Iris Lauper's P.O.V.

Being the daughter of Iris had some perks.

Like, seeing a rainbow and have faith that everything will be OK.

Your mood could be easily discovered by seeing your clothes' choice color.

You could light up someone's mood by simply being in the same room as said person.

But, sometimes, people believe we're too enthusiastic over the simple things. Maybe, it's because we know that the best things in life are ephemeral. Because rainbows are just that, a reflection/vision created by a ray of light over a water surface that only stays for a few seconds.

"Hi, guys!" I greeted my friends, who were walking over there. Everyone replied to my greeting, except for one. Stefan di Angelo "Stefan...?"

"Uh?" he looked up at me, as if he hadn't noticed me before. He looked paler than usual, with bags under his brown eyes. His hair, that was normally combed to the side, it was messy, like if a hurricane had passed over his head and shook it up. His clothes weren't any better. They had wrinkles all over it and he wasn't wearing his usual aviator jacket that was a gift from his father when he was 11 "Oh, hi Iris..."

"Stefan, are you alright?" I asked him, concern. He looked away and shrugged, as if he didn't care how he was feeling. But Hades I did! "Have you been having dreams-"

"That's not of your business!" he snapped at me, frowning. I frowned back, more shocked at his reaction than the reason why he snapped at me. Stefan was known for being the calm of the di Angelo twins. He never got angry, unless you took it really far. And, I didn't feel I was taking it far.

"Stefan, I was just asking-"

"No, what you do is always meddling in people's life, trying to play heroine, because you know that you'll never be one in real life!" Stefan cut me, and not only in the speech. He stuck a knife inside of me and left it inside as he pronounced those words and walked away, glaring at anyone that shared paths with him. The people that were with us were speechless and walked away as soon as they could to avoid the awkward moment. I was simply frozen in my place, replaying his words in my head.

'You'll never be one in real life...'

'You'll never be one in real life...'

'You'll never be one in real life...'


I spent the following week locked inside my cabin, not even leaving it for eating. I wasn't with appetite and, to be frank, I didn't want to face people talking about me and the reaction that Stefan had with me. I didn't want to have the pity looks over me. I didn't want to look at people, reconsidering what Stefan said and realizing he might be right about me. I didn't even want to see my reflection on the mirror, because I know I'll break down and cry. I'm too much of a coward to even consider the easy way out, because it's scares me.

"Iris, open up!" I recognized that voice. It belonged to my brother Butch, one of the first inhabitants of this cabin. He was now 35 years and lived in New Athens. Which means he came here because our siblings talked to him "Iris, I just want to talk..."

"I- I don't" I focused in not to stammer, which I might say, I was doing a bad work at it. Butch didn't kept trying, but someone else did.

"Iris, it's Stefan" I froze, because even if he didn't say his name, I'd had recognized that voice everywhere. I whimpered and backed away from the door, making sure they didn't hear me moving. They already know I was inside, so why bother much? "Iris, open this door I'll shadowtravel inside" I snorted and kept silent. This house had no shadow, because it was completely light. The colors shimmered around and it was a beautiful show, if your weren't depress "Iris, don't make me do it-"

"Stefan di Angelo, I told you to apologize to the poor girl, not to frighten her even more!" a female voice scolded Stefan. I couldn't watch outside, since I had chosen a place away from the window, but I recognized the authority in her voice.

"But, she won't open the door, Mom!" Mom?! His Mom had to make him apologize?! I couldn't take that humiliation and I decided to open the door to my problems and punch them in the gut. I didn't care of my apperance, thought I did when I opened the door and saw the woman in front of me.

She was tall, lean and athletic. Her black hair was braided over her left shoulder, with her bangs to the same side. Her skin was almost caramel, which was a mix of race and sun tan. Her eyes were brown and calculating, as if she was deducing if people were liars and she was their detector.

"You're a coward, Stefan di Angelo!" I spatted out, surprising even myself when I said that "How dare you tell me that I'll never be a heroine when you won't do anything without Mommy's orders?!" I mocked him, earning a glare from him "Why you don't go and tell your lies to someone who belives them?" I was about to close the door in his face when he stopped me.

"You better apologize to my Mom, right now" I wasn't in the mood, I wanted to cry and I wanted now.

"Alright... I'm sorry..." I said to his mother "...that your son can't stop hurting me!" I screamed in his face, before slamming the door shut. I heard someone walking in behind me, but I was too sad to find out.

"Look, I know you're hurt, but Stefan didn't want to apologize before because he knows he screw up bad..." his mother defended him "Are you really going to resent him for something you both know it's not true?" She left soon afterwards.

And, that's how I met Stefan di Angelo's Mom...