Tecna smiled as she stared after her boyfrirend. She never knew this side of him. In the past few weeks they defeated Acheron, celebrated Daphne's wedding and just enjoyed life. She hoped it would last. But you never know, one day you're skippin' around smelling the roses and the other you're clinging to the cliffside by your fingernails.
But the very idea of going back to Alfea was making Tecna sick to her stomach. Literally. Stella would poke her big, fat nose into Tecna's love affairs, Musa would plague the life of her with the constant whining about being ALONE and Bloom would hog all of the attention with her acting the ''drama queen'' and ''i have a hard life so you give me the present or ELSE''. Tecna loved her friends but sometimes they were too much for her. She needed someone who wouldn't act or whine or poke his/her nose into somebody's problems OR make her heart flutter and questions her every action. Someone who would just be. Without all of the juicy details.
Sometimes it seemed like all of the people she knew followed this mantra:
So WHAT that she was heartily sick of listening to them, so WHAT that she wanted to be herself and not a world-saving-energy-blasting teenager that she pretended to be all of the time. So WHAT that she needed a break from being one of the Winx club just make her life too difficult to bear everyone - no problems!
With these thoughts stinging her, Tecna entered the rooms of the Winx.
''Here it goes.'' thought the technology fairy as she entered the room.
It seemed that their story lost its taste.