Let Me Count the Ways

Zoning Out

 After Persephone and I had worked on our homework for an hour or two, Persephone decided we should watch a movie. I let her pick. It was a chick flick, Persephone's favorite genre. The storyline was predictable, but the movie was entertaining. Although, I wasn't paying attention to most of it. I was thinking about the notes.

 Persephone didn't understand why it bothered me so much. They were just notes, right? Wrong. This was a new thing for me. No one wrote me any love letters, like people did for Persephone. This was unusual and I wanted to know who was behind it. And each note was so creative...I kind of wanted to meet this mysterious note writer.

 Before I knew it, the movie was over. Persephone and I lounged on her bed and I half listened to Persephone's story about her latest admirer. But, of course, I was zoning out.

 Persephone sighed dramatically.

 "What?" I asked.

 "You never listen to me anymore." She put her hand on her forehead, as though she was a bout to faint. "Woe is me!"

 I laughed. "Oh, Seph. Forever the Drama Queen."

 She giggled, something she did only when she was tired. "But seriously, you need to stop zoning out."

 "I'm still thinking about the notes."

 "Are you cereal?"

 "Please don't speak with food." I groaned. That was one of my biggest pet peeves.

 "Oh, you're just jelly!"

 "Seph!"

 "Fine, fine. Really though, why are you still thinking about the notes?"

 "You wouldn't understand."

 "Oh really?" She raised her eyebrows, her voice challenging me.

 "People don't just write me love notes, Seph." I sighed exasperatedly. "I don't expect Aphrodite to understand Athena's problems. And plus, you haven't read one of the notes."

 "Oh whatever, wise one." Persephone smirked. "What did one of the notes say?"

 "I'll show you one when you come over tomorrow."

 "How many are there?"

 "A shoebox full."

 "Wow. From the same person?"

 "I guess so."

 "And they all say something different."

 "Yeah."

 "Okay, I understand why you're obsessed."

 "Yeah."

 "Well, let's brainstorm." She said, getting a mischievious glint in her eye.

 "Okay."

 "Manuel?"

 I scoffed. "You need to read the letters before you guess."

 "Fine, fine..." She paused, apparently deep in thought.

 "Let's guess tomorrow." I said, burrowing myself under the covers. "It's almost four."

 "Okay..." Persephone said, but I knew she was now preoccupied with trying to solve the mystery of my notes. Between the two of us, I was sure we could figure it out.