Warnings: Fluff and a little angsting. ((Rating may change in regard to later chapters))
Pairing: Largely Stephanie x Sportacus, with smidgeons of Trixie x Stingy.
Disclaimer: All LazyTown characters belong to the genius sex-god that is Magnus Scheving.
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Chapter One
To start off with, she'd seen him as a playmate; the 'above-average' town hero who came to her rescue countless times, no matter what the time of day or, indeed, night was.
Time had marched on though, and Stephanie's innocent, earnest respect for him had twisted into completely new dimensions, taking root deep in her heart, and awakening an aching desire inside her.
This strange, new feeling had at first alarmed her. She found herself blushing furiously whenever Sportacus spoke to her, and even started getting into minor mishaps on purpose, just so she could have a few moments of blissful joy in his arms, as he helped her down from a tree, or caught her as she was about to fall. The contact caused small shivers to jolt up and down her spine, and her heart would begin to race.
Slightly confused and bewildered, she kept her thoughts to herself, wondering what it could all possibly mean. She refused to let herself think she was in love; that would be foolish. Instead, she thought about confiding in someone. She considered trying to tell Uncle Milford how she felt, but wrote it off as being too embarrassing. She could always tell Bessie, but that was too risky, considering she was somewhat of a gossip.
That left her friends. Trixie probably wasn't a good idea; she had a habit of spilling any secrets she was told, and sometimes she'd even make fun of the person in question.
She ruled out Pixel as well. His crush on Stephanie had grown more and more apparent, almost to the point of obsession. As a result, their friendship was more strained, and they'd grown a little distant. Stephanie couldn't bear to think of Sportacus distancing himself from her.
Stingy and Ziggy were probably her best bets. Ziggy was incredibly loyal, and Stingy always kept secrets, which he viewed as 'his'.
Of course, the person she really wanted to tell was Sportacus himself, but she couldn't see that happening in a hurry. Sighing sadly, she tried to fight off mental images of her pouring out her heart to Sportacus, only to have him throw it all back in her face.
A familiar ache tore open inside her, and she began to cry.
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