Vacation Chapter 1, a winx club fanfic

Chapter 1- Want to talk?

Disclaimer- nope, don't own winx, or Helena.

Riven's POV

I storm out of my room oozing anger, and all the students now to get out of my way. I abruptly stop, surveying the crowd- everybody is looking at me. Wouldn't it be nice to just moon all the little brats? I chuckle at the thought- which results in all the students in ear range to inch away nervously. I just stalk away, out to my bike. Kicking my bike into gear, I thought about why I was so mad, letting my subconscious decide where I'm going off too. Back in the room Mr. Panteen-Commercial-Blonde-Locks Sky had been bugging me about Musa. That prying bitch- I don't have a soft spot for the musical fairy! I just enjoy her delicious vanilla scent… and her beautiful blue eyes… and the innocence on her face… and- NO! Fuck you hormones, I'm supposed to be badass Riven, not a sappy poet. Okay- maybe I fell for her as soon as I saw her gorgeous looks and heard her spitfire attitude, but we're complete opposites. Why would a goddess like her consider a guy like me who resorts to sexist, mean comments when he's unsure of what to do? Hmm… maybe I could go talk to her? If she saw my normal side she might consider at least being friends- which would be better than where I am at now. Yeah- that sounds like a pretty good plan- I'll head over right now!

Operation; Musa into effect… I smile at the thought. I picture myself shooting down the reasons I can't act normal around Musa- there goes a bullet hole through anger, then jealousy, and social issues. Finally I see Musa, standing on the balcony overlooking the ocean waiting for me. We tenderly embrace, and she delicately brushes her lips across my cheek- everything so innocent and loving. On second thought, maybe I should look in the newspaper for a sappy author job, it seems lately I've been pretty good at the mushy stuff.

I snap out my daze to see that I already arrived at Alfea, and the schools bell rang, signaling the end of their classes. I carefully walk through the crowd, earning a lot of stares from the students. Where in the world would Musa be right now? What classes does she even take? All of a sudden I feel a hand grab my shoulder, and I'm right about to go into attack mode until I hear the owners voice and I internally groan. Why her? What did I do to deserve this? "Rivie-pooh! Darling, what in the world are you doing here right now? Did you finally realize that I'm right and your hair needs to be about 40% more pink? OOH! I'm so excited! This is going to be…"

"Stella," I interrupt, "I actually had a different question. Do you know where Musa is?"

"Oh, I understand. I think she's down by the gazebo." She flirtatious responded with a wink.

I mumble thanks and hurry away. Honestly, if I had to listen to Stella for much longer I probably would've resorted violence, which wouldn't help me with anything. I follow a path down to the Gazebo, and I can hear Musa before I see her.

Musa's POV

This was the week my mom died. True, it was years ago, but I'm not about to forget about her. She will always be a part of me, so every year I've made sure to do something to remember her every day during this week to show my love. I still can't let go of her, the sadness still burrows deep within the crevices in me. I know what true pain is, it is beyond what can be physically done to you. Pain is the sleepless nights, throwing up you feel so sick, not knowing who you are anymore, and experimenting with self-inflicted pain to distract yourself. Pain is putting up a façade every day to fool people into thinking you're okay, having no one to turn to, and having all the life sucked out of you while mourning what is in the past, present, and future. Sure, I've thought about joining my mom, but I know I am needed to play a role in this world, I cannot give in.

I looked to what I planned on doing for my virtual hologram of my mom- singing "Helena (So Long and Goodnight)" by MCR for her, but I sang it slower than normal without any instruments. I began after searching the forest to make sure I didn't have company. I can't even imagine what it would be like if Riven was here- I would never hear the end of it!

Long ago/Just like the hearse you die to get in again/We are so far from you- I paused "Because I miss you mom, now that were so far…" I get too chocked up to continue commenting, so I start singing again.

Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate/ The lives of everyone you know / And what's the worst you take/ from every heart you break / And like the blade you stain/ Well I've been holding on tonight- "Your death really burnt all of us, some recovering faster than others from the heartbreak. Father sure recovered quickly." I bitterly added.

What's the worst that I can say?/ Things are better if I stay/ So long and goodnight/ So long and goodnight- "No, I can't blame you for your death and call you names all year round, it has happened. I can't leave this world, I will be needed sometime- even if I can make so much as one person smile. So, farewell, and I wish you peace, maybe one day I shall see you again."

Came a time/ When every star fall brought you to tears again/ We are the very hurt you sold/ And what's the worst you take (worst you take)/ from every heart you break (heart you break)/ And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)/ Well I've been holding on tonight-"Hell, it's not just the stars that bring me to tears, it's your memories that trigger waterfalls. I'm holding on pretty strong, but your death took my personality. I don't know when I'll find it again.

Can you hear me?/ Are you near me?/ Can we pretend to leave and then/ We'll meet again/ When both/ our cars collide?- "Can you hear my prayers and messages to you? Are you ever with me? I would do anything to be with you one last time…"

What's the worst that I can say?/ Things are better if I stay/ So long and goodnight/ So long and goodnight/ And if you carry on this way/ Things are better if I stay/ So long and goodnight/ So long and goodnight- I whispered out the last line, bowing my head respectfully in her memory. I go through my bag to find the lantern I had made, and strike a match to light it up. I watch it raise, knowing my mother would be happy. I hear clapping- Who's there? I checked and no-one was in the forest! How much had they heard and seen?

Riven's POV

Musa's singing was unbelievable; she wasn't the musical fairy for no reason. The passion behind the song and the lantern made me like her even more, her invulnerability added to appeal. I know exactly how she feels, my mom also died when I was little. I know Musa won't like that I'm here, but I feel the need to show myself, so I sincerely applaud her amazing performance. She spun around nervously, and was conflicted on what to do upon seeing me. I'm personally surprised that she doesn't groan out loud, because my normal response would be to tease her.

"Shit!" She softly cursed, before regaining her composure. "Yes Riven?" She questioned

"I was just applauding you on your great performance." I smoothly replied

"Why are you here? How did you know I was here? How long have you been here?" She slightly panicked

"I just got here when you started the first line of your song, and Stella told me." I said, leaving out the answer to the first question. She raised her eyebrow, waiting, but I didn't elaborate. Think Riven- how do you go on from here? What's your plan to have a 'normal conversation?' I decided on trying to change the conversation "Are you excited for the break that starts tomorrow?"

"Yes," Musa sighed, deciding to let go of the previous scene, "I'm gonna be a happy girl once I can get away from my studies and friends... not that I don't like them, but after a couple months rooming with them you need a break!"

"Yeah," I agreed," The tension is higher than normal in our room. I think I'll be the happier one to go home, Prince Sky always acts like he has a stick up his ass." Riven accidentally challenged.

"Please! Stella is so worse than Sky! My home is going to seem a million times better than your home would seem!" Musa retorted

"Prove it!"

"Fine! You're coming with me over break and you'll see my house is way more relaxing!"

"Fine!" I internally processed what I had just agreed to. I was going to go home with Musa during the break? What about my younger sister? There's no way I can leave her with our abusive dad! "But my sisters coming!" I add.

"Whatever, she's going to have an amazing time, too, than!" Musa started storming off. "Meet me here at 11:00 tomorrow!"

What should've been a conversation to spark a friendship ended with Musa storming off. Operation Musa: status- failing.

A/N- for the Helena part it is just what I think Musa would interpret from the song, the songs actual meaning line-by-line is unknown to me. I don't think Rivens mother actually died, or that Rivens father was actually abusive in the series- it's just something I thought of. I hope you like the story!

Navy