PERFECT PLACES , young justice

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FLASHBACK CHAPTER

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IT HAD BEEN one long year since Juniper had seen a familiar face. Other than Raven's that is.

The Juster Leaguer's cat, Elvis, was in fact not a freakish monster sent from hell to eat all human souls, but a complete opposite to Raven and her styles. It was startling to Juniper.

Elvis was the love of Juniper's life—or so she claimed. A white fluffy Persian kitten that was just as antisocial as herself.

That's probably why Raven liked him so much.

For some reason, the kitten had taken a liking to Raven's new roommate—causing Elvis to do a complete 180 on the antisocial scale. Only around Juniper, though.

Today, February ninth, 2007, Juniper Evans was completely filled with joy. The news of seeing one's parents after being separated for a year would do that to a person.

It was odd when Juniper woke up to Raven staring down at the girl while she slept, only uttering the words; "your parents will be here in an hour," before leaving the younger girl's bedroom.

The odd part wasn't the way Raven approached her—hell, that was normal—it was the fact that the news was so out of the blue. Beth and Carter Evans were some of the most organized people Juniper knew. . . Always calling to tell her if a package was being sent to her, or asking a year in advance what she wanted to do for her birthday—it just didn't make sense.

What was so important that they had to drop everything and visit?

Elvis sat comfortably perched in Juniper's young arms, the pink of his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth while dead asleep and being held as if the kitten was a newborn baby. Sometimes he wondered if she'd ever find someone more suited for her than the cat.

Oh, and Wally.

Back to the sight of a coddled Elvis, Juniper had been stood in front of the dark wooden door of the apartment awaiting her parents for the past hour. If the scarlet haired girl didn't have all that adrenaline rushing through her system she'd be sure to be as dead asleep as Elvis. It was 8 o'clock in the fucking morning, even more of a reason to be concerned about the suddenness of the visit. Beth and Carter were morning people, but they knew their daughter was most definitely not.

"Sit down," Raven's voice startled the younger girl. "You haven't moved in, like, fifty minutes and I'm starting to think Elvis grew snakes from his head and turned you to stone."

In the open plan apartment the two girls shared in San-Francisco, Raven sat in a chair at their kitchen table, the only lights in the place coming from the large windows. A lot of brightness to light up the entire apartment, but enough to keep Raven shrouded in the shadows at the table hidden behind the kitchen wall.

The girl then gently placed the white furred feline upon the cold wooden floors. The beautiful kitten—more like a cat from how much he's grown—meow'd in protest at the instant lack of comfort, but not wasting a second to curl up around his favorite girl's ankle.

Juniper turned her head over her should and crossed her arms over her chest. She was about to question Raven if she knew why her parents were coming—more over about the fact Raven was allowing them into her home. Raven hated guests and she made that very clear the entire first month of Junipers long term residency.