A/N: Heya! You have been graced with an update from the great and majestic Ghoul'sBestFriend, who'll probably disappear after this quick update for a few months and come back with an occasional update or two. Sort of like Hide, except hE STILL HADN'T APPEARED IN THE MANGA SO FAR AND WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM. SCREW YOU, ISHIDA. WHERE THE HELL IS MY PRECIOUS SUNSHINE CHILD AT? I miss him. I will not be updating frequently until we get to see our precious sunflower boy again. Also, don't you dare say he's dead, HE'S NOT.

Yeah, things are really starting to get to me. Anyway, here's a quick update, bc why not. This is more of a continuation of the previous chapter and there's not much to it, honestly, but hey at least I'm still alive and kicking, right? Also, this is really short, so yeah...

"I just don't get it! The last time Andros had an arranged marriage was a hundred years ago!"

After the 'end-of-the-year' party, the Winx Club sat around the common room of their dorms, in their pajamas, hugging pillows and drinking hot chocolate as they huddled around in a circle. Layla was currently ranting about her arranged marriage while the other girls listened and offered advice, which was very few considering how this was between Layla and her parents, and maybe her secret fiance. Even if the Winx did disagree with the arranged marriage, they pretty much can't do anything about it, other than maybe spout something like 'girl power!' or 'true love!' but that probably wouldn't convince Layla's stubborn parents, or maybe help her elope with some guy but she isn't really that interested in relationships right now, so there's no guy to elope with.

"I know, right?! I mean, look at what happened to Princess Louise and Mark Antoine*! I'd really hate to be in that kind of marriage." Stella nodded, crossing her arms.

Musa was giving her two cents on the topic at hand when Flora looked down and started to space out, barely hearing the discussion as if it was a distant dream as she thought about what had happened earlier.

"I...had a great time with you tonight."

Her cheeks unconsciously flushed as she recalled what the long-haired Specialist had said as she buried her face in her pillow. She shook her head, no, she mustn't let something small and insignificant sway her like that. Helia was a player, she knew that. He's supposed to be charming, charismatic, and sweet, otherwise, he wouldn't have such a reputation now, would he?

She shouldn't fall for him.

But...those soft, sparkling eyes...

She shouldn't fall for him.

But that genuine smile...

She shouldn't fall for him.

But his kind and soft-spoken nature...

She shouldn't fall for him.

But-

"Flora? Flora!" She snapped out of her thoughts and immediately, she looked up. "Are you okay? You seem to be spacing out," Musa told her, concern etched in her features, same goes for the rest of the girls. Judging by Layla's more calm expression, Flora assumed that she had finally finished her ranting and the arranged marriage topic was dropped, for now, anyway. They look like they're talking about something else now, but that fast? How long was she spacing out?

"Err, yes," Flora said with a bashful smile, blushing in embarrassment. "Anyways, um, what are we talking about?" She asked, looking around.

"Turns out, Mr. Player-Disguised-As-A-Nerd was the one who spiked the punch last year and this year too," Musa shrugged, jabbing her thumb at Tecna's direction. "Honestly? I'm not surprised."

"Really?" Flora couldn't believe it, she always assumed that it was some rebellious witch's doing, not a Specialist, the one who would usually stand against these kinds of things. They're heroes, for heaven's sake!

Tecna shrugged, "I knew it was him the moment he disappeared briefly at the start of the party. Though I don't know what his intentions were, maybe last year it was a bet of some sort, but this year, hmm, I don't know. Perhaps a way to make me loosen up? But I digress, alcohol never really affects me that much and his plan backfired so all was good."

"Anyways, so, Flora," Stella turned to the brunette fairy with a sly smile. "So, how was your night? I didn't see you much during the party, how come?" She asked smoothly.

Flora was caught off guard, did Stella notice they were gone? If so, what did she think they were doing? "Um, I guess," She said, "We just...sat somewhere quieter. Turns out we had a lot in common, like our distaste for loud areas and stuff."

"Really, now?"

"Stella, stop what you're going to do right now," Bloom warned, narrowing her eyes.

"What?" Stella asked innocently, "I'm not doing anything."

Bloom sighed at her blonde friend. "Okay, that sounds nice, Flo," Musa said, "But remember, this is a bet. We're using them as bets, and they're using us as bets. This is a contest of who breaks the other's heart first, so please, Flo, don't fall for him, 'kay?"

Flora pursed her lips, before giving a small wry smile.

"I won't."

...

Brandon stared blankly at the ceiling above him as he laid in his bed, still wide awake. Outside the window showed a very dark sky and some cricket noises were heard as Brandon turned to the bed across from him, where the Prince of Eraklyon was sleeping soundly. Brandon sighed as he twisted and turned in his bed, even if all of Red Fountain was sleeping after the exhausting, yet the fun party, the young Squire still found himself wide awake even if he tried to sleep.

Maybe the reason why he couldn't sleep was that so many things ran rampant in his mind. And by things, he meant one person, and by one person, he meant a certain princess of Solaria he hung out with during the party.

He mentally slapped himself. Couldn't sleep because of a girl, how pathetic, he thought. It was supposed to be the other way around, dammit.

But still, he thought as his fingers unconsciously caressed the area of the cheek she had kissed. He nearly flinched when he felt a fluttery feeling in his stomach, like butterflies fluttering around when he thought about her. The way her smile makes him feel good inside, the way she moves make it seem like she was gracefully dancing, the way her eyes reminded him of the beautiful twilight during the final minutes of daytime, just, her.

He never felt like this for a girl before.

Is this...what they call a 'crush'? Brandon looked back at all the girls who confessed their love for him, the poems and letters he received, the dating advice his peers desperately needed from him. He'd usually just continue with his facade or just scoff at them, not really understanding the concept of 'crushing' on someone.

And yet, at that moment, he realized that he, Brandon, a Squire from Eraklyon, the playboy of Red Fountain, and the boy nearly every girl is in love with at some point, found himself fully awake in his bed at two in the morning, blushing over a girl for the first time.

Oh, the irony.

A/N: I was really, REALLY tempted to add some TxT scenes in there but I realized their relationship isn't that much developed yet so I had to hold myself back. Speaking of which, I'm planning to write a Coffee Shop AU starring our dorky couple, what do you guys think?

Anyway, yeah, I'm kind of running out of ideas for this story at this point. I have a few idas here and there but I don't think they're enough. Oh well, I'll just watch more romcoms for inspiration I guess...unless, suggestions perhaps? ;) *wink wink, nudge nudge*

I hope you enjoyed reading!