell us you had a girlfriend," Venus chimes in, a bright grin spreading across his face as he eagerly pats Neptune on the back. The hopeless romantic in him practically giddy at the prospect of a budding new relationship. "Looks like you're finally putting yourself back out there."

Libra, on the other hand, holds back a derisive laugh, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she side-eyes the new couple with a skeptical gaze. "With Cancer?" she asks, her lips twisting into an amused smirk. "I don't believe it." Cancer glares at Libra, her dark, alluring eyes narrowing dangerously, but she chooses not to lash out. Instead, she looks to Pisces, silently pleading for her best friend to come to her defense.

But Pisces is too preoccupied, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap, a deep frown creasing her brow. It's clear that this news is as much of a surprise to her as it is to the rest of us, which strikes me as peculiar, given the close bond the two of them share.