Main Character in the Story:

*Kim So Hyun as "Athena" Myung-hee Park

*Tom Hiddleston as Himself

*Jake T. Austin as Michael De Soto

Minor Characters in the Story:

*Brenna D'Amico as Marilyn Rivera

*Tyler James Williams as Eric

*Madison Pettis as Alice

Chapter V: Please Tell Me There's Another One.

~o~

.

.

~o~

"Eom-ma-ya, {Oh my god,}" I say to Marilyn as I munch on french fries from McDonald's. "I thought the weekend would never come."

"I agree," she replies. "The week has been so damn long. I don't get it. Did they add another day to the week or something?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. I just want to get home."

"Why? So you can talk to Tom?"

"What are you? A middle schooler?"

"No. I'm friends with Tom Hiddleston's fucking mystery girl. That's what I am."

"It's not that big of a deal. He's a human, not a god."

"No, but he played Loki Laufeyson, and he's a god. He has the looks of a god too. You at least have to admit that."

"I'm not an expert at this, but I'm pretty sure our friendship is not a stage where you can fan-girl with me."

"Sorry."

I can imagine giving me a look that says "that was mean", and I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. "Martin Freeman makes a great hedgehog."

"You saw that post, too? Oh my God, they should be a cartoon series or something. Something about an otter and hedgehog."

I finish my fries and crumple up the bag. I throw it into the bag from across the table, and it lands in a perfect shot. "Nice." I reach into my front pocket of my bag for my cellphone. "I'm sorry, but I don't see the comparison between Sherlock and an otter."

"What? He totally looks like one. How can you not see it?"

I check the time. "Oh three o'clock. Would you mind going to Remo's with me real quick?"

"Why? We already have enough food here." She bites into her chicken sandwich."

"I'm not going to buy food." I slide out of my seat and put on my backpack. "I just need to see someone before they go on their break. I mean, if they haven't already."

She gathers the trash and stuffs them into the bag. She hands me one of those pies, grabs her things, and gets up from the table.

We exit McDonald's and walk to Remo's next door. The restaurant is packed with what I assume to be hungry customers, yet it's still easy as hell to spot who I'm looking for. He stands at the end of a small family table, taking orders and scribbling them down on his little notepad.

I smiled and open the door. I enter and wait behind a man paying for his meal. Once he's finished, I step forward.

When she turns and seems me on the counter. "Athena Park." She says. "Long time no see."

"Same to you, Alice."

"I was wondering what happened to you. Thought you got kidnapped or something."

I nod my head. "I'm perfectly fine. I just went onto live with someone else for a little while. That's all."

"Tom Hiddleston, no doubt. Last time I saw you two in here, things didn't seem to be going down well. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. It's all good. It was a little misunderstanding, but we got around quite well."

"Mhm. Now what business did you have arguing with Tom Hiddleston? You didn't like his movie or something?"

"One, that's a dumbass reason to fi—er, argue with me. The second reason remains with me."

"I see. Well, Eric should be over here in about three… two… one…"

"Athena." Eric says, approaching the counter.

"Zero." Alice finishes off.

"Hey, Eric." I say to him. I turn to him and smile. I reach up and give him a hug.

"How you been? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

I roll my eyes in amusement. "Tom's not like. He's cool. And I've been… better, I guess." I look behind me and hold a hand out towards Marilyn. "This is my friend, Marilyn, from school. Marilyn, this is my friend, Eric, from… well, I forgot where we met."

"Hi." She says with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." He replies. He takes her hand, but there doesn't seem to be much shaking going on.

"Right. Well, I just came to see how you are. It's been a long time."

He lets go of Marilyn's hand and returns his attention to me. "I know. I was worries you forgot about me or something. Is everything going well in your life? You didn't get in trouble with the law or something, did you?"

"No, no. Actually, I king of… um… I went home."

He looks at me as if he hasn't got a clue of what I'm talking about. "Home? As in, you finally found a place you like?"

"Um, no. I mean I finally went to the home where my parents have been grieving over my absence and praying will come home. That home."

"Nice job." He smiles. "I'm proud of you." He gives me a little fist-bump. "I should buy you a pizza for that."

I shrug. "Maybe for another day. We just finished eating for the day."

"I see. Well, come in again so I can buy it for you. It's nice to have you visit."

"Same here." Alice says. "Hey, if you ever need a job. I'll be happy to let you share mine. I don't get enough breaks as it is."

"Um, I don't think Mr. Ferucci will like that very much."

She waves my words away. "I'm his favorite niece in the world, and I have him wrapped around my damn finger. I think he'll be fine with it."

"Okay. I'll stop by tomorrow to talk about it."

"Sounds good." She turns to shout at someone in the noisy kitchen behind her. Something about an order from twenty minutes ago.

I look at Eric. "Well, I should get going. I want to the library for a while."

"It was great to see you." He gives a huge hug, then he looks at Marilyn. "A pleasure to meet you." He says.

"Same to you." Marilyn bats her big eyes, twirling her hair with her index and middle finger.

I shake my head and exit the restaurant. "Nice." I say to Marilyn.

"What?" She says. "He's really cute. I just wanted to flirt a little bit."

"I think he's interested in Alice. At least, that's what it seemed like the last I saw the two of them."

"Shame. Maybe he'll change his mind."

Yeah, and maybe Hell will freeze over. I cross the street to the library. I walk up the ramp to the entrance, passing drunks and druggers and ignoring their requests for money (as if I had any myself). I never resorted to that. I never asked for money or food. I would just sit on the sidewalk like it was nothing, sometimes singing just for the fun of it, and a few sympathetic-looking people would drop a few bucks on my lap. The only time that pissed me off was when people kept dropping change in my coffee.

"What are we doing here, exactly?" Marilyn asks.

"I just want to see if they have any Shakespeare books to give away." I answer quietly. I walk to the giant staircase, the first thing you see when you enter this library. "One of the librarians told me to come back in a week or two to check if they're giving away any of his books. I gave them three, so I'm coming in to see today."

"Alright. I'll be look for comic books. Do they even have those here?"

I shrug. "I don't even know. I have never bothered to look. I usually go to Barnes and Noble for that. Alright, I will be back soon."

"Okay." She disappears into the children's section.

I rush up the steps and to the librarian's desk. He's helping another kid right now—a little taller than me, well-built body dressed in a green, collared t-shirt (looks like Polo) and beige shorts that fall to his knees. Paesyeon-e joh-eun mas. Neoneun buja da. {Nice taste in fashion. No doubt you're rich.}

He thanks the librarian. When he turns around to leave, my heart rips in half. In his hand is the book I have been waiting for: Othello, and it's in beautiful condition.

I don't hesitate in showing my disappointment, I let out a sigh, my shoulders drooping with sadness. Lucky you.

His eyes lower in concern, not why this strange girl looks so upset. He'll probably thinks I'm weird.

"Please tell me there's another one." I say, looking past the boy and at the librarian.

His look is apologetic. "Sorry. That's the last one. There's won't be any more until next month."

I close my eyes and let out another sigh. "Alright." I turn around and head back to the main entrance. I make it halfway down the steps when I hear someone calling for my attention.

"Wait a second!"

I turn around and see the boy from the librarian's desk. I stay still while he runs down the steps.

"Here." He says, and he hands me the Othello book.

"Eh?! No, keep it. I can wait another month."

"Yeah, so can I. I've got loads of books at home. Take this one."

I raise an eyebrow. I hesitantly take the book without arguing because I have no desire to do so. "Thank you." I swing my book bag around and open the large pocket. I slide the book in, careful not to ruin it or crease it.

"I'm Michael, by the way." He says.

I zip the bag closed and swing it back to its original position. "Athena."

"Athena." He repeats. "That's a beautiful name."

"I would hope so. I wouldn't want a weird name."

"Like Tayten, maybe?" He laughs.

Geuneun yumeo gamgag-iiss-eo. Naneun geugeos-i johdaneun geos-eul jimjaghanda. {He's got a sense of humor. I guess that's good.} Geuligo geuui us-eum-eun salang seuleobda. {And his laugh is adorable.} "My mother's name is Tayten."

His eyes widen, and he shuts up immediately. "I'm so sorry. I thought-"

I started giggle. I know that was mean, but his reaction was priceless. "I'm just kidding."

He breathes a sigh of relief. He laughs quietly, nervously.

I look him up and down. He doesn't seem like he's from around here. His clothes look way too fashionable. "Sorry, I have to ask. Are you new here or something? I've never seen you around town."

"Oh no. I'm new to Stamford. My mom's job moved, and so did we. She didn't feel like looking for another job, I guess."

"Oh I see. Recently, or…"

"Last weekend."

"Ah. Well, welcome to Stamford, then. I hope it doesn't bore you."

His eyebrows lower again. "Why? Do you find it boring?"

"For my age, yes. There's nothing for teens here. Just adults and kids." I'm only speaking from what my friend, Marilyn tells me. I was in New York for a long time, so I'm getting pretty tired of it already, so I guess I'm not really lying."

"I noticed that. My mom bought a map. I have no idea why she did it. But I looked it over, and it doesn't seem like a great hangout for kids."

Did I hear him? No. it wasn't until now I got a proper look at his face. He has the jawline of a god. His hair, near black and cropped in almost a proper, rich kid's style you see in movies. His eyes are brown, but there's a light in them that can put an angel in a trance. He looks very much Hispanic, with flawless dark skin, but I can't tell where he's from. No matter; he's stunning, anyway. When I realize I haven't been paying attention, and I have been quiet for too long. I quickly cover it up with a question. "So what school do you go to?"

"Stamford High."

"Oh, me too. How do you like it so far?"

"It's pretty good. I'm still getting used to the random fights."

"Yeah, so am I. It's so stupid that they feel a need to take care of it during school."

"I agree. We're just trying to get through the day. Don't make us have to deal with your problems."

"Exactly."

He checks the time on his cellphone—a brand-new IPhone, no surprise. "I should get going. Homework."

"That sucks. Good luck with that."

"Thanks. Bye." He walks past me and down the stairs.

I watch him as he hurries out the door. Naneun geuleul joh-ahanda. Geuneun meosjida. {I like him. He's cool.} My phone starts buzzing wildly. I quickly take it out to see who it is. I smile immediately when I see it's a Face-Time request from Tom. I answer it and take out my earphones from my bag.

"Hello, darling." Tom says.

"Hey Tom. Can you give me just two seconds?" My hands shake as I rush to untangle my earphones why they always intend on making the most stubborn knots in my pockets.

"Sure."

Finally. I plug in the earphones and put one of my earbuds in my ear. "Hey, sorry about that. I was two seconds away from throwing my earphones across the room."

He smiles. "There was no rush. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, nothing at all. I'm just in the library looking for Marilyn." I start moving down the staircase and enter the children's section of the library. "She went looking for comic books, now I don't know where she is."

"I'm sure she's near the teenager's area. Isn't that where they keep those kind of books?"

"I don't even know. I have never come into the library to look for comic books."

"Oh, I hope you find her."

"Yeah, me too. Why send for a Face-Time request instead of calling? Did you not have to work today?"

"Fortunately, I did not. It's raining hard over here, too hard for production. They gave everyone the day off. It's about time, too. I thought I'd never get a break."

"Aw, is Mr. Hiddleston tired?" I smile.

"Exhausted, actually. I need some sleep."

"So why in the world are you calling me? You should be getting some sleep."

"Because I wanted to see you. Besides, I have all day to sleep. I just needed to see my cute girlfriend for a while."

I blushed a little for him calling me cute. "I miss you, you know that. Right?"

"Yes, I know. I never cease to feel guilty."

"Guilty about what? It's not like you had a choice. I have a life here, you have a life there."

"I know, but I wish every day I could bring you here. I would love having you live with me."

"I'm sure I would be able to in summer. My parents let me do anything but work and stress as such."

"What would you ask them? 'Do you mind if I go live with Tom Hiddleston in England for a while?' That should work."

"How about, 'A friend of mine moved to England and invited me to stay for the summer. Can I go?' I don't have to say your name."

"I'd rather you not lie to your parents."

I sigh annoyingly. I run down the steps to the bottom level. "Are you my friend?"

"If you considered me one."

"Are you in England?"

"I believe so."

"Then I'm not lying."

"I didn't move here. I lived here already."

"See, now you're just nitpicking."

He laughs. "I'm just joking with you. We'll talk about it another time."

"Fair enough." Just then, I see Marilyn running towards me with a stack of books. My eyes widen as she approaches me with excited eyes and the biggest smile I have ever seen her make that expression.

"Thor. Captain America. The Avengers. Superman. They've got 'em. They have 'em here. Oh my god, they have them."

"Let me guess. You're going to go-"

She shoots past me and dashes up the steps, not even bothering to hear the end of my sentence.

"Borrow them." I say anyway as I slightly shook my head.

"I take it she found some comic books, then?" Tom ask.

"I think so." I enter the section for Romance books.