Hello lovelies! Ready for chapter 2? HERE YA GO.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. If I did then you wouldn't be reading this you'd be watching it.
Six months had passed since I'd disappeared from the world. Six months since the Titans had returned from their failed search for the Brotherhood of Evil. Six months since I'd seen Kid Flash…
That first day I spent my time scrounging for cash that people may have dropped in the roads or the sidewalks. I quickly abandoned the endeavor in favor of the neighborhood soup kitchen where I ate alone and in silence. A couple of druggies and homeless people milled about, either eating or enjoying the air-conditioned building.
That night I had wandered around aimlessly, finally coming to a halt at a weathered shed in an alley. It looked to be abandoned so I slipped inside and it was there that I spent my first official night on the streets.
I attended the soup kitchen daily, drawing strength from the hot meals the volunteers served. Weeks passed and I finally felt good enough to find work. I ended up, out of all the places, in a small bakery down the hill from my shed. The elderly couple there was a kindly pair that needed assistance decorating the smaller pastries, watching the hot oven, and unloading the supply van when it came around.
My unusual appearance didn't seem to bother the two much. Neither did my quiet demeanor nor my refusal to shed light on my past. Mrs. Mina was pleased with my work and punctuality and had deemed it unnecessary that she or her husband know much about me. All they asked was that I stayed out of trouble and refrained from anything illegal like drugs.
Eventually I was able to move out of my shed and into the guest bedroom of Mina and William's home. They lived on the second floor of their bakery, the Red Velvet Bow, and were cozily situated in the small complex. The kitchen was open to the living room and both were decorated in a cute forties style that spoke volumes about the two elders. There was also a tiny bathroom with flowered wallpaper and an antique clawfoot bathtub.
I would be staying in the guestroom across the hall from Mina and William's room. It was a light rosy pink with white furnishings and red accents. A vanity with a plush stool sat against the wall across from the full-sized bed. Pictures of roses and little pink flowers adorned the room and the closet was a tiny indention in the wall. A dresser had been placed opposite of the doorway; metal trinkets and glass figurines littered its surface.
William and Mina were agreeable housemates and we got along swimmingly. They assumed that I had some strange abilities what with my pink hair and cat-like eyes, but they never asked me to demonstrate or to spill my secrets. I appreciated their respect for my privacy. It made me want to pay them back in more ways than just working and so decided that I would start dressing a little nicer around them. I stored away my striped stockings and my boots and let Mina buy me a few plain dresses that reached my knees. They were never anything frilly and she always let me put a little gothic spin on each. For instance, my baby doll blue dress ended up with black lace along the bottom hem and my light pink one sported a very low swoop neck with a jaggedly cut hem. I also owned a black dress with a high collar and long bell sleeves that were tinted green around my wrists. This one was my favorite because the contrast between the cloth and my skin made me look like a china doll.
I left my hair up in its usual horns; after much brushing and many hours of styling Mina and I gave up. The hair just wouldn't do anything else. We found that it would allow itself to be French braided but I looked so silly and ridiculous that even Mina admitted that the style was a bad idea for me.
During those weeks I was also very quiet and reserved. I only spoke when spoken to or whenever the situation demanded words. This led to lots of questions from customers and curious glances my way in the shop (as if the hair and the eyes weren't enough). Mina would either wave them off or William would tell them to quit asking silly questions. It was almost as if I'd become their daughter.
The idea was comfortable to me, especially on days like today when there were more people in the shop than usual. I'd found that crowds seem to make me uncomfortable; perhaps because my hexes could be so dangerous at times.
I stood behind the counter waiting impatiently as a young girl examined the contents beneath the glass. She was tiny with little blonde pigtails and a hot pink dress that went to her shins. Her mother stood behind her casting me apologetic looks every so often, quietly urging Blondie to pick something quickly. I rolled my eyes when she turned away to look down at her daughter and settled my chin on my elbow in a bored way.
A good many people milled about the small bakery, sipping our homemade vanilla biscotti tea or munching on some doughnut I'd sold them. A young woman in an expensive looking dress held hands with a man in a business suit. He kissed her hand and I immediately gawked at the rock on her finger that signified their engagement. A middle-aged guy took a swig of a hot drink and ogled at women passing by through the shop window. Three teenaged boys sat at the corner table, staring and winking at me occasionally; I ignored them and went about my business. I didn't understand why I appealed to them; I was as flat as a board with chicken legs and skin pale enough to make the moon look tan.
Returning my attention to Blondie, I plastered on a smile and chimed, "What'll it be, sweetheart?"
"Ummm…" Blondie twisted her little torso back and forth. "I'll take…that one!"
She pointed to a cinnamon bun with a strawberry covered in glaze. I grabbed a napkin from the dispenser and snatched up the pastry. I bagged it and handed it to Blondie who was bouncing in anticipation. Her mother gave me a grateful look before placing a five-dollar bill on the counter. She turned to go, grasping her daughter's hand tightly.
As I shoved the money into the cash register something caught my eye. A kid in an orange jumpsuit and a guitar slung across his shoulder stood idly across the street eyeing the Red Velvet Bow as if analyzing the structure. His white hair stuck up in different directions and a bad case of acne dominated his face. His fish lips and earrings made his appearance that much worse. Seemingly satisfied with his scan he crossed the street and entered the shop.
Only then did I noticed the black duffel bag swinging from his grasp. He approached me and looked me right in the eye before grinning, "Put the money in the bag and nobody gets hurt."
MUHAHAHA. GUESS WHO? But seriously I didn't expect him to jump in there he just did. I was gonna do Gizmo but I didn't feel like it so yeah. Anyway I OWN WILLIAM AND MINA. THEY ARE MINE. MINEMINEMINEMINEMINE. Updating soon! Kid Flash is in the next chapter I promise guys.
BYEE LOVELIES.