A/N) Y'all are gonna make me cry.

I got another follower and favoriter for my story! AmericanDemigod, thank you soooo much for following my story! And for following and favoriting, well . . . me. And thank you soooo much for your reviews! I really appreciate them! And, of course i can do another Sophitz story!

Speaking of which, now that all the "common" ships have been done, if any of you want me to do another, i will! All you have to do is ask. Also, now we're getting into some less common ships, such as Tam and Marella, or Sophie and an OC. These were requested ships, btw, so i would be happy to do them! I honestly thought that the series would have ended with the last story, but nope! You all wanted more! YAAAAAAAAAY! I love you all so much. If any of you want any other ships (except LGBTQ) i'll try my best to make them happen. On that note, let's head onto the next ship, which will be Tam and Marella, bc it was asked for first.

Oh, i almost forgot! This is my tenth one-shot! *applause* i couldn't have done it without any of you there reading my story.

So, without further adieu, the next ship!

(i had to look up their ship name XD)

A Tamella Story

Leftovers.

That's what i was.

Keefe got Sophie-not that i cared-Fitz went with my sister, Linh-which i'm still being careful about-and Dex . . . got Biana.

And you know who i got?

My dumb shadow.

No one else is left for me. I mean, no one i necessarily want as much as i wanted Biana. I was in love with her, much as i hated to admit it, but she ended up with Dex anyway. I had a feeling this might happen, but i wasn't prepared for what would happen next.

"Are you ditching?" a voice asked behind me as i wandered down the stark white Level Six halls. I turned around to find a petite Level Five girl with a few tiny braids woven throughout her tangled blonde hair.

Marella.

"What's it to you?" i said, a little sharper than i intended. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow, daring me to say anything other than an apology. I tugged on my bangs.

"Sorry, I'm not myself today."

"Oh, really? I thought you were acting normal for once," she answered, rolling her eyes.

"Look, i don't need any of this right now." i turned and started to walk away. But she caught up with me.

"Hey, what's going on? I've never seen you ditch before."

"Like i said, I'm not myself today."

"I get that, but why?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

She stayed silent for a few seconds, and i thought that finally shut her up. But she quietly said, "okay." But she didn't leave. She just kept walking next to me down the white halls. We walked on in silence, making random twists and turns, neither of us going in any general direction. We came to an intersection, and Marella told me,

"Go left."

I looked at her, but she was looking left down the hall. "Why?"

"Just do it," she said, leading the way. I shrugged to myself and followed her. Her blonde hair bounced up and down behind her as she walked with a confident air about her, even though no one else was there. Her wrinkled cape fluttered back and forth as she made her way down to the end of the hall. There, was a silver door with blue jewels set into it. I'd never seen it before. But Marella had, apparently, because she pulled up a cord from inside her uniform that was tied around her neck. At the end was a small silver key, which she inserted into the lock and turned. I heard a faint click and she pushed the door open.

I stayed where i was, watching Marella take a step into the dark room beyond. She stuck her blonde head out again and with a smirk asked, "Scared?"

"N-no." Way to stay cool, Tam.

She held out her hand towards me teasingly. "Then aren't you coming?"

I stared at her small hand for a moment before taking it. "Sure, why not?"

She pulled me in with such a force, it sent me crashing into her tiny body.

"Hey, watch it!" she said.

"It's not my fault!"

"Sure, blame the girl who's trying to get you out of your depressing state." She put her hands on her hips and frowned. That's when i got a good look at the room we were in.

Tiny crystals glowed everywhere around us, serving as the only light in the round room. Two bean bag chairs sat on the floor, with a small table in between them stacked high with Prattles' boxes. It was like some sort of emergency stash. The room was calming, in its own weird way.

"Uh huh," Marella muttered to herself, as if she were satisfied. She stalked to one of the chairs and plopped down into it, grabbing a Prattles' box on the way. She opened it and popped the delicious candy in her mouth, crunching on it as i just stood there.

"Oh, yeah," she said suddenly, as if she just remembered something. "Welcome to my ditching domain. It's where i hang out when i don't feel like hanging around anyone."

"Then . . . why are there two chairs in here?"

"It's where my imaginary friend sits."

I stared. And then blinked as she cracked up.

"I'm kidding. This stuff was already here when i found this place. All i brought were the Prattles." She shook the box a little bit for emphasis.

I relaxed a little for some reason. I fell into the other bean bag chair and was about to take one of the boxes of Prattles, when Marella slapped my hand.

"Uh uh uh," she told me as i drew my hand back and shouted, "hey!"

She smiled sweetly at me. "If you want Prattles, you've gotta tell me what's going on."

"What? As if," i slouched down in my seat. "You of all people should know what it's like to not wanna talk about something."

"True, but i also know what it does to me. So, either spill, or no Prattles." she crunched loudly on the delicious candy for emphasis on torture.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.

"Gah! Fine!"

She beamed, clearly proud of herself for breaking me.

"But i'm only giving you one word," i told her. "If you can't guess with that one word, then i don't have to tell you any more and i get Prattles. If you do guess it correctly, then i won't have to tell you any more and i get Prattles." i smirked.

"How is that fair?"

"How is blackmailing me fair?"

"Ugh, fine. What's the word?"

I slouched farther into my seat, tugging on my bangs-nervous habit. "It's, uh . . ."

"'Uh' isn't a word," she teased.

"Yeah, i know." i let out a deep sigh, right before mumbling, "Biana."

Silence.

She must have guessed it. The crunching stopped. And an "Oh," slipped from her mouth.

"Yeah," i mumbled.

"You . . . really liked her, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"Well, at least she didn't straight up reject you. I'm sure it was just a matter of who asked her out first," she suggested.

I sighed. "Yeah, probably, and i blew it." i stood up and grabbed a box of Prattles, looking at it for a moment before tossing it onto the bean bag chair. I wasn't hungry anymore. I needed to get out of there before Marella saw the stupid tears.

"Thanks, but i think i should get going," i told her, my voice a little thick.

She stood up quickly, grabbing my hand to stop me. "Hey, Biana isn't the only girl in the world."

"To me she was."

She let my hand go at that, a look in her huge ice blue eyes that i didn't recognize. Hurt?

"Everybody likes Biana," she mumbled. "They either fall for her or chase after Sophie. And the rest of us? Nothing." She turned around so she wasn't facing me, but continued. "Biana and Sophie are just so pretty and perfect no matter what and strong and brave and so talented. And what am i? A wrinkled, tangled mess of a Pyrokinetic. But, you know what?" She spun around to face me so fast that it was a blur. "I don't care." By then she was right in front of me and had grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me down with such a force, that my lips crashed into hers.

They weren't as soft or pink or plump as i would think Biana's would have been, yet they somehow had me kissing her back. I had to lean down a little farther than i would have it it were Biana, but i didn't mind. I felt her stand on her toes and couldn't help but smile, which broke the kiss.

"Goodness, you're so short," i told her.

"Nah, you're just to tall. But i don't mind," she whispered. Her hand was still wrapped around my collar, so i wasn't surprised when she pulled me back down and kissed me again. I hadn't realized how much i had actually liked Marella until this moment. She wasn't any Biana Vacker, but she was Marella Redek.

And i was gonna make her mine.

A/N) all right. I tried. I just hope i didn't fail. You have no idea how much writer's block i got for this story! Ugh, are all of them gonna be this hard? I sure hope not. (hehe, that vine popped into my mind again) So, on that note, i need more ideas for one shots! They don't necessarily have to be ships, either. Just gimme a suggestion, but, mind you, i have the right to decline one that i don't feel comfortable doing. (-_-)

Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you all check out my other story, Caught In Between. Follows and favs and reviews always make me super happy, too, so . . . hint, hint. Nah, i'm kidding. Maybe. Well, keep your eyes peeled for the next one/two-shot!

BYEEEEEE!