1. Crush

Sky and Bloom

Bloom felt the light breeze nipping on her skin and she tightened her cream scarf on her neck. Although, it was cold, her steps never faltered.

A walk was always good. Especially when it was the time of cold.

To generate more heat in this cold weather, she began to rub her hands together. She released a breath which came out in the form of a small fog. She beamed slightly at this, remembering her childhood and did it again, just for the fun of it.

She adjusted her beanie which was just about to fall, on her head and pulled the sweater closer. By now, light snowfall has started and time to time, the snowflakes hit her skin, making her shiver in cold.

Why did I not just stay in? She couldn't help but question in her head.

Another reason to take that walk was to clear her head. With everything that had been going on and Stella's behaviour put Bloom into a source mood.

Seriously, is getting a boyfriend such a big thing?

Well, in Stella's book it was.

Because that was what she fought with Bloom about. She had a boyfriend; everybody should get a boyfriend. She had sent Aisha and her to many blind dates but none of them clicked with either one of them.

And they both didn't even want a boyfriend.

She remembered this one time the date turned out to be a disaster. . .

Bloom was dressed in a pretty blue strapless dress that fit her perfectly, showing all her curves, along with four inch silver strapped heels that accentuated her long legs. Her straight hair were opened and the hoop earings she wore made her look gorgeous.

Lastly, she took her purse before Stella dropped her to the venue.

Nervously, she entered the restaurant where her date was probably waiting. She went to the receptionist.

"Reservations under McKenny."

"Right this way, ma'am," she lead her to her table where a guy sat, drinking, which looked like, alcohol.

Bloom uttered a small thank you before she sat down and they both placed their order.

"Hey, gorgeous. You're looking sexy," the guy in front of her-or as Stella told his name, Brody-smiled creepily at her.

Bloom could only think one thing:

He wasn't even pretty.

She felt the urge to gag but controlled herself.

What kind of date is this? I'm not leaving Stella!

She muttered a thanks to him and sighed keeping her hands on the table when she felt his hands on her thighs.

She couldn't help but jump at the action and glare at the man.

"How dare you?!" she raged on.

"Oh come on, beautiful, let me touch you. After all, you are my date for to-"

Before he could complete that sentence, she took the vase present at the centre of the table and threw the water on him.

"I'm nobody's date, you bloody fu**er! And being someone's date doesn't give you the right to touch them, inappropriately!"

"Is there an inconvenience?" the manager asked.

By now, half of the restaurant was looking at them.

"Nothing. Just make sure to never let this bas**rd in again! Also, you can collect the bill from him." Saying that, she left.

Ah. . . old memories.

Bad ones, too.

Let's just say, after that date, she never went on another blind date.

She didn't realize, she had gone deep into the forest, until she heard a voice of weapon dropping.

Almost immediately, she turned around, startled and afraid, to see who was there.

Nobody.

Nobody was in sight.

To say she was scared would be an understatement; she was extremely frightened.

The scenario was not reassuring as well; deep forest with numerous huge trees, totally secluded. To put it nicely, nobody would know someone had been killed in this forest. That somebody being Bloom.

That thought made her gulp heavily as she looked everywhere for a sign of someone.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a hand touched her shoulder, causing her to scream, involuntarily. Someone put their hand on her mouth to quieten her down.

Abruptly, she turned around to see the culprit, only to have a view of an insanely gorgeous man. He had deep midnight blue eyes that seemed to shine as his perfectly plump lips curled up to smile. His blonde hair were almost golden and they accentuated his face. His straight nose and perfectly structured face were another thing.

Physique that could easily be counted as something made by the God himself, in that blue Red Fountain uniform. Anybody could easily say; he was sexy.

"Done checking me out?" he asked, more like stating, snapping her out of her gaze.

Her eyes grew wide, "I-I wasn't ch-checking you out!"

He smirked, causing her to groan internally. He knew. Of course, he did.

"Anyway, so, what is a fairy like you doing here in amidst of the forest?" he asked, raising his blonde brows.

"How do you know I'm a fairy?"

"Considering you're quite close to Alfea School, I predicted you're one of the fairy."

Bloom raised her eyebrow, "Maybe, I was a witch trying to invade Alfea and steal something."

At her response, he chuckled and moved closer to her, causing her to take in a sharp breath at the close proximity as he lifted her face by placing his fingers on my chin. His touch had caused warmth to flow through her body even in this cold weather.

"I have neither heard about witches being this beautiful nor had I ever seen them," his voice came out husky and low, almost audible to even her.

Blushing and unable to come out with a response, she simply asked, "What are you doing here?"

She had moved away from him, crossing her arms, once she felt the cold breeze hit her.

He shrugged, "Just on a mission but our ship crashed in the way so. . ."

"Wait! Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah," he nodded and she sighed in relief. "Timmy is fixing everything."

"Yeah. I know him," she told him.

"You do?"

"He is Tecna's boyfriend."

"Tecna?"

"She's my friend," she answered him. She felt two or three leaves fall on her head by the pressure of the wind.

"Oh."

A brief silence settled between them when the cool breeze caused her to shiver. Sky noticed this and removed his jacket when a shout from afar came for him.

Both of them looked towards the way the shout came from, then glanced at each other. And smiled.

He came forward, once again, "You look stunning when you smile."

She couldn't cover the light hue of red that coated her cheeks. It was sure that he was a smooth talker. He draped his jacket over her shoulder.

"The name's Sky, by the way," he whispered in her ear, causing her to hold in a breath at his closeness. She had never been this close to any stranger.

"B-bloom."

"Just like you; beautiful."

And just like that he strolled away but not before placing a feather light kiss on the corner of her lips and whispering, "I hope we'll meet soon."

Both of them had developed a crush on each other, that day. It was sure.

As soon as she turned around to leave, herself, she realized she had his jacket and the hidden meaning behind his last sentence;

She will indeed see him soon.

THE END