Moon Flying

So I'm standing here, with the moonlight on my back (isn't that picturesque?), forced to face the three horrors of my life. Why don't you say hello? Say, "Hi Heath! Hi Erik! Hi Stark!" Now, there are no guarantees that any of them understood you, seeing as their brains have only been getting punier since they were born (especially Heath) but you can always hope.

Anyway, I'm standing here facing the three guys in my life, about to grill them. Boy, this'll be fun (mentally rubbing hands together in anticipation).

"I love all of you, but I don't really love any of you," what am I? Jeez, I sound like a frickin sphinx. Now my head isn't the only thing confused. I went on to explain.

"Okay, that wasn't very clear."

Duh!

"What I meant to say is that Heath, I've loved you since second grade," I said in a rush, trying to get this over with. Let's just say I didn't think we'd all be holding hands and smiling after this conversation, if you know what I mean.

"You're like my best friend I had a little kid crush. It turned out you liked me too, but it could never be anything more than that. It's like when you start dating your best friend just to see if it'll work.

"And Stark, sure, I love you… or at least I did… I don't know, you were just something new and I needed to get away from my problems – which I have many of – and you were there, with open arms, so to speak, and I just couldn't help it." I had to pause to come up for air.

I turned to the most normal, yet most disastrous of the three.

"And Erik, you were my first boyfriend after I was Marked. You helped me get away from it all – or closer to it, I guess – and you helped me understand it and get used to it and all. You were just a normal boyfriend, or the closest thing I could get to a normal boyfriend, seeing as my whole life has been slowly exploding from the moment my mom married the Step-Loser, and I was falling in love with that. I was falling in love with a little bit of normal goodness. Man, I really need to learn how to summarize my thoughts. I sighed. "I was falling in love with you, too." Except for the fact that you're a possessive jerk, I thought, but didn't say aloud. Who knows what kinds of things Heath and Stark would say? Hell, just a weird look could make Erik punch someone's face to smithereens. He'd probably attack one (or both) of he with his super-new-Changed-power-puff magical powers (C'mon, Changed vampires have to have magic powers, right?)

And I mean, he really is just like a preppy Power Puff girl. Except for the fact that he isn't very preppy. And he doesn't have a ponytail. And he isn't exactly a girl.

Oh, and he can't fly! Now I was getting upset. Can't I have a guy who can fly? I mean, I think I deserve it. Right? Yeah, don't answer that question – I have a lot of problems and don't deserve anything, I know.

Then a thought occurred to me. I could have a guy who can fly. And do magically mojo stuff. And even he preppy if I wanted him to be. Hell, he could even have a ponytail!

Air, I need you, I said under my breath, conjuring air to me while turned my back to The Problems. I got a full face of moon light, which is exactly what I needed. And spirit, I need you too. Well, actually, scratch that – just air. My spirits were high enough right now.

Without a glance back, I turned around, sent a silent order to air and an apology to Nix, and flew off toward the moon.

Toward my angel.