Heeey guys. Long time since I wrote something. I had better ideas than this one but oh well. So this takes place after Season 3 episode 8. I tried to write it as if it was an episode hence the changing scenes. Hope you enjoy it!
Bloom, Bloom, and Bloom. That's all anyone can ever talk about. The Trix wanted her, couldn't have her. Darkar wanted her, he died in the process. Now Valtor? Ooh, the dragon fire. So fancy! I AM SICK OF IT.
Stella tossed aside a pillow, triggering it to hit the wall with a light thud. Classes had just commenced and they had already found themselves in the midst of all dismay. Surviving her father's wrath was the easy part, now dealing with the endless cycle of drama – that was another story. Stella loved Bloom, they were best friends, but sometimes it got her blood boiling how since Bloom's arrival, she was only a shadow.
"Stella, you okay?" A certain brunet poked her head from around the door with a small frown on her lips.
"Peachy. Say, Flora don't you have a boyfriend to find? Where has been Helia these days? Men don't know how to appreciate a woman, I tell you." Stella flipped her flaxen strands over her shoulder, speaking coldly while remaining on her comfy bed with her legs crossed. She knew it was rude, but she didn't care. Brandon had not been the greatest boyfriend as everyone had thought.
"Love, what is good for?" Stella scoffed and wiggled her fingers, using her magic to push Flora outside before she could offer a reply.
"Ooft." Flora fell onto her bottom with her lips slightly pouted. "That wasn't nice, Stella."
"A party? I don't think I'm up for a party right now, Miss Faragonda." Bloom sighed at the memory of Sky and the one night she had wished she could erase from her memory. In fact, she wished she could erase Sky from her memory all together.
"Oh, but it is exactly what you fairies need. A night to forget your problems and enjoy yourselves." Faragonda smiled politely, placing a palm on Bloom's shoulder in a comforting manner. "There will be no if's or buts, Bloom. Now go on."
"Okay!" The fiery red-head mustered all of her energy to smile up at her headmistress.
"A PARTY? HAS MISS FARAGONDA NOT SEEN WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST TWO PARTIES?" Tecna's mouth dropped open in pure surprise as Digit shook her head madly. The two did not approve.
Musa shrugged off the exclamation while Tune sipped her tea, refraining from making a comment. "I think it'll be good. We'll be safe here at Alfea."
"If anything does happen, Stella and I can protect you!" Layla raised her fist into the air excitedly, laughing out in glee.
Stella did not seem too fond of the idea. "Or you know, you can all defend yourselves." A faux simper attached to her visage and it was enough to make the Winx believe she was simply teasing.
"I already invited a bunch of people. If Sky is going to move on, so will I!" Bloom sounded hopeful but everyone knew she was putting on a front for her friends.
Flora reached over to Bloom, snaking her arms around her petite friend in a hug. "You'll be okay, Bloom. We'll be with you."
In unison the girls laughed. Except one laugh was far more forced than natural. Something was stirring inside of Stella and it wasn't positive.
"Stella, are you alright? You're beginning to look sick."
Bloom attempted to catch up with Stella after class the next morning. The Winx had noted that their usually bubbly friend had lacked her spark while a greenish hue had surfaced her skin.
"Bloom, I'm fine. Just a bit tired." Stella raised her shoulders in a short shrug before sauntering in the direction of her room. Millions of thoughts were parading in her dome. Her father. Her kingdom. Brandon. Her responsibilities of being a fairy. It was all too much. There was no time to worry about homework. An icy liquid hung at the bottom of her eyelids as she quickened her speed and yanked open the door to her separate bedroom before shutting the door behind her.
The swift actions caught Bloom off guard. She was absolutely sure something was up with Stella now. It was obvious Stella wasn't going to open up to her, so, she decided to call in reinforcements.
Pulling out her phone, Bloom scrolled through her contacts, halting at a certain Specialists icon prior to tapping it. The phone rang a couple of times before a half confused voice asked "Hello?"
"Brandon, hey!"
"Bloom? Hey. What's up?"
"I need a favour. Something's up with Stella. I was wondering if you could talk to her. There's a party tomorrow night and it would be the perfect opportunity to get her to open up!"
"Uh, yeah, sure. I tried calling her yesterday and there was no answer. I thought maybe she was mad at me. Didn't know what for, though."
"Yeah, she's been dodging us all. I need to go, Brandon. I'll see you tomorrow!"
"See ya!"
Bloom smiled softly to herself, with determination flashing in her eyes. If she couldn't be happy herself, she sure as hell would make her best friend happy.
COMMENT! Should I continue? I don't know how I feel about this.
