Chapter 2

Hey guys! This is chapter 2 of my story and I hope you'll like it. I got positive reviews from everyone (because I consider a review saying 'update' to mean that they like my story and they want it to continue) and I'm really happy. So now I'm let you all let loose all your misgivings and criticisms. Just so everybody knows, I'm going to update every weekend unless I'm somewhere like in a different galaxy where there's no wifi.

– Aw, thanks so much. I really appreciate it.

Sandgirl555 – Thanks. As to my low self esteem, it's pretty average now thanks to you. And that's a great idea! I'll probably use it in this chapter.

Guest #1- I hope it is, and me too. I think he's the cutest one of them all (Bunnymund, of course, being the most handsome)

Guest #2- I am. Right now.

Guest #3- Thank you for the compliment, and I actually wrote a story on another site ( ) but it didn't turn out so well because that was a long time ago and I was really busy (and young and in love… haha jk).

Sandy smiled at the beautiful figure in front of him. She hesitantly smiled back tucking a lock of mousy brown hair behind her ear.

The spirit (which she must have been, for she had wings like Tooth) was, indeed, beautiful. She was about as tall as a small bush and had rosy cheeks with high cheekbones. She had blue eyes and full lips surrounding a white smile he knew Tooth would love. He didn't mind it either.

Both of them had yet to speak, Sandy because he couldn't, but he couldn't fathom why she didn't.

He beckoned for her to sit with him on the cloud. He found it adorable the way she looked around to see if anyone else was in the air besides her. She pointed to herself and Sandy nodded. She smiled and flew over to sit down.

He made the words appear over his head. What is your name? he asked. The spirit who had already stolen his heart didn't speak; instead words made of flowers, he thought, wrote themselves on her elegant (but not too fancy) flowing dress. Flora Thyme.

What a beautiful name, he thought, and it probably has something to do with nature. Sandy wondered why she didn't just say it, though. He asked.

The illustration on her shirt showed someone pointing a remote at her and pressing a button. The remote was lifted to show that the button was mute. It was a rather crude way of saying she couldn't speak, but Sandy supposed she probably had gotten tired of telling people through precise pictures that nobody could understand. Sandy himself knew how she felt.

He reached for her hand and held it to comfort her, rubbing her wrist and nodding, using his free hand to point to himself. However, his paying attention to her and not his dreams caused an uncomfortable shift in his mind and he nodded at her once more and turned to power the dreams again.

Flora studied the Sandman curiously as he went back to his dreams. She wasn't upset; she had done it many times to her little bees and butterflies as she was concentrating on her work.

She felt butterflies in her stomach when she looked at or even thought of the Sandman. And she would definitely be thinking of him more often now.

They sat like that for nearly an hour, with Sandy sending off sweet dreams to children and Flora watching and pondering her thoughts. The town clock chime midnight and Sandy finished with a magnificent display of beautiful palomino horses and majestic orcas racing playfully. He turned towards Flora and they 'talked' for a little bit and Sandy found out Flora's favorite color (forest green) and Flora Sandy's (sand yellow). Sandy learned that Flora's favorite food was organic pasta with basil and Flora learned that Sandy's was medium rare steak. They learned each others' jobs, favorite activities, favorite games, fondest memories, and most prized possessions before Sandy saw them. The northern lights. Sandy 'told' Flora that he had to go because North was calling for an urgent meeting. Flora nodded and smiled sadly as she waved goodbye. Sandy 'asked' if Flora could meet him her tomorrow, at midnight. She nodded excitedly and 'said' she would be there, most definitely.

Sandy smiled and flew off on his airplane, leaving Flora to hover there, where his cloud was and wave at what was quickly becoming smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until there was nothing left there. Flora sighed in content and then flew away.

Neither of them had noticed the winged spirit which most like to call Cupid fly away.

And not even Cupid saw the tall, shadowy figure that was hidden in the corner, staring at the spot where Flora and Sandy sat, plotting, planning, and carefully constructing his revenge.

Hey, so, if you didn't read my A/N up there, or if you forgot it, I'm probably only gonna update on weekends, because I'm really busy with life and all. If we're lucky I might be able to cram in two chapters during one weekend, but since today's Sunday and I have plans to go to Michael's, eat dinner, and take a shower right after this, today's not the day. Anyhoo, have a good what remains of your weekend!

P.S.- I'm also planning to start another story, but I'm not sure whether it should be Jack/OC, Bunnymund/OC, or the two OCs are friends in the same story. Or, I might just add them to this story. Suggestions, everybody! Chop, chop!