Koufios Libadia

Chapter 2
(Lenna's POV)

At the bus stop in the mornings, it was always quiet. The only sounds that could really be heard on the street where I had lived for almost all of my life, was that of far-off cable cars clattering up and down the steep San Francisco hills.

Well, clattering cable cars and the faint echo of pounding music coming from the Callahan household from down the street. But no one paid much attention to that anymore. It happened every morning, so it had just become another part of daily routine.

I pulled out from my bag a small copy of a book that I had recently gotten to fill my free time to read- Edith Hamilton's Mythology. I felt some strange pull towards the ancient tales and stories from Greece and Rome- as if it were a part of me, a part of who I was. Or maybe it was just the weird stories that attracted me.

I leaned against the stop sign pole and glanced at my watch. 8:27. Sunday was going to be late again if she didn't hurry up. A few more people began to accumulate at the stop and I shifted uncomfortably to a different spot. The bus pulled up and the doors opened up as students started to pile in. I heard a flurry of footsteps running towards the bus stop and I looked up to identify the owner.

Looking up I saw my best friend of over 10 years Sunday Callahan running towards me, waving erratically and shouting to me. "Hey Lenna!" I smiled and grimaced slightly, already knowing what would happen next.

Sunday hooked my arm onto hers, catapulting both she and I into the bus right behind the closing doors, and right into the closest available empty seat. "Good morning!" She said grinning like mad as usual. I rubbed my arm tenderly in the spot where she had grabbed me.

"Yeah," I said. "Nothing wakes you up like a cup of coffee and some rough-housing from your best friend. Seriously Sun, chill it down!"

Sunday smirked and stuck her tongue out at me. "Yeah, yeah- like I can."

"Oh right," I joked. " You're miss, 'no ma'am, please don't send me home- my body temperature is always over 99 degrees!'"

"Okay, okay- enough hating on me for this morning!" Sunday laughed. " I'm sorry about your arm."

"Apology accepted." I said smiling. "Now then, I feel this is necessary to ask- is your sister coming into town this weekend by any chance?"

Sunday thought a moment, the bus roaring in the background of everyone's conversations. "Actually, she is! She gets in on Friday, why do you ask?"

I groaned and slumped my head against the seat in front of me. "I knew there was a reason the boys were coming in early. They want to see Summer."

Summer Callahan was Sunday's older sister who was already off at college. And as for the explanation of my groaning? My brothers are completely in love with her. Yeah, that's right- the both of them.

My older brothers Archer and Bastian are twins, both of them 20 years old just like Summer. We've all lived on the same street since both Sunday and me were only just a few days old, and even before that the three of them had known each other. Our Mom's have been best friends for who knows how long- and as such, they insisted that our Dad's buy houses on the same street.

Anyways, long story short: Arch and Basti have been fighting over Miss Summer for forever. And when I say fight- ohh I mean that they can get ROUGH.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Sunday said. "I mean, if one of your brothers gets married to my sister, then we actually WILL be related! It works out perfectly!"

"I'm fine with that part- it's just the getting there part that worries me."

We pulled through a few more stops, chatting and talking about upcoming plans for the summer vacation until we ended up finally at the prison- ahem, I apologize- I mean, School.

Sunday and I walked down to our lockers- which oh so pleasantly happened to be at the farthest end of the school- and got out our books for the upcoming classes before lunch (there were only two of them if you don't include homeroom right before). As I opened up my book bag to put in my mathematics textbook, I heard a small squeal come from my left. I looked over to see Sunday half hiding in her locker, looking longingly and lovingly to someone straight past behind me.

"What are you doing, hiding behind there like that?" I said, closing her locker and revealing her full face. She looked over to me, grinning and blushing like mad. "Oh-" I said understanding. "It's Porter isn't it?"

She smiled and leaned against the locker in sort of a dazed way. "How'd you guess?"

I smirked. "Because you've got that ridiculous look on your face." I pushed her and turned her to face the other direction.

"Hey!" She protested.

"Straighten yourself up," I said, rolling my eyes. "He's coming over here in any moment."

"Speaking of coming over here at any moment…" She said. I could almost HEAR the smirk imbedded into her voice. I felt my face heat up and I hit her on the arm.

"Stop that," I said. "I don't like him like that, he's just a friend! A mutual friend between me, you, and everyone else in our little group of people."

"Ha!" Sunday laughed, turning back around to face me. "Please! If you did think of Garen as just a friend, then your face wouldn't be as red as a tomato right now."

I frowned. "Well…." I thought desperately for a comeback but none came. Thankfully my rescue came in the form of another friend of mine. "Aric!" I shouted at him from across the hallway. He turned, saw the two of us and waved, then skipping over to where we were to join in with the fun.

"Well hello there ladies- how are my two favorite foreigners doing today?" He grinned at both of us, and placed an arm around our shoulders in a weird sort of group hug fashion.

Aric is the kind of guy who can stop anyone in his tracks. He's got this- weird rough guy/pretty boy vibe to him that makes him attractive to almost everyone that meets him. And not only that, he's got this killer way of getting people to agree with him that really helps out whenever we're late for class.

"We're both doing fine, thank you lad." Sunday said putting on her best Irish accent.

Aric laughed. "So, what's crackin'?"

"Well," I said. "Sunday is still severely crushing on Mr. Porter over there." I motioned to him with my head. "And I'm just simply trying to keep her in line."

Sunday looked at me with a dropped jaw. "You are such a little liar." She said. "I think what she meant to say was that, AND- the fact that she, Little Miss. British, is now crushing on our very own guitar playing friend. Care to take a guess on who that is Aric?"

Aric pretended to think for a moment. "Hmmm…." He said. "Let me guess…. Is it quite possibly- GAREN?" He had a fake shocked look on his face and I hit him lightly on the arm as well.

"Oh shut up." I said laughing. The warning bell rang and Aric released us from underneath his arms.

"Well girls, I'll see you at lunch then!" He said waving to us. "Ta-ta!"

We both waved back and stood watching him leave for a moment. Sunday sighed. I turned over to look at her. "What?" I said.

"If only he wasn't gay…. Then the world could be SO at peace…." Sunday said. I laughed. "Well," She corrected herself. "At least my world would be at peace."

I grinned at her. "Come on, we've got to get to class before we're late."

"Wait-" Sunday said looking around the now almost empty hallway. "Where did Porter and Garen go?"

"Probably to their own classes! Come on Sun, we've only got 3 minutes!"

I dragged her arm and we headed off towards our first class.