Of Pink Hair and Spanish Flair

I don't own the Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman does.

WARNING!: This series is about CupidxJuandissimo. Don't like, don't read.

Relationship: Friends, unrequited love.

Word: Unrequited.

If there was one thing Cupid despised, it was unrequited love.

…Shouldn't that mean he hated himself right now?

Cupid sat in a red, heart-shaped chair (a chair one of his cherubs would usually sit in); watching a TV screen. In his hands, he held a love arrow. It was cold in the room, but he didn't really take any notice. No one else was there, which was exactly what Cupid had wanted.

Unrequited love was such a sad thing. Cupid had seen it too many times in his life (mostly from kids, like Timmy Turner or Tootie) and it always made him feel…well, sad. But he was the God of Love. He helped the people who were meant to be fall in love. The ones who sat on park benches, feeling sorry for themselves, just lost the Game of Love. Right now, it was Cupid who was the loser. Cupid! Of all people!

The God of Love looked down at the love arrow in his hands. If a person were to be struck with an arrow that had another person's name on it, the target would fall in love with whosever name was on that arrow. Simple and yet so complicated. So tempting…

Cupid looked back up at the screen. It would only take a moment or two. Just poof down there, shoot an arrow, poof back and then wait for his new lover to arrive (which, he was sure, would only take seconds). Then they would be together. No other fairies to bother them. He would be completely in love with Cupid and no other person. But he knew that was wrong. Even though Da Rules clearly stated that Cupid was in charge of love (which was why no other fairy could tamper with it), Cupid knew that that wasn't allowed. If someone was in love, it wasn't completely up to Cupid to mess with their emotions. He couldn't suddenly say that they were not meant to be and hit them with a random love arrow. That wasn't how his job worked. He helped people fall in love, not made them.

"This will be your job from now on, Cupid. You were born for this job. You'll do great!" was what his mother had said when she handed him his first arrow and told him about being the God of Love. Cupid was only the equivalent of a five-year-old child when she told him how important this job would be. He remembered the archery lessons, the constant doting by his parents, the pressure they were (unintentionally) putting on him.

Cupid's grip tightened on the arrow. It was so tempting to snap this thing in half. After all, it was totally unnecessary now. He didn't need to get shot with an arrow. The feelings had already developed, but they were one-sided - unrequited.

Pfft. Unrequited. Pfft.

It would practically kill him if, next Valentine's Day, he had to shoot someone with this arrow. Of course, then again, love was what powered him, so wouldn't that give him more energy? Oh, the irony.

Cupid didn't understand how he couldn't feel the same. Cupid was practically love in a physical form! He glowed with love! Besides, who could ever be a better lover then Cupid himself? No one. Several women in Fairy World wished to date Cupid and he hadn't even shot them with love arrows. Cupid could make him feel the same way they did, if he wanted.

And, oh boy, did he want to.

"It would be wrong, Cupid. You know that. Those arrows are not for your own gain." His mother's words echoed in his head. Cupid looked down at the arrow again and sighed through his nose.

"Boss?"

Cupid straightened himself and turned the swivel chair around. One of his cherubs floated in the doorway. "Are you ok, sir?"

Cupid glanced at the arrow again then sighed and stood up, moving to the doorway. "Get me a latte, I need to lay down. Oh, and put this one with the others." He handed the cherub the arrow he'd been holding.

"Yes, sir." The cherub muttered, taking the arrow in both hands and watching Cupid leave. The little cherub looked at the name engraved on the side of the arrow.

Juandissimo.

Author's note:

This one…is shorter…and sadder. *Sigh*

I'm sure, sometimes, it can be depressing being Cupid. He spends an entire day helping people fall in love, then returns home only to remind himself that he's still single. Of course, then again, he seems to enjoy his solitude.

I need to write some romance between these two, seriously. This one's…kinda romantic…?

In most of the CupidxJuandissimo fan art and fanfiction I've seen, it's implied that Cupid shot Juandissimo with a love arrow. Now, I know Cupid can be greedy sometimes, but he knows right from wrong. Plus, Juandissimo's still going after Wanda and, if Cupid did hit him with a love arrow, don't you think he'd only be in love with Cupid?

RANDOM FACT!: In the episode Love Struck, Cupid says (or, at least, implies) that whoever is struck with the love arrow that has Timmy's name on it will fall for Timmy. However, at the end of the episode, when Timmy sees how upset Tootie is, Timmy strikes himself with it and falls for Tootie. Uh…shouldn't he have fallen in love with himself? :D