(A/N)Nothing belongs to me. What doesn't belong to Queen probably belongs to Thessaly, who inspired me to first see the show, then write about it. I'm really not sure how this chapter came out; please give me advice on how to make it read well.
'What do you want to do when you grow up?' he asked one afternoon. They were sitting in his back yard, two children with their computers open, chatting to all their friends. That they talked to each other, in non-virtual reality, was a detail that they never bothered to mention. She was the most popular girl in school; he was the most intelligent boy. They had gone out, for a while, but she'd moved on to other prey and he chose to immerse himself in computers and psychology.
'Rule the world,' she said, stretching. He, and his name was Casey, or something equally dull and unsuitible, laughed at that. She didn't say the way most do, as something impossible, but as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It had always been her ambition to dominate, and she saw no difficulty in succeeding at it.
'You'll be good at that,' he said with a grin. He reached out to pull one of her curls (she always had her hair done in the fashion of the month, and it always looked better on her than on anyone else), but she pushed his hand carelessly away.
'Of course I will.' There was a pause, as they both attended to other friends who were talking to them. They often did this, sitting in his back yard and chatting. It closed a gap in the time information traveled, and it meant he could trace calls and rumors for her without her going to any trouble.
'Casey,' she said a bit later, her thralls satisfied with neat replies, her boyfriend put off until later. 'Why are you here instead at a virtual mall or something?'
'Because you are.' It was the simple answer, and it pleased her. 'I have every intention of helping you rule the world. I'll make you a Killer Queen.'
'You'll make me? I'll make me, thank you all the same. You can tag along.' He acknowledged this with slight smile. 'Killer Queen.' She stretched again, long and sinuous, like a cat. 'I like that.'
Sun (they lived on the edge of the suburbs, where they still got some real sun) filtered through the trees. Two children talked of ruling the world. She was fascinating, and brilliant, and manipulative, so she ruled everything she touched. Including him. He was intelligent, and controlled, and recognized potential. Especially in her.