Temporary Home

“I’d appreciate the crown, thank you. I can wear it so people don’t have to doubt how special I am.” He was kidding, obviously putting on a show for Allie. He’d be as outrageous as he could for her now to get her used to it and over it. “You’re saying love isn’t real?” Marco turned to face her once more, moving a little closer than he had been. “Still having troubles with your friend….I don’t recall you ever mentioning his name. If you did I forgot it. oops.” He shrugged it off, seeing how someone that had the nerve to up and leave her in the first place didn’t deserve any remembrance from Marco.

“So what made you choose to come here today? I mean, besides the fact that you knew that I was going to be here…if there was anything else besides that.” Marco nudged the blonde gently, picking at her. “Any chance you have any other plans for the night after this?”

“You mean people doubt that you’re special? How could they?” She set hair behind her ear as she gave a fake shocked face. Allie heard the question and thought about it for a moment. “Love is real. I’m just saying all the romance isn’t. I can’t picture a real guy doing all these crazy things just for love.” She looked over and nodded. “I haven’t seen him in a while. Part of me says to give up, what’s the point? But I don’t know. I guess a part of me wants to think that he will want me again.” She gave a small shrug and looked down at the ground, not knowing what to say.

“Oh no, bowing isn’t necessary, though it would be appreciated.” Marco joked right along with Allie, appreciating her wit and sarcasm that she fed back to him. It was nice to have a good, intelligent conversation with someone after a week of hard work, all their banter helping him get his mind off of things and helping him relax for once. 

“It might be. There’s a lot more to me than people realize. Much like the art on these walls.” Marco gestued to a few of the paintingsthen turned back to Allie. “Beauty is pain, pain is beauty. Or at least what can cause pain can be molded into something that people perceive as beauty. Think of why so many people love to torment themselfs watching tear-jerker romance movies. We all enjoy sadness to a point.” Marco bit on his bottom lip, feeling like he had unintentionally let things get too deep, especially considering all that he and Allie were similarly going through. “Not everyone can be an artist, not that I’m one at all. Though I do like to pick at Luca for not being able to do anything as well as me. I guess that comes with being brothers though.”

“I’ll make you a crown later.” The blonde set hair behind her ear and laughed, shaking her head. She wasn’t used to actually communicating with someone the same intelligence level as her. Maybe it was because she dealt with kids all the time, but it was nice to talk to an adult. An adult that went to school for something pretty hard. She wasn’t gonna lie, but he impressed her. Though, he will never know it.

“Six years is the gap between my brother and I,” she said amused. “Except he’s the older one. I’m the baby of the family.” Raven got them onto the main road, watching her speed limit as they moved along smoothly. “See it’d be nice to have like set styles to dress but working in the industry I do I have to look fashionable or at least styled to the type of event, work or interview I’m doing.”

“I am very protective of her. It’s just the two of us, so we were close growing up and she’s my best friend.” She smiled as she spoke of her sister, nodding her head in thought. “I just worry about clothes for court. Usually it’s chill at the office, but when I go to family court, I have to make sure I look nice.”