Hey sorry it took so long for me to update this story, I tried to make this so much longer than the last chapter and I considered cutting it off at a specific scene just to leave you at suspense but I couldn't do that to you, making a chapter so short after more than a month of no update. That wouldn't be right. I just want to say that I am sorry and that serious drama is going to go down next chapter, along with the drama of this chapter. Also this chapter will be a bit Flora-centric just to forewarn you.

I don't own Winx Club.

Thursday passed by rather uneventfully, Flora mused to herself, clutching her books to her chest as she made her way to third period. As usual, there were some glances, some disregarding and others purposeful. Apparently, someone had leaked that they were on their third strike and of their punishment, and Flora had been on the receiving end of a plentiful amount of looks from Krystal and her friends. Flora ducked her head, worming her way through the crowd of students discussing weekend plans.

Lucky. Flora thought to herself, sitting herself in the back of the classroom, usually she sat in the front, but right now, she wanted to remain inconspicuous. Flora got out her notebook, opening to a random page and began to copy down the journal and grammar, writing the weekly achieve article on the top portion of her paper. "Flora." Helia grumbled, sliding into the chair beside her, annoyance pouring off him in thick waves.

Flora nodded in acknowledgement, annoyed at the butterflies bouncing around in her stomach. Finished with copying down the journal she closed her journal and got out a plain blue folder, pulling out a somewhat thick stack of papers. Her ideas for their rom-com short story. Granted, Helia was her partner but he seemed much more interested in his phone than in her. It was nothing that hadn't happened before, she reminded herself even though it hurt her heart.

Her grip on her pencil somewhat tightened, not enough to be noticeable, she needed to get over her stupid crush. "What did that pencil ever do to you?" Helia inquired, observing her over the top of his phone, the screen made the blue of his eyes appear brighter, like dark water rather than midnight. Flora loosened her grip, not bothering to give him a response, he was just mocking her. "You know, we're going to have to talk if we want to get this done."

"Says the guy who sat on his phone all last class, making me the one to do the work." Flora retorted, sparing him a single glance with narrowed eyes. Helia didn't respond for several seconds, peering over her shoulder to see her ideas for the short story, his eyes curious. Flora felt her face redden, noting how his fingers traced designs onto the table along with her ideas, the lines telling the tales.

Once he finished reading, he pulled away, clearing his throat awkwardly as he realized their close proximity. Helia seemed to be struggling for words which made Flora curious, he always knew what to say and now he just didn't. "They aren't terrible." He said, "But I like this one, kind of similar to how to lose a guy in ten days, right?" Helia pointed to the one in the middle.

Flora stared at him for a minute, he had watched How to Lose a Guy in 10 days? "You've watched that." The tips of his ears turned a light pink, before he covered his face with an emotionless mask. For a moment, Flora had seen underneath the mask, but that moment had passed. "Alright, we can work on that topic." Flora tucked a loose strand of hair behind one ear, fighting the blush and trying to push the same emotionless mask on.

Helia said nothing for a minute, going back to his phone, the screen illuminating his pale face. "We can meet up at your place afterschool to work on the project." Helia said abruptly. Flora fought the urge to gasp, feeling his gaze burning her face, an eyebrow quirked in amusement. Helia grabbed her folder, opening it and pulling out a piece of lined paper, he slid the paper in front of her. "Write down your address." He ordered.

"I don't take orders from you." Flora said but grabbed out a dark green pencil case and pulled out a pen, she clicked it open and wrote down her address. "I don't suppose you want to order me to write down my number too." She slid her gaze over to him, he shrugged and nodded his head. Flora wrote her number down too, before putting her pen away, clicking it closed and zipping her pencil case up.

Helia smirked, grabbing the paper. "So much for not following orders." He remarked, folding the paper into fourths and shoving it unceremoniously into his pocket. Flora rolled her eyes in response, "So, what time should I come over? I mean I have football practice at 2:00, so I can't come over right away." He inquired, picking up his bookbag and slinging it over one shoulder.

Flora was faintly aware that Tecna and Musa were gesturing for her to go over to them, so she grabbed her own back-pack, placing her books into the bag, moving papers aside with her hand. "Maybe 4:30?" She suggested, shrugging her bag on. Helia was watching her, she had spent the entire time avoiding his midnight gaze, but when their eyes locked, she felt her heart stop. For a single second it was just them, but she pulled herself away.

"Sure." Helia nodded before walking over to Timmy and Sky. Flora watched him for a minute, before she forced herself to go over to Tecna and Musa. Both girls were chatting in murmured tones as they worked on their already a quarter-of-the-way finished short story. Flora leaned against the desk behind them, observing the story in front of her. Tecna relied heavily on logic so the fact that they had to write a tragedy probably confused her, Musa was also far too lazy to actually put an effort into the assignment.

The combination of the two conflicting personalities itself made her wonder what the teacher had been thinking pairing them together. "Hey Flo." Musa greeted, turning around in her chair, draping her arms over the back of the chair. "How's your project going? You know, with being partnered with asshole numero whatever." She said, causing Flora to shift awkwardly, in what way could she say the opposite of what she was feeling?

She was saved from answering by the bell, and the topic was dropped. Flora breathed a sigh of relief, saved by the bell.

Stella dropped her tray onto the table, sitting at a desk beside Bloom. The desks were arranged in rows, providing a bit of distance between them. She took an angry bite of her sandwich, serving lunch detention yesterday had been torturous, especially with how silent they had to be during the only time they could talk. She slid her gaze to the front of the room, where Griselda was practically beaming in her seat as she locked their phones in a drawer. "Good afternoon ladies." She said, standing up from her desk, towering over the twelve students.

"Um I'm pretty sure I'm a guy." Sky said, raising his hand before lowering at the glare that Griselda delivered him. Stella almost felt bad for the jerk but remembered that he had costed her best friend a plentiful amount of peaceful night's rest. She scoffed but was wise enough to keep her comments to a minimum.

Griselda crossed her arms, "As I was saying, there is to be no talking ladies, no loud chewing, and absolutely no asking questions. You are to stay in these seats until I dismiss you to go to fourth period." Griselda stated the rules, before sitting down in her chair and pulling out her own lunch. Stella chewed on her sandwich slowly, not wanting to face the wrath of Griselda if she even dared to chew louder.

Not even ten minutes passed before the fire alarm went off. Stella jumped back, startled, as Griselda stood up, anger in her brow insinuating this was not a scheduled alarm. Stella glanced around the room, her gaze halting on the smug group of boys. Brandon caught her gaze and winked, arrogance pooling off him, and she glared back but was almost grateful for the ability to say something to her friends as they filed out of the classroom.

"The boys are so smug about this." Bloom whispered as they fell into step beside each other, Stella kept her eyes on Mrs. Griselda until she faded out of sight, turning a corner to go to the headmistress. "You know they did something or had one of their followers do something." Bloom said a little bit louder now that the presence of Griselda wasn't anything for them to worry about.

Tecna walked up to them, standing beside Bloom. "Agreed. I'm sure it was Roy Avery who did something." Tecna said, folding her arms across her chest, tallying up the suspects as usual. "I hate that I don't have my phone." She said. Even though Stella didn't have the same obsession with her phone that Tecna did, she understood the need to have her phone.

"Oh, quit whining." Riven said, "We helped you get out of that ridiculous lunch detention." He stated, not at all bothered with the frigid air of the outside world. "If anything, you should be thanking us." Riven continued, arrogance pouring off him.

Musa crossed her arms against the frigid wind, "Don't pretend you have ever done anything that hasn't gained you something. There is no such thing as kindness in your book." Musa said with a scowl, glaring daggers at him, he returned her glare with equal intensity. Stella could tell there was so much hanging unsaid between them, like a communication they only understood.

She moved away from them subtly, everyone else was focused on the exchange between the two that they didn't notice her slip away. She observed the school from afar, watching as the staff gathered together, all staring down the follower of the specialist, Roy. He would never say a thing, she mused to herself, he was far too loyal to the Specialist that he would take anything for them.

Mindless fool.

"He'll be fine." Brandon said casually, suddenly standing next to her. Stella almost jumped but she partially expected that from him. He always seemed to appear out of thin air. Or was it just her? "It's not like Mrs. Faragonda will suspend him forever, and even so, he can just go to another school." Why was he reassuring her? Stella wondered to herself, he didn't need to but, yet he was.

It was almost sweet. Stella mentally slapped herself, he was her rival. But, that seemed so far from the truth, she tried to call upon her feelings from last week, but those feelings seemed so far away. Like another person. "Oh yeah, and what if he doesn't? Do you always have people to spare so you don't get into trouble?" Stella crossed her arms, shivering slightly against the bitterness of December.

Brandon scowled. "Whatever, do you always have to be a bitch? Even when I'm trying to be nice to you." Brandon stated.

Stella felt her protest die on her lips. "What's with the sudden change in attitude? Trying to out-master what you did last week?" She asked, hoping that this was the real Brandon. But, who was the real Brandon? Or was the ass the real him? She needed to stop thinking about it. There was no point in trying to figure out Brandon.

"No." Brandon answered, his hands tightened into fists, knuckles white.

Stella sighed, closing her eyes, it was at this time that she felt like she was living up to the dumb blonde stereotype. Maybe he was just playing at her emotions, twisting her around like a puppet. "What do you want me to say?" She asked, trying to stay strong but she knew that he was not fooled. She needed to stop letting him see her weak. "What do you want from me?" Stella opened her eyes, cold seeping into the small holes of her sweater.

Brandon ran his fingers through his hair, and Stella cursed herself for following that movement. "I don't know." He answered, and she had nothing to say to that. What could she say in response? What did she want? And why was she even listening to him? Her heart fluttered though as it had been doing lately when he looked her in the eye. But, maybe it always had, and she always denied it.

Tecna folded her arms across her chest, "You couldn't have waited until I had my phone to pull a stunt." She said frostily, staring longingly at the school where her old phone was, considering her parents had taken hers away. She was standing beside Timmy, for some odd reason that her logical mind could not comprehend but when he was around her, she always felt like he was destroying her.

Timmy scowled, "Stop whining, would you rather be in there with the bitchy Griselda than out here." He said, Griselda looked over with a dark look, like she had heard the words he said. She probably heard the words on the breeze in some miraculous way. That or Timmy wasn't as quiet as he thought. Option B seemed more logical to Tecna.

"I can't tell which is worse. Griselda or you." Tecna shook her head, watching as the expression on Timmy's face darkened, shock filtering in between. "Since you both are the same in my book, maybe you two are together." That very implication made Timmy's eye visibly twitch and caused Tecna to smirk.

"I am not involved with Griselda." Timmy practically yelled but quieted at the odd looks he received from students, including his own friends.

Tecna just shook her head, "Denial." She said and turned to Griselda as she walked up to the clustered group. From her posture she had not succeeded in getting her way in the punishment for Roy, which was both a good and bad thing. A good thing considering the boy wasn't as bad if he didn't hang with the Specialist. But, a bad thing because of his loyalty with the Specialist and because Griselda was going to be absolutely evil because she didn't get her way.

Griselda scowled, "Report to fourth period ladies." She ordered in a gruff voice, "Now!" She practically yelled. Tecna shivered at her voice involuntarily, walking back to the school. Of course, she was going to get her things, which included her old phone, even though she hated it. She just needed it as a distraction when she was bored, and she honestly just wanted to get under Timmy's skin.

Musa fell into step beside Tecna, "I hope she let's us have our phones back." She said, slinging her headphones around her finger in a nervous way. "All of my music is on my phone, well most of it, but still, I'm not carrying my laptop around to play music." Musa continued, Tecna could not understand why Musa refused music. Yes, her dad hated music, but at the same time Musa was incredibly good at it and she could build a career from it.

Of course, Tecna realized that it was not all about the potential money Musa could make, just as much as she realized that bringing the topic up would only reward her with stony silence. "I honestly don't care, since my actual phone is not on me, but I just wanted to annoy Timmy." Tecna admitted, knowing that Timmy had not been paying attention to her conversation, just as she wasn't paying attention to his.

Musa laughed, "Yeah, I heard the part where Timmy said he wasn't with Griselda. I don't know who was more angry. Griselda or Timmy." She stated, crossing her arms as they walked to their desks and grabbed their bags. Walking back to the front, they grabbed their phones from the angry Griselda before exiting the class and heading to fourth period. Tecna waved to Musa before she began to walk to her AP Science class.

"I heard you got your phone taken." Timmy said, suddenly standing beside her. Tecna bit back her startled gasp, wiping her face clean of any emotion. She quirked an eyebrow at the fact that he was standing beside her before realizing what he had said.

Tecna crossed her arms, "What do you want Timmy?" She faintly remembered that he essentially had to do one thing she wanted him to do. Tecna found the words at the tip of her tongue but it evaporated the minute she wanted to say something, instead she continued onto her class, sidestepping Timmy. "Good to know you're so obsessed with me that you have to eavesdrop on my private conversations." Tecna said, pushing the door open, settling into her assigned seat.

Timmy scowled, dropping his bag unceremoniously on the table to her right before returning to her. "You weren't being very silent about it." He pushed his hipster glasses up his nose, where they had fallen in the act of him plopping into the seat next to her. Tecna rolled her eyes, getting out her notebook and retrieving her homework for the class. Timmy lazily dragged his phone out of his pocket, the screen reflecting on his glasses.

Tecna glared, he was trying to taunt her with him having his phone and her being stuck with an old outdated slide phone, with a touch screen that slid into a mini-keyboard. "If you will kindly go back to your seat, it would be greatly appreciated." She said through gritted teeth, tightening her hold on her pencil.

Timmy lowered his phone, "Is this part of the favor I owe you?" He asked. Tecna shook her head and he returned his gaze to his phone, she resisted the urge to crack the screen, before slowing down, cooling her anger.

She hated him. With his wannabe hipster look and the nerdy way he acted, she hated every little thing about it. From the tip of his strawberry blonde hair to his Nike-branded shoes. The way he had treated her, the way he got away with everything. What she hated most of all, was the emotions he caused her, the emotions she thought she buried a long time ago.

Her fingers hovered uncertainty over the keyboard, her deep green laptop with flowery sticks in her lap. For a moment she wandered what she was doing, writing and art was Bloom's thing, it was Bloom's future, it was her plan. Flora did like to write, but she hid it well, just as well as she hid her feelings about Helia from the girls for weeks before cracking to Aisha. Flora sighed, her gaze drifting to her clock, she still had maybe an hour and a half until Helia would unfortunately arrive.

Maybe, she reasoned, she should pretend she was just doing the homework assignments and that would mean she didn't enjoy writing as much as she enjoyed art, nature, and photography. But, everything in her life was planned out, she would become a photographer and that would make her happy, that should be the end of it. She wasn't stuck on some dead-end job, but she was going to be doing something she loved.

Flora settled her hands on the keys, allowing her fingers to fly across, words pouring out of her and on the screen, sometimes her ideas were childish. Entire dystopian worlds trapped inside a single screen without escape, she tried not to feel guilty for doing so, writing was something she loved doing. It was a pass-time hobby that just increased over the years. The only reason she didn't want to get involved in journalism was because if a situation arose and it was her or Bloom, their friendship might fall apart.

That chance might be 50/50 but it was still enough for her to not pursue that career. Besides, her writing was so childish and frivolous in comparison to the beautiful and flowing writing that Bloom created. Flora sighed, closing her eyes and allowing the words to flow through her, she pictured scenarios of the chapters she wrote out, characters forming in her mind and entire conversations reverberating around her ears.

She forced her eyes open, startled at how much she had completed. Sighing she walked over to her stereo system, plugging her phone in and selecting a song. Flora settled back onto her bed, glancing around her room. Her room was always tidy, but it still carried a sense of herself in the lightly colored walls and shelves of books and potted indoor plants. A camera was settled on her nightstand, strap folded neatly beside it, hanging over her alarm clock.

4:12.

She didn't realize how much time had passed, saving her chapter and closing her laptop, she placed it on her desk, adjusting her cup of pencils and pulling out her folder for English. Flora once-again glanced around the room, picking up the random knick-knack that her cat had kicked over, and closing the basket of her laundry. She opened the window, decided it was too cold and closed the window. She rubbed her palms on her jeans, nervously before spraying herself with a flowery perfume, not many did it, but it was her scent.

People usually stuck with vanilla or something like that. Her mother nudged the door open, the cat following in between her legs. "You're partner just pulled in." Her mother said, a laundry basket casually balanced against her hip. Flora nodded her thanks, flashing a smile. "Door stays open." Her mother warned, still smiling before she headed over to Miele's room, worry in her posture.

Flora winced at the coughing fit that emerged from that room before walking down the stairs, the doorbell ringing moments later. She waited a minute, before opening the door. Helia was standing there, the shadows of sunset highlighting his face. He had his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, the epitome of casualness. "Come on in." She held the door wider, he stepped through the threshold and she shut the door behind him, shivering at the frigid air.

Helia glanced around, just as Flora's mom arrived at the top of the stairs, the now-empty laundry basket on her hip. "Oh hello, you must be Helia. I'm Alyssa, Flora's mother, it's a pleasure to meet you." Her mother said, walking down the stairs with a natural grace and elegance that Flora almost envied. Her mother was the picture of calmness and warmth.

"The pleasure is all mine." Helia answered, flashing a charming smile. Flora quirked an eyebrow but didn't say anything, guiding him to the stairs. Helia waved at her mother before following her up the steps. Flora headed to her room, keeping the door slightly open, so that her mother could poke her head in at any given moment. Helia dropped his bag on the floor along with the polite façade.

"We should probably come up with a plot or something first." Flora suggested awkwardly, opening her laptop and entering her password, she quickly exited out of her story, cursing herself for forgetting to do so beforehand.

Helia pulled up a bean bag, sitting on it, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "I thought that Bloom was going to be the writer and you the photographer." Helia commented as Flora reopened Word to a new document. Flora didn't answer, but his gaze burned hot on her face, and for a minute she forgot that this guy hated her. Wake up. She ordered herself, leaning back into her chair and swiveling to face him.

"So, have you had any ideas?" Flora changed the subject, but Helia just gave her a disbelieving look before shrugging, dropping the subject. "Oh, come on, we can't just copy off of a movie as great as How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days is." Flora crossed her arms.

Helia sighed, leaning back into the bean bag so he was almost lying flat on his back. "Why not? It isn't as if everyone has seen that movie." He pointed out, looking at her through half-lidded eyes.

Flora rolled her eyes, "You've seen it." She said, giggling as his ears turned a light shade of pink. He scowled, grabbing a nearby throw pillow and hitting her in the face with it. "Did you just throw my own throw-pillow at me?" Flora inquired, picking the throw-pillow back up and threateningly holding it out to him.

Helia shrugged, an ever-present smirk tilting up his pink lips. Flora huffed, throwing it back at him before swiveling around as the pillow hit the back of her chair, smiling triumphantly. "Don't be too smug. I'll get you back." Helia warned before moving his bean bag over to her, looking at the blank Word document annoyed. "This would be better if we could pick our own genre."

Flora gave him a look, "We did pick our genre. Well, actually, you did." She said, and he just crossed his arms, opening his mouth to say something. "Don't worry, I know what you mean." She laughed, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "We could've done horror, with your character being the evil villain." Flora said.

Helia hit her in the face with a throw-pillow in response. "I'm pretty sure I am not the evil one, and besides that would just mean that you would be the first to die." Helia pointed out, standing up. Flora crossed her arms childishly, forgetting she was talking like this with her supposed rival. It felt so comfortable to be around him, to be talking and teasing. Like his mask was gone and she was seeing him.

"No way. I would totally kill you first." Flora protested, standing up as well, even though he towered over her by several inches.

Helia shook his head, "No way in hell would you kill me first."

"Yes way."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

With each word they took a step closer until they were almost nose to nose, Flora realized faintly that their eyes were locked together, and she could see the swirls of lighter blue in his eyes, midnight color mixing with the color of sapphire. Their breaths were mingled together and in the depths of his eyes she could see traces of amusement and something else. She involuntarily took one step closer, so they were toe to toe. "No." He whispered, breath hot against her face before he kissed her.

Flora's eyes shot open in surprise before they fluttered closed and she kissed him back, their lips melding together. Everything she thought that would never happen other than in her head happening. Electricity shot through her veins, a fire roaring louder as his hand reached up to cradle her cheek. She found her hands in his hair, running her fingers along the soft hair. His other hand wrapped around her as they kissed.

As soon as it happened they jumped apart and Flora blankly remembered it was her phone ringing that startled them and snapped back into reality. Helia had the same wide-eyed expression as her before he placed a mask over his features, gathered his things and left without a word. Flora waited until she heard the door shut before she moved a shaking hand to her tingling lips.

Her first kiss.

Bloom was seated on a bean bag over at Aisha's, her parents had literally given her the weekend before her punishment would begin. Aisha was currently calling Flora, a string of curse words escaping when she realized that her attempts were futile. The three had planned to stay the night so they could ride together to get the punishment over with as soon as possible. But strangely enough Flora was late and not answering, something that never happened.

Finally, Aisha managed to get ahold of her, putting the phone on speaker. "Hey Flo, where are you and why haven't you been answering?" Aisha asked the minute the other line picked up. She sank into another bean bag, this one a light-purple color instead of the light-blue Bloom was seated on.

"Sorry girls. I've been working on an English assignment and I didn't hear my phone ringing." Flora answered, the excuse seemed plausible and if Bloom didn't know Flora as well as she did, then she would've accepted the answer. But, Bloom knew Flora and Flora was lying. "I'll be over there in a bit." Flora said and the sound of the car rumbling to life echoed in the background.

Aisha released a sigh, "Sure Flo, see you soon." Aisha answered, pressing the 'end call' button before clicking her phone off and tossing it onto the bed. Bloom didn't say anything, checking her phone and unlocking it, briefly she wanted to pull up her stories but held herself in check. Even if Aisha completely understood her reading hobby she also knew that the silence was unbearable.

"You could tell that she was lying too." Bloom said, trying not to sound accusing, as she scrolled through her text messages, checking a message from her mom. She slid her gaze to Aisha, trying to appear cool and collected and like the fact that Flora had just lied to them wasn't bothering her.

Aisha grabbed a nearby tennis ball, gripping it tightly before tossing it up. "I know, but I'm not going to pressure her to tell the truth, even though I hate the secrets." Aisha's voice hinted that she knew something that Bloom didn't. Clicking her phone screen off, Bloom leaned forward, observing as Aisha caught the ball before throwing it up again. She didn't know what she expected, Aisha and Flora were practically the best of friends, so it was obvious that Aisha knew something was up or had a clue.

Bloom tried to stifle her disappointment, grabbing her sketch book from her bag and a pencil, she sharpened her pencil, dumping the contents into a trashcan before placing her tip to the paper. She began to fluidly sketch, lines blurring together as she sketched lines and shaded areas. "Aisha, stop throwing that tennis ball." Aisha's mom reprimanded appearing in the doorway.

Flora appeared seconds later, a bag slung over her shoulder. Aisha rolled her eyes but stopped throwing the ball and placed it on the end table, along with her many other sports certificates and necklaces. Her mother gave a satisfied smile before disappearing once more, closing the door behind her. "Hey girls." Flora greeted, dropping her bag by the door and plopping down at the desk chair.

"Hey." Aisha said, sitting up. "Finally, it took you forever to get here." She smiled. Bloom flipped her sketchbook closed, hiding what she had sketched and shoved it into her bag subtly. Luckily the girls hadn't noticed the sudden action and if they did, they dropped the subject.

Flora rubbed her arm apologetically, "Sorry. So, what are we doing?" She asked, spinning around in the chair. Bloom shrugged, grabbing three movies and handing them over to Aisha, who handed them to Flora with a slight roll of her eyes. "Seriously. The Skeleton Key, The Princess Bride, or Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle. What a wild variety." Flora said, scanning the movies.

Bloom giggled, "We couldn't decide what genre we wanted to do." She answered the unasked question. "Or you know we could do a good old game of truth or dare." Bloom suggested.

Aisha shook her head, "No, Stella ordered us to save truth or dare for tomorrow night. Speaking of which, I have to work on my list of dares." Aisha stood up, opening a drawer of her end table and unfolding a wrinkled piece of paper. She grabbed a pen and sat back down with a clipboard. Bloom felt her mouth drop open and from the corner of her eye she could see Flora doing the same thing. "What?"

"You have a list of dares?!" Bloom asked.

"I'm never taking a dare from you again." Flora stated at the same time, closing her mouth and returning her gaze to the movies in her hand.

Aisha laughed in response, "Don't worry I have a list of people who get specific dares." Aisha waved the piece of paper in the air, before clicking her pen open and tapping the paper thoughtfully. "What do you think I should dare Tecna to do?"

"Alright this conversation is over." Bloom said, getting up and taking the paper from Aisha, she scanned the paper momentarily, almost bursting into laughter once she read the dares before placing it in the night table. "And if anyone asks, I had nothing to do with this." Bloom sat back down on her bean bag.

Flora sighed, before picking out Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle and placing it in the DVD player, she grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. "I'm not watching a horror movie." She said, grabbing a bag of Sour Patch Kids from Aisha's not-secret-from-her-friends stash of candy. Aisha pouted, but turned the lights off and grabbed a handful of Sour Patch Kids before laying down on her bed.

Bloom grabbed a bag of popcorn, sitting down and skipping through the previews, before she began watched the movie, throwing handfuls of popcorn into her mouth.

Rolling over, Bloom stared into the deep and dark abyss of Aisha's bedroom, she sighed, closing her eyes. They had watched another random comedy after watching Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle and by then both Aisha and Flora had drifted off to sleep. She groaned, sitting up, her eyes immediately darting to the tip of her sketchbook poking out of her bag. Bloom bit her lip before she grabbed her sketchbook and flipped to the most recent page she had done.

She blindly grabbed her phone, glancing around before turning the screen and looking at the face staring back at her. The face was sun-darkened, a medium and light gray shaded area, cheekbones dimpled, lips lightly colored, eyes that stared into her soul with dark and light colors of gray. The hair of the person was straight and hung over one eye, lightly shaded. Bloom couldn't understand why she had sketched that, or more importantly him.

She flipped the page over, and found a colored version of him, eyes a sky-blue color mixed with sapphire, lips pinkish plum, skin sun-kissed with a golden sheen and hair a golden color but easily perceived corn-blonde. Bloom stared at the face uncomprehendingly, clicking the power button on her phone again to look at the face once again, trying to understand why she sketched that face.

Sky stared back at her, amusement in his eyes and tilting up his lips.

So...What'd you think? The Florelia part might have been a bit cheesy and I hope that you were happy the Flora and Helia were the ones to first kiss, kind of like the original version of the story but entirely different. I also hope you enjoyed what we're seeing happen between Brandon and Stella, Tecna and Timmy, Bloom and Sky, and Musa and Riven. The only couple that I don't know how to put together is Aisha and Nabu but I suppose that will come all in due time, although it might be a bit cheesy, but this story is really cheesy. Kind of belongs on the Hallmark channel.