Let Me Count the Ways

Is it Isaac?

 Persephone jumped up and ran out of my room. I sighed and followed more slowly. Isaac was talking with my mom and Persephone was hiding behind one of our plotted plants. I rolled my eyes.

 "Hey Isaac!" I called.

 "Oh hey Belle!" He looked relieved.

 My mom smiled and went back to cooking breakfast. That reminded my stomach it was hungry ,so it growled. Isaac walked over to me and spotted Persephone behind the plant.

 "Um, what is Persephone doing behind the plant?"

 "Playing secret agent." I said. "She thinks she's caught the bad guy."

 "Okay then..."

 I couldn't help but smile. Persephone was my best friend, but Isaac was definitely a close second. He lived next door to me and I had known him since I was only five years old. He was cute, in that boy next door kind of way. I mean, he wasn't super hot or muscular, but we always called him Hercules as a joke. He had to have a greek name too, of course. But we always joked he wasn't "god material" like we were.

 I loved Isaac like a brother and a best friend, but romance was far from what was going on between us. I didn't even know if he could write a sonnet. But who else could it be? Could Persephone be right?

 "Hey, Isaac..." Persephone said, standing up from behind the plant. "Can I ask you a question?"

 "Uh, sure." Isaac said. He backed away slowly as Persephone started to walk toward him.

 "Are you-"

 "-going to go to the movies with us today?" I interrupted and gave Persephone a look.

 "Sure..." Isaac said suspiciously. 

 Persephone and I looked at each other meaningfully. I won the arguement. This all happened in the space of a few seconds. That's how close Persephone and I were. We thought argued. 

 "But first," I said, "we need some breakfast."

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Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter! Figuring out where to go with this story. Hope you like it!