Of Kings and Queens

6/Desolation/

"If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart,"

•August, 25th•

"You came." Disregarding the actual wording of the spoken statement itself, it wasn't really a statement at all, it was more of a question.

"I won't see you until Christmas. Of course I came."

There was a moment of akward silence, neither really knowing whether to apologise the eachother or say goodbye. Maybe both.

"I know, -I've been a bit distant lately. But I really will miss you," She reached out between the short space between them and grabbed Robin's hand, "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. You have no idea how much I missed you."

Robin attacked her into a hug. "I know. I'm sorry too, but you just left us. Why would you just stop talking to us- You just left like mom did last year," Breaking down on the shoulder of her friend.

"Hey-hey Robin, it's okay-" Delia tried to put it lightly, when she explained to her friend the jealousy she felt when she was the only one to not get a scholarship, but even after everything had been said, she could still see the resentment still in her eyes.

A while later, they sat next to eachother on the end of the pier off the end of the Calzone's garden, the sun reflected off the pond's peaceful water like a beautiful painting, and the birds sang songs to their own beats.

"Robin! The bus is leaving! We gotta go- Oh hey Delia," Perry added once he realised who she was. He looked at his sister and raised his eyebrows.

"Gotta go, sis."

She sighed and got up and looked to Delia with a small smile, "Promise you won't forget about us while we're gone, right?"

"Never," Delia laughed, "You promise to call me still when you're all rich and posh?"

"Promise."

But it seems with this case, like most teenagers, not all their promises are kept.

•••

"Give me love
like her,
'Cause lately I've been waking up alone,"

•••

The gentle strum of the guitar was faint as Ed Sheeran was being on the radio of the cramped bus.

"Earlier." Perry stated.

"I saw the way you looked at her..." He paused to give her some time to think about what he was saying.

"Anything you'd like to share?" He left it as open as it could be, and she was grateful.

"Yeah. Well done you've figured out I'm not straight. What's the big deal?" Her voice took a defensive edge to it.

He broke out laughing, and she let out an indignant cry, thinking he was laughing at her.

"Nothing. I just liked watching you squirm. You were so nervous," The smug mirth rolling off him was too much and oh so eloquently, she decided to retaliate in a highly creative way.

He elbowed him sharply in the gut.

"You're an asshole." She stated.

"I know," He poked her in the side, "Self-acceptance is the first key to happiness, after all," He replied.

She signed dramatically. "It's Self-recognition not Self-acceptance, you should really try to get the quote right if you're going to try at all."

He mimicked not-quite under his breath, "LevIOSa, not LevioSA."

"You think you're just so funny don't you?" She asked rhetorically.

"I like to think so, yes." He answered nonetheless.

"Perry! Stop with the stupid references! Did you really just step as low as to choose a dead man's words?" She tutted as she shook her head in mock-disappointment.

"He was a fairly witty fellow, I mean-well, back in his day."

The bus sped past many of Minnesota's tourist landmarks on it way to the main airport, where they would fly to Cork, -somewhere on a small island near England.

"You're incorrigible."