The Skyline

Chapter 1: Nice to Meet You, Part I

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth."

Jess C. Scott

(Listen to 'Perfect' by One Direction for this chapter)

Flora

"Oh, come on, Bloom, we're going to find you a beautiful dress and then you'll be the most beautiful girl at the dance." I reassured Bloom.

Oh, yes, the dance. Every year, a dance is held at Alfea to welcome the freshman fairies. Although, I'm the type of person who lives in her books/plants and do not talk much, I love ball dances. The dancing, the romantic atmosphere. But, I'm the type of a person who'd never dance with a boy in front of these many people; I'm too shy or you could say, a little socially awkward. Maybe, that is the reason I've never had a boyfriend. So, currently, the girls and I are preparing for the dance. Musa, Tecna, Stella and I are so excited, but, Bloom isn't

Bloom, being Bloom was not in the mood of attending the Dance because she didn't have a dress and Stella, being Stella wasn't going to leave her alone.

"Bloom, I'm finding you a dress and you're going to the dance, and, you'll dance the night away with one of the cute boys from Red Fountain. And I bet they're going to be plenty." Stella said with a sheepish grin.

Of course, there will be a lot of cute boys; it's Red Fountain. I, Flora, am a hopeless romantic. I've always wanted a Prince Charming with midnight blue eyes and tall figure who will always be there for me; who is poetic and sensitive.

"Bloom, that's enough! We're going shopping!" I heard Stella yell and Tecna groaning which made me snap out of my thoughts. Sometimes, I just wanna sit there and dream. Ah, well.

Since Stella said we're going shopping, yes, you read it right, we're going to shopping, because when Stella says the world, 'shopping' it follows with all five of us roaming in the city of Magix, an hour of getting lost, and coming home after 12 hours with at least 20 bags. Literally.

Where was I? Right, so we're going shopping to buy Bloom a dress.

The ball had started. The Trix were defeated. And Bloom finally found a dress perfect for her. Stella's ring is also safe, so right now, it was time to celebrate. Bloom was already dancing with Sky; he's a boy from Red Fountain. Well, Stella was right; a lot of cute guys are here, but I didn't like any. I just standing by the bar, taking a sip from my drink as Musa talked. I know Musa was crushing on one of the friends of Sky, his name was Riven? I guess.

"Would you like to dance with me, Flora, please," Musa realized that I was hardly paying any attention to what she was saying and I looked up as she snapped fingers in front of me and continued, "God, Flora, I asked you if you would like to dance a hundred times!" she practically yelled.

"I'm sorry. I was just thinking." I replied with a weak smile.

"Excuse me," I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned about to see who it was; it was boy and he continued, "Would you like to dance with me?"

I noticed the boy carefully now; he was tall, with caramel skin, lighter than mine, and black hair. He was undeniably attractive, but the thing that captivated me to stare at him the most, was his icy blue gaze. "I…um," I froze. I didn't know what to say. I've never danced with a boy before, well, except for my dad, so I turned to Musa for help, "I'm sorry, but I was going to stay here with my friend."

He looked over to Musa and she smirked, and he took the chance, "Would you mind if I borrow your date for a while?"

Musa just shrugged, "Sure, have fun." She turned on her heels before she winked at me which earned a chuckle from the boy and went over to a couple of people which I didn't know, no surprise there, and started talking to them.

I looked back at him, and smiled weakly. He offered his hand and I took it as he took me towards the place where the others were dancing. Stella looked at me and raised an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes.

He took my hands and placed them on his broad shoulders and put his hands on my waist which took a bit by surprise. I realized what he was wearing; unlike every other boy here, he had messy hair, black skinny jeans a white shirt with a loose tie and a black blazer. It was kind of weird to be wearing these kind of clothes to a formal event and now I regret not just wearing my flower pajamas.

His touch was gentle but it was awkward. I was feeling uncomfortable and I'm pretty sure he noticed it and he spoke to fill the awkward silence, "You didn't tell me your name." I was just looking at the ground to avoid eye contact with him. There was something about his eyes that just made me forget everything. I shot up and he just chuckled. It took me a moment to realize what he had said and replied, "Um… sorry, yeah, I'm Flora. And you are…?"

He looked into my eyes and I held my breath; we were pretty close. Closer than we should be, but I couldn't just push him away, we were dancing together and I agreed, so…

My chest almost brushed with his, and I let go of the breath I didn't even know I was holding for a long time. I didn't know what to do. I had to look somewhere else. Other than his eyes, they were making me forget everything; it was like he was using some sort of charm spell.

Instead of looking anywhere else, I chose to look at his lips. Not the best choice. Probably the worst. They were perfectly shaped. He took eyes off of mine and came a bit closer; close to my ear and answered the question I asked him that I forgot because I was busy admiring his beautiful features.

"Let us just not learn my name," his soft raspy voice continued, "Anyways; there is a very little possibility that you will see me again, and if you do, it would awkward, just like right now."

My mouth was left open; he understood that it was awkward for me. His aura was different; he was different. He wasn't flirtatious like all the other guys I've met.

"Well, I told you my name so you have to tell me yours; it's common curtsy." I said with a smile as twirled me around and brought me back to his chest with a grin on his face.

"You can call me anything."

"Why, you don't have a name?" I said with a smile.

"I don't know, do I?" we were both smiling like crazy people. Even though, I just met him, I felt safe in his arms. He was nothing like I would describe my Prince Charming to be, but he made me smile. Okay, I know, just because people make you smile, doesn't mean you like them but he was different.

I played along with his little 'name spree' and said, "Let me guess, your parents chose a really weird name for you."

"I do not believe so; it is exceptional, though. Make a feral guess." His language was so rich. He spoke like a history teacher.

"I don't know," I continued as I thought of all the unique names I could think of, "umm… Francisco?"

He laughed lightly at my answer. That was the best I could come up with. Where do you find exceptional names?

"Well, that is best I could come up with. Just tell me your name." I retorted and kind of sounded like a small child. "Okay, it starts with 'e', now could you make a guess?" he gave me a hint with a smirk on his face; he was enjoying watching me get annoyed.

"Hmm… 'e', okay, is it 'Ezra'?" I made a hopeful guess.

"Close," my smile grew wider that I'd at least made fair guess and he continued, "It is Eros."

Eros. What and amazing name. Eros; I liked it. In a book, I read that 'Eros' stands for 'love'.

"Your name's meaning is 'love'. It's beautiful." I said with a smile that wasn't going to leave my face anytime soon.

"It is a good thing that you know the significance of name; it is striking, actually."

We'd been dancing for a while and got a bit tired so Eros offered to grab me and him a drink. We went towards the bar. I couldn't see any of the girls nearby which was a good thing because if they saw me with a boy, they'd gang up on me and the boy. Every girl's story.

When we reached to the bar I heard Eros say, "Uh… two non-alcoholics, please."

"Eros." I said without looking at him. His head shot up and he looked at me, "hmm?" he asked me.

My face broke into a grin one more time, "Nothing, I just wanted say your name."

He just chuckled and looked at the people dancing and sighed, "Flora?"

"Hmm…?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to say your name." he said as he handed me my drink. I took a sip out of it, smiling, and he spoke up again, "Flora?"

I brought my drink down as he faced me and came a little closer, "It was nice to meet you."

I felt butterflies in my stomach when he said that. He feels nice that he met me. But, that's a common thing to say. Never mind, it was amazing he said it.

"It was nice to meet you, too, Eros," he smiled at my reply and faced the people dancing one more time and I continued, "I've got a question, though." His head snapped in my direction and he narrowed his eyes.

"I noticed that you have a very rich vocabulary, do you like reading?"

His smile grew wider, "I worship reading."

"I do too," I looked at my drink and continued, "So you go to Red Fountain?"

"Uh…no." he said in monotone. Wait, what? If he doesn't go to Red Fountain, he isn't invited to the ball. If he isn't invited to the ball, he… he's an imposter. What have I done? I've been dancing and talking with an imposter. Oh, Griselda will kill me. Wait, what if he is a serial killer?

"Don't worry, I'm not an imposter or a slaughterer, but I'm sure you have a vivid imagination, Flora."

Oh my God, I said that out loud. "I didn't mean it like that… I mean, I did, but that's different… please, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry. I'm a friend of Faragonda; she invited me." He said in a soothing voice and I let out a sigh.

But, then it hit me, "Wait, you said 'Faragonda' instead of 'Miss Faragonda', how old are you?"

"Uh… I'm 19."

He said that without looking at me and now I realized he was avoiding contact with me. He was scared that maybe he'll say something that he shouldn't. I kept staring at him. His eyes were so beautiful. They were striking and his skin made them pop even more. His lips were perfectly shaped and I just wanted to touch them so bad. His hair had volume and they seemed soft.

He finally turned to look at me and caught me staring. I quickly looked in another direction and a smile formed on his lips.

"Can I ask you something, Flora?" he asked me. The way he says my name is so… nice? I just love hearing it come out of his mouth with his soft raspy voice. It always sends butterflies in my stomach.

"Sure." I replied and looked at my glass; it was empty now. I kept it on the bar's counter and looked at him.

He signed, "Do you trust me?" he said looking into my eyes and made me freeze with his. It was like I could keep staring at them. My mouth was also open because of his question.

"I don't follow, what do you…" he cut me off.

"Just be forthright, do you trust me?"

A million things rushed into my head at that time. But I don't know why I said it but it just came out, "Yes."

He kept looking at me in disbelief and I repeated, "I trust you, Eros."

He took my hand and dragged me out of the ball room, and that's when I started to tense up. What if he wanted to…? Ew, what am I thinking? Get your mind of the gutter, Flora.

He was smiling and it looked kind of creepy. What if he really is a slaughterer? Just as I thought of it his snapped in my direction and he raised an eyebrow. "Flora, I think I told you I'm not a slaughterer."

What is it with him? How does he know everything I feel? "Where are we going?" I asked out of curiosity and worry. "I'm just taking you somewhere. Don't worry; it's just a beautiful place I'd like to show you."

Huh. That just made me calm down. We walked out of the building and were now in the gardens past the stairs.

"Where is it? There is chance I already know about it." I said.

"I'm pretty sure you don't."

We were out of the school and into the woods. The fear came back again. He stopped and faced me with made crash into his chest. "You do trust me, right? Because if you feel I'm a danger to you, we could go back." He asked me. Suddenly, those words made me melt. He was so kind. God, why was he like that?

"No, I trust you. Now, let's go because we have to come back before the ball ends or I'll be dead; Griselda will kill me." I replied as I took his hand. His signature smile formed on his lips and we went further into the woods.

Soon enough, we were past the woods and in front of a water body. No, it wasn't Lake Roccaluce.

It was a sea. A not so very wide, but a beautiful clear lake. Past that, to the left, was a storm of lights, more like lamps?

"Those lights are so beautiful." I said I felt a touch on shoulder and turned to see Eros with thoughtful eyes, "Those are not lights, that's a skyline."

Hey guys! I'm back with a new story. What not back… but, that's different.

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