She had glitter for skin. It was that time of the day where the sun is that warm autumn orange. The golden hour, they call it. Carla, the March Princess. When Polo saw her he could hear the fun trill of a light piano. A small smile spread across his lips. It might be the love of his life. Just maybe. Oh, but it was so easy to look over at Ander was it not?

That boy is like honey drizzling off wet stones in the rays of sun. He stood there in his tennis uniform just kind of enjoying the day just the same way Polo was. Out here, by the water, with his hands gripping onto a delightfully wonderful book he found it so easy to be happy. He could spend the day feeling just like this.

A prince forever trapped on the bench between two Gods wondering when either one will approach him. His big bright eyes so full of wonder and dreams. His heart so full of love and light. His day just beginning. What happens on the next page? He flips it over to find out and a canary flutters up over his head from a nearby tree to land on the mirror of a car parked outside the school in lot number one.

Out here is Guzman and he's dripping wet from swimming in the school pool. His nipples are hard from the chill and his shirt it rolled up and wrapped around his neck. Those tight speedos do nothing to keep out the chill but he had to run out here. She's saying through the texts in her phone that it's an emergency.

Her voice is sweet when she speaks the way nectar might sound in the stem of flowers if they were granted the gift of speech, "Guzman. Mirra!"

He spins to look at her and there she is all a glow like a bottle of Red Carlo Rossi Sangria in a bucket of ice. She's dressed for the photo shoot. Her hair is out in a fluffy affro, her earrings are diamond pyramids, her black dress is cut off at the leg and so much is left to the imagination. She's an angel of light out here and perhaps the very reason the sun shines.

"Ay Dios Mijos." He whispers.

A crescendo in the air. The music of the day is inaudible but a little day dreaming goes a long away. There's laughter all around and it's not in mockery it's in genuine joy.

She explains that her strap has broken on her bra and that it's cutting into her skin. She's tried to fix it but could not and trusts no one but him for the job. A buzz in his pocket. It's his mother. He decides to miss the call...

Over there, Omar, the photographer, awaits them patiently. He's perched on top a boulder near a bridge. The willow in the school courtyard is the destination for the scene she's chosen. It's stunning. So was the boy with the backward red baseball cap and the black mesh tank top who was there to lift heavy props and that boy had glow on his face and a glorious look in his eyes for Omar.

How wonderful this day has become. Even heartbroken wild and untamable Marina is finding the time to smile at geese as they swim past paper boats on the surface of the water surrounding Las Encinas. She thinks so heavy on Sammu. She loved that boy and he's spinning in circles somewhere beyond padded walls. A boy who lost his mind left them all behind and she's trying so hard to keep them from falling apart.

That red hair of hers is the color of a fresh crisp autumn and she's radiant as a beam in the night for all hallows eve is so close and this year it'll be coming with the orange haze of something none of them are prepared for. She reads the wind like it's scripture and she holds in her eyes the sight. This beautiful evening warns her of something dark to come.

Polo, now, having gotten to a very sour ending of a chapter, has doggeared the page and rose to get a good look at the girl he probably loves. She's over there with that small walking shag rug carpet she calls a pet. The animal is adorable in that matching sky blue silk fabric. A bow on a puppy's head is to reflect the dress Carla wears. Carla want's to look like the sky in summertime all the time and he loves that but then he looks at Ander.

Ander, who's finally looking at him. Kneeling there, actually, on the ground just on the otherside of the metal armrest for the bench. He's smiling and it's warm and it's happy. Ander who looks so brilliant in white. He's that missing color to make Polo's deep red and black attire hiss in freedom. Those two boys burned through a summer.

Oh, that night...

Shirts discarded, air hot, the wood of the doc damp and moist beneath Polo as Ander pressed his chest to Polo's torso and they just lied there feeling the pressure of warm skin and tiny little black hairs as they both took their time to breath and look out at summer night skies. This of course they told no one.

Now here Ander is and he looks a lot like he wants to do that again but that it's far too cold out now for any of that. Unless... unless Ander wants to take him home. Could that be it? Could that be where the night takes him. To the principals house in her sons sheets. Feeling that glittery skin the way he feels Carla's every now and then. Carla doesn't seem to be interested in him any more any how. She's so very into Christian unless it's convenient for her.

Like now, she comes swooping in like a villain insisting the prince go with her on the journey into the mysterious forest to retrieve those things she'd die without like the souls of sad children who got lost. She really is a monster of a goddess. Beautiful and radiant but a ruler of the damned. Hera, if you will. Oh and Polo knows better than to think himself Zues. Lightning is not his thing. He prefers good music and a Sheppard boy from time to time. So perhaps he's the demi God Pan.

A flash. The first photo has been taken.

Another reason Carla wants to leave. Too much go for one to survive. When Polo realized they were actually going into the forest he grew very concerned. She turns to smile at him and tells him how much she wants to go get in trouble. He only looks back at Ander in woe and sadness as if this is heartbreaking. As if getting laid might somehow cause a person pain. That makes no sense does it?

Just as he slips out of sight he catches the eyes of another. Just one other. The one who has the sight. And she passed a vision to him...