I'd like to start out by thanking everyone who reviewed my story: happydreamer, TheLivingBeckyBotsford, crazytomboy78, MusicNeverStops474, Tobeyfan, an anonymous user, and nightmaster000. You guys rock!

Tobeyfan asked me how Becky's parents would react to her skipping a full day of school in the prequel. I say she'll do what she always does: make up a half-baked excuse which her parents will believe, no questions asked. Still, I didn't think about that at all while I wrote it, so good eye!

So a lot of people have been asking whether or not Winx girls are good or evil. Well, I can't tell you that now, it would ruin the story! All I can say is to wait until Chapter 3 to start deciding. I'm afraid you're not going to see the Winx in this chapter; instead, you get to find out why this story is in the romance genre!

Songs:
Becky and Andrew: Today was A Fairytale and Enchanted by Taylor Swift
Tobey: Missing by Evanescence

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own WordGirl or Winx Club, I mean, come on people!

Thoughts swirled around in Huggy's mind, each fighting rigorously for his attention. What where the Winx Club doing on Earth? And how could Bloom have possibly survived the destruction of the Sparx Empire? Of course, he was ecstatic to see them, but there were so many questions. Had they come here on their own, or had someone sent them? Were they here to punish him on behalf of the Sparx Empire? After all, he had failed orders, but that wasn't his fault. Queen Mariam had specifically ordered him to wait for her orders before doing anything, but how was he supposed to know the planet would've been attacked before she had the chance? There was no reason for him to be executed, none whatsoever. These thoughts relaxed him, allowing him to slowly pull himself out of his deep train of thought.

"Huggy!" WordGirl screamed for the eight time. "HUGGY!" He squeaked in the strange language only he and his Lexiconian companion could understand. "Finally! Have you gone deaf? Anyway, what do you think about these fairies? Personally, I'm apprehensive of them; it reminds me too much of when Miss Power arrived and wanted to use me to take over Earth."

"What does apprehensive mean?" he asked in his monkey language.

WordGirl's face instantly lit up as it always did when presented with the opportunity to define a word. "Apprehensive means to be suspicious, to not trust someone or something. For example, I'm apprehensive about what those girls are doing on this planet. Make sense?" Huggy nodded.

"Trust me, they're perfectly fine," he responded. "I've never mentioned this to you, but sometimes I can use a hologram device from the ship. It doesn't work a lot of the time, but when it does, I can tune into the Lexicon news feed for a few minutes. It turns out the Winx Club are hailed throughout the universe as heroines, with their deeds being celebrated for years. You don't have to worry about them, but there is someone else you should be apprehensive of."

"Really? Who?"

Huggy smiled smugly. "Since I'm pretty fuzzy on the details, I'll give them the honors of explaining. Something tells me you'll be seeing each other again soon."

WordGirl shrugged. Huggy had never steered her wrong before, and he sounded very confident. And besides, she shouldn't be too quick to judge these girls. She should at least find out what they were doing here before she declared a full-out war. Even though the Miss Power friendship backfired, some part of her still wanted a friend who could truly understand what life was like as a hero, to relate to the gut wrenching guilt of knowing no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn't save everyone. She wanted a confidant who experienced the great burden of responsibility, with people's lives depending on you, who felt the pain of how hard it was to wake up every morning knowing you were going to lie to your family and friends, that they would have to be put aside in order to save someone. She knew she could talk to Huggy, but he wouldn't really get it, because for him, his secret life didn't matter so much to him, it could easily be put on hold. Plus, she didn't want to sound all whiny and complain to her sidekick. To be able to finally talk to somebody about that, someone who understood it, was a dream she had kept closer to her heart than she realized.

Making sure no one was looking, WordGirl hid behind a tree and pressed two fingers to the star and shield on her chest. A warm light enveloped her as she changed into her secret identity, Becky Botsford. She casually strolled through the town in her green sweater and maroon skirt with Bob, her pet monkey. Waving goodbye, Bob headed back home while Becky went to the park. Coming here seemed to relax her almost as much as a library, but today, she had too many thoughts cluttering her mind to really appreciate the beauty around her. She was so absorbed in her musings that she accidently bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Becky said to the person she had collided with. He was a good-looking teenager with slightly messy black hair, muscular build, and dressed in a dark gray T-shirt and jeans. He was the type of guy that many insipid girls would fall head-over-heels for. Becky normally didn't fall for guys like that, but all the same, there was a strange tingling sensation that buzzed through her veins when she saw his glittering hazel eyes. She had read enough romance novels to know what that meant.

"Nah, it's alright," he replied. "I'm Andrew, Andrew Stanford. I just moved here a few days ago."

"My name's Becky Botsford. It's very nice to meet you." They shook hands, sending that sensation into overdrive. It felt like the air was crackling with electricity.

"Hey, I've heard about you," he said cheerfully.

"Really?" Becky was surprised that anyone talked about her; it's not like knowing every word in the dictionary put her in the A-list cliché.

"Yeah! Word around town is that your one of the smartest 5th graders at school, top in every class."

Becky blushed in embarrassment. She wished this hot guy knew her for something cool, like being a cheerleader, not being the class nerd. "Well, I'm not best in every subject," she corrected modestly. "I'm this close to failing art. I just don't get it."

"Me neither," Andrew replied. "I mean, why do people spend so much time and effort trying to create beauty when there's so much of it going unnoticed in the world already?"

Wow, the way he said that was like poetry, thought Becky dreamily. Smart and cute, it's amazing. And he's so good with words, I doubt even I could've come up with something like that, and I'm from the Planet Lexicon!

"Totally, that's why I don't put a lot of effort in it," she replied, editing out the fact that the reason she didn't like art was because she couldn't create beauty at all. "Nature, that's what's really beautiful."

"I suppose, but it's people that really captivate me. They're so interesting, with all those little enigmas to their character. And most of them can't see the tremendous beauty inside themselves."

Becky nodded, dazed, her heart beating faster than it did in the heat of battle. An uncontrollable desire to close the space between him, to lean into his arms was so all-consuming it took all of her will power to suppress it.

"Listen, I know we just met and all, and I don't want to impose, but I was just heading over to the ice cream parlor. If you don't have any plans, I'd be delighted if you'd join me, Becky." He offered his hand, which Becky eagerly accepted, and together they left the park like a happy couple, unaware of the evil boy genius watching from a few benches away.

Tobey got up from his seat, disgusted and frustrated. Why didn't WordGirl like him, no matter how many times he had tried to show his affection to her? Sure, maybe his method of building 50-foot destructive robots to gain her attention was off the beaten path, but that was a minor detail. And just when he was starting to get somewhere with her, he had to mess it all up with that necklace fiasco, and then the fallout of learning her secret identity.

It was so obvious, how could he have been such an idiot? The same voice, the same hair, the same way of defining words, the same monkey! Unless she had been casting some weird alien illusion magic or something, Tobey didn't deserve to be called a boy genius for not putting the pieces together. At first, he tried to pretend he didn't know, thinking that was the best route, but a week later, he accidently let it slip during a battle.

Needless to say, she went completely ballistic. Tobey had tried to calm her down, telling her that he would never tell anyone or blackmail her, but she didn't listen. In all honesty, he thought she was a little scared, which she had every right to be. WordGirl's secret identity meant the world to her. It gave her the chance to have friends, escape the paparazzi, to be a normal kid with no responsibilities other than household chores. To have that possibly ripped away, to have a villain hold such a tremendous power over her, must've been a nightmare that haunted the superhero at least more than one night.

Eventually, she accepted the fact that there was nothing she could do about it, so she got off his case. Now, Becky completely ignored him. There were no more snarky remarks or squabbles; she would avert her eyes whenever she saw him in the hallway, and only speak to him if it was absolutely necessary. As WordGirl, she did pretty much the same thing. She didn't speak to him; she just destroyed his robots and took off. Still, Tobey returned with more robots, trying to break her cool demeanor and get back to the way things used to be between them, but it never worked. Every time it happened, it felt like a freezing cold sword had been forced into his chest, restricting his breathing and gouging yet a bigger hole in his heart. Then, Tobey would always feel those silly tears, the sign of absolute weakness, spill from his eyes, not even bothering to wipe them away because he knew no one would pay attention. Between his father being dead, his mother working overtime at the D.A.'s office, and his lack of friends due to his criminal track, WordGirl was the only person who bothered to pay any attention to him. Now that she was gone as well, Tobey didn't know who else to turn to. He was all-alone, an island unto himself with only his weak metal imitations of humans as company.

WordGirl didn't love him. That was a fact, plain and simple, and one he had to accept. So why did he love her when it was so clearly not meant to be? In books, the characters always find true love, the one person meant for them. But WordGirl had found true love; he had witnessed it himself. He knew her well, and he had seen the look in eyes. It wasn't that silly puppy love sparkle like with that idiotic reporter. A few minutes ago, and probably right now, her eyes had been set ablaze with a deep-set passion, radiating with an unearthly beauty and light. It was the gaze you read about in romance novels and fairytales. It was the gaze Tobey had yearned to see for years.

But it wasn't for him.

Unable to stand it anymore, Tobey left the park, hoping to bury his grief with yet another robot.

Becky found herself nearly skipping as she walking home. She had such a wonderful time with Andrew. He was a good listener, smart like her, a hunk, yet modest in terms of clothing, had such a vast knowledge of words, and he wrote poetry! How romantic can he get? They were just perfect together, Becky knew it. Still, she didn't know where exactly they stood. Andrew had subtly hinted at pursing a relationship, but he didn't push her. Becky knew that if she wanted to be just friends, he would comply without a single complaint. He wasn't pushy and would listen to what she wanted, unlike some obnoxious self-proclaimed boy genius she knew. But then, there was Scoops to think about. She had known Scoops forever, and she had only known Andrew for a day. Becky was definitely not the type of girl who fell in love that quickly. She would have to know much more about him before even thinking about dating. Still, maybe it was time for her let go of her fixation on Scoops, because he obviously wasn't showing any interest. And besides, Scoops probably liked her best friend, Violet since he gave her a valentine on Valentine's Day while I was running around destroying the city with a deadly meteor rock around my neck. And speaking of Violet…

"Hey Becky!" Violet called happily, her short blonde hair bobbing up and down as she ran to catch up with her. She was wearing her favorite outfit, a simple blue dress with a light purple shirt underneath.

"Hi Violet! Someone's looking chipper today."

"Is it really that obvious?" she laughed. "You'll never believe this, but I met the most amazing guy today. He just moved here, and his name's Andrew."

Becky felt like a lightning bolt had struck her with full force. She hadn't had time to tell anyone about Andrew, so unless Violet had seen them together, there was no way this could be a joke. Besides, Violet wasn't the kind of girl who tricked her friends like that.

"Really?" Becky managed to sputter out. "Um… do you like him?"

"I do, but I don't think he does." Becky mentally breathed a sigh of relief. "I think he just wants to be friends." Violet looked a little put out.

"Well, what about Scoops? I thought you liked him."

"Yes, I suppose Scoops is okay, but he's nothing compared to Andrew." Violet tuned out for a second, all dreamy-eyed. "Besides, Scoops and I are just friends, you of all people should know that, Becky."

I don't think that's how he sees it, Becky thought to herself, but she didn't have the heart to tell her. "Listen Violet, I have to get going before it gets dark, but do you want to hang out tomorrow?"

"Sure thing! My place at one?"

Becky agreed and watched Violet skip blissfully away, surely filled with thoughts about Andrew. Becky turned and saw a figurine of Cupid displayed in a shop window. All she could think about as she walked home was that Cupid needed to take some serious archery lessons.

Ah, crazy stupid love! Let's do a recap of my twisted love web, shall we?

Becky likes Scoops and Andrew, but Scoops likes Violet and Bloom. Violet only thinks of Scoops as a friend. Violet likes Andrew, but Andrew likes Becky and thinks of Violet as a friend. Bloom has a fiance, but she flirts with Scoops and basically everyone else. Finally, poor Tobey is all alone, with no one who loves him, even though he likes Becky.

People, I tried to write a BeckyxScoops scene, I really tried, but I wanted to die after the first two sentences, so you get my OC character instead.

Please, please, PLEASE rate, review, and predict what happens next!