Cursed Hearts

A Walk Down The Street

Everyone knew that Regina was the head of the Hood household. Even before she and Robin were married, she was always the one that made the heavy decisions. Robin was okay with this; in fact, he wouldn't have his soulmate any other way. That's how they worked, the queen and the outlaw- they were both strong, yet the both of them craved something that only could be fulfilled by one another. She was the mayor, the queen of the land, and he was her lionheart; her protector.

This was why it was so odd not having her at the house that Thursday night. With Regina gone on that boating trip, the house seemed awkwardly silent, out of order, almost. Roland didn't know what to do with himself, nor did his father. But then, that problem was solved, when Killian and David came over with three DVDs in hand. The fifteen year old watched in amusement as the three grown men made themselves comfortable in the living room.

He sure didn't want to become another player in the vicious battle for popcorn and coke cans- Roland got out as quickly as he could. With the sun still in the sky, he was once again walking down the street, hoping to find August at his house. It wasn't too far of a walk, and he enjoyed being outside. Although he initially thought he was alone, the sound of footsteps behind him quickly gave him second thoughts.

His father was once a thief- Roland had inherited some attributes from him, including being swift on his feet. In a mere second he was turned around with his phone clutched in hand, only to see a woman in his direct line of vision. At first, he felt foolish about being so threatened, but then he remembered Caroline had telling him that she had befriended a woman that nobody seemed to know, someone with hair red as fire.

The threatening feeling returned.

"Are you following me?" The fifteen year old asked demandingly, disregarding his mother's strict orders on never being rude to strangers.

The woman shook her head. "No. Ok just on a walk. Where are you headed all by yourself?"

Roland almost rolled his eyes then and there. Did he not look fifteen?

"Off to a friend's house. And I don't think I believe you."

She gave him a look. "What, about going on a walk?"

"You're the person my sister has been hanging around, aren't you."

"You mean Caroline? She's such a sweet girl."

Roland scowled. "Well why do you two talk so much? I don't think it's good- she's keeping it a secret from our parents, and that's never a good thing. She has an... Overactive imagination. If you give her ideas, she'll find a way to make it work."

Instead of replying, Zelena simply readjusted her purse and began walking towards him, inaudibly bidding him to follow.

"She's told me about you, you know," the red head added in smoothly, with a punch of subtleness, enough to grip the teenager's attention for more than just a few seconds- enough to cause him to join her on the walk up the sidewalk, passing numerous cookie cutter houses as they went.

"What?" Roland snapped, with all the defense he could muster, "what do you know about me?"

Zelena couldn't help but smile to herself- she didn't care if he noticed or not. It was a smile of presumed accomplishment; she had the high strung teenager right where she wanted him.

"She told me about what happened on Valentine's Day, with that blonde girl... What was her name again?"

The playfulness laced in her voice, along with the thick accent, made Roland's eyes widen slightly in surprise. "Alex? Why the hell was she talking to you about-"