Forever Yours

Chapter Thirty-Five

A few months later

"Are we seriously going back to school?"

"Yes."

"But why?" Quinn whined to Kaethe as they sat on the bed in Makaria's room. He had flung himself backwards onto the bed, sinking into the softness of it as he complained to them about the unfairness of having to return to high school after defeating a titan. "We took down Kronos, or rather Mak took down Kronos and now we have to return to school as if nothing had happened?"

Kaethe pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at her boyfriend from the corner of her eye before she went back to the tablet she had in her hand. She was looking at colleges, for all three of them to attend next fall. If Quinn got into college, that was. That detail was still on hold. "It's because she took down Kronos that we are returning to high school," Kaethe told him as she sighed and sat the electronic device off to the side. "Both her parents want her to have a normal human experience, as does Thanátos so we are going back."

"So unfair," Quinn muttered as he stared up at the ceiling. He picked up the small teddy bear that sat at the end of her bed, throwing it up into the air and catching it as it came back down. "Is our dear death god also returning to high school?"

"No," this came from Makaria as she studied herself in the full length mirror across the room. She looked at her two friends in the reflection of the mirror as she spoke. "He has a job to do so he will not be returning with us. Besides, he has no need for high school lessons seeing how he lived anything they could teach us."

She turned around from the mirror. Going over to her vanity, Makaria picked up the large ruby necklace that sat on the hard surface and slipped it over her neck. Patting the stone against her chest, she turned towards her friends. "How do I look?" she asked as she did a small twirl. The hem of her short skirt flew around her knees, while the peasant blouse rolled down her shoulders. "Good enough to attend the first day of school?"

"Yes."

"No."

Both girls looked over at Quinn, frowns on their faces. When Quinn caught them looking at him, he shrugged his shoulders and gave a sheepish grin. "What? It shows too much skin."

Kaethe pushed him in the shoulder, hard; making him fall over and off the bed. He landed on the plush beige carpet with a soft thud before an "ow" could be heard. It was muffled as he'd fallen on his face. "What are you, her father?" she asked as they both stared down at his prone body.

Quinn didn't move. He just laid there on the floor, face in the carpet and thought about his future. "You know, maybe I need to find new friends," he retorted, his voice still muffled by the carpet. "Some friends that love and appreciate me for the sensitive person I am. Because I do not feel loved anymore."

Makaria glanced over at Kaethe, trying to hold back her laughter. She loved her friends, but Quinn could be over dramatic at times. Walking over to where he was laying on the floor, Makaria bent down and put a hand on his back. "We love you, Quinnton," she told him softly. He turned his head to look at her, a frown on his lips. "You're our little weird dude."

"Right..." Quinn sat up on his elbows, legs crossed up in the air behind him. "So how do you like living here?" He was speaking about the house her mother had picked out to live in during their time in the mortal realm. It was large and spacious, but there were times, especially late at night, when Makaria would find herself wishing Thanátos was with her.

Her room was hers, and the biggest she'd ever had before. Large closets fill to the brim with clothes and shoes, while a large desk sat against the wall of windows that overlooked the backyard. Light lavender paint covered three of the four walls, with beige carpet on the floor. A massive king size bed sat in the middle, up against another wall that had horizontal black and white stripes going across it. A large bookcase covered the rest of the walls, giving her room the smell of old books. It was Makaria's sanctuary, the one place where she felt like she could be herself.