"I am Troye of Sivan; keeper of the Blue Neighborhood, and tamer of the wild Alessia, you are?"

I am Halsey; Mother of chaos, and Queen of Hurricanes."

"Well, Halsey," he whispered, "ghosts are watching us. We'd be fools to not leave now."

I smirked.

"Foolish boy, were you not listening? I am the mother of Chaos. These are my children, and they want your youth. In return, you shall recieve ease and fun in suburbia and heaven for him."

"My youth is yours," he said. I could see the colors draining from his skin and I began to worry. And at that moment I lost control. No one was there to hold me down and I turned him into a young God. I gave him a castle in the new americana and walked away quickly.

That boy was trouble, and even a Roman holiday couldn't help me to forget him.