Authors Note- I was seriously considering making the last chapter just a one shot, and leaving it at that. If I had any mercy no one would have to read the rest at all. But I kept on remembering the good bits I kind of do want people to read. So for better or worst, here is chapter 2.
Wanda was woken up the next morning by the sound of birds singing and a light shining in her eyes.
Why didn't I close my curtains last night? she wondered as she began to slowly wake up. She thought back to last night and then woke up very quickly. Opening her eyes, she saw Cosmo lying next to her, one armed draped across her and a small peaceful smile on his sleeping face. Wanda sat up quickly and shook him roughly.
"Just five more minutes, Mama," he murmured, trying to roll over.
"Cosmo, wake up, we've got to get home!" Wanda cried, shaking him harder still.
"What?" he said blearily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"We were out here all night!" she said, sounding panicked. She felt stiff and sore from sleeping on the ground. "Oh, I am going to be in so much trouble," she said anxiously, distractedly running a hand through her hair.
"Wanda, I'm sorry…" Cosmo began to say.
"No time Cosmo, I've got to leave now! Oh, I hope Daddy's fallen asleep… Can you get home okay?" she suddenly asked him.
"Well, yeah, but…"
"Good," she said, and, raising her wand, poofed away. Cosmo floated there, a little stunned and disappointed. He hadn't wanted the date to end like this, with Wanda suddenly leaving to possibly get into a lot of trouble. He sighed sadly; he was sure Wanda would hate him now. Suddenly he heard a poof next to him.
"Thanks for the date Cosmo, I had a great time," said Wanda hurriedly, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you later!" and with that she was gone again.
Cosmo floated happily, a wide grin spreading over his face. He gently touched where Wanda had kissed him. She didn't hate him! It was a pity she had to go home so soon… With a start, Cosmo realised that home was where he should be too.
After poofing back to see Cosmo (she had felt bad about not saying goodbye), Wanda had returned to floating outside her house. She had tested her bedroom window to see if it was locked, and to her annoyance found that it was. She couldn't just poof in, because her father had protected their house against fairies being able to do that. Cursing her father's job (in which making enemies was an occupational hazard), she gingerly opened the front door. Peering round, she could see her father was asleep in an armchair, snoring lightly.
Quietly sighing with relief, she flew in, careful not to make a sound. She had just reached the bottom of the stairs when a voice behind her said "What time do you call this?"
Closing her eyes and quickly running wild excuses through her head, Wanda prepared herself to face her father's onslaught. She opened her eyes, turned around and said perkily, "Good morning Daddy!"
Don't try that on me!" Big Daddy growled. "It's five o'clock in the morning. Care to explain yourself?"
"I went for an early morning run," she said (even though fairies can fly, running was great exercise).
"In your dress?" he said, not fooled for a second. "And why is there grass in your hair."
"Uhmm, gardening?" she supplied hopelessly. She couldn't believe she'd said that. Had some of Cosmo's stupidity rubbed off on her during the night?
"Wanda, that's the worst excuse I've ever heard. But I thank you for it."
"You do?' she said, puzzled.
"Yes. I've got a new sledgehammer I've been meaning to try out on someone's kneecaps, and now I have the perfect candidate." Poofing up the brutal object mentioned, with a look of determination in his eyes, Big Daddy headed to the door.
"No, Daddy, please!" cried Wanda, placing a restraining hand on his arm. "I had the best time of my life with Cosmo last night."
Big Daddy's eyes widened with alarm, then narrowed with anger. Tightening his grip on the sledgehammer as though it was the neck of a certain green-haired fairy, he headed out the door.
"Daddy, wait!" said Wanda desperately, placing herself in his path. "What I meant is that Cosmo and I are just friends, and we had fun last night.
Big Daddy narrowed his eyes even more, clearly not believing two teenagers could just 'have fun'. Or else believing it, and not liking what 'fun' could mean.
"Are you sure?" he asked Wanda, still gripping his weapon tightly.
"Yes," she said firmly, returning her fathers steady gaze.
"And he didn't try anything?" he asked, still suspicious.
"No," Wanda replied, starting to feel angry. "He was very nice and caring and we had innocent fun."
"Then why are you home so late?" he asked.
"Having innocent fun is tiring, Daddy. We fell asleep before we could come home."
Big Daddy sighed, finally loosening his grip on the sledgehammer. "All right missy, I believe you."
Wanda grinned and hugged her father, kissing him on the cheek.
"Now get to bed and get a few more hours sleep, before I change my mind. I still want to test this thing out, you know." After his daughter had disappeared up the stairs to her bedroom, Big Daddy chuckled softly to himself. He would never let his daughters know, but on every single date they went on, he had his best men follow them. He liked to grill Wanda and Blonda to see how honest they were, plus a little bit of fear to stop them doing something stupid.
Big Daddy settled back in the armchair. All night he'd had his lackeys report back to him, and he thought over what they'd told him. He would never like Wanda's current boyfriend (because no-one would ever be good enough for his girls), but he liked this fairy's behaviour a lot more than the sexy Spanish one's.
Later that morning, Cosmo was at his friends' garage, telling them about the date in excruciating detail. He constantly interrupted his narrative to explain how beautiful Wanda looked, how pretty she had been, and how nice she was.
His friends didn't interrupt, partly because they were interested in his story, but mostly because they didn't want to prolong it.
When Cosmo had finally finished, Pall asked "So Wanda really enjoyed herself then."
"Yep! She's happy as can be, you know she said so." He lay back on the couch, folding his arms behind his head. "I'm in love with her and I feel fine."
"Whoa, you love her?" said Giorge.
"Yep," said Cosmo dreamily.
"After one date?" said Jon.
"Yep," Cosmo said again.
"So where is she?" asked Pall.
"She's at home," he answered. Then he sat bolt upright. "Oh my gosh, she said she was going to be in trouble! What if her dad kills her?"
"Cosmo, Wanda's dad won't kill her," said Pall exasperatedly.
"You're right," said Cosmo, still sounding panicked. "He'll probably kill me!" He curled up in a ball and sucked his thumb. The others rolled their eyes.
"Maybe you should just go and see Wanda," suggested Jon.
"And make it easier for her dad? No way!" argued Cosmo. He sucked his thumb a bit more. "But I want to see her." He sucked his thumb again. "But I don't want to die!" He began to cry.
"Cosmo, why don't you just wait for school tomorrow? You can see her then," said Jon.
Cosmo stopped crying. "Oh yeah!"
"Come on Cosmo, you can help us jam," said Pall, tossing him some drumsticks.
"Okay!" said Cosmo happily. He loved hitting drums, he loved his friends, and tomorrow he would see his biggest love of all; Wanda.
Wanda left her house at ten o'clock that morning, feeling refreshed after sleeping a few more hours in her soft, comfortable bed. After a quick breakfast, she set out with determination to find Juandissimo. She was resolved to break up with him. Sure he was sexy, but Cosmo was the man for her. She poofed up outside the house he was staying at, knocking at the door, but no one was home.
She frowned, thinking. Where would Juandissimo be on a sunny Sunday morning? In other words, where would lots of pretty girls be on a sunny Sunday morning?
The park! she thought with a flash of inspiration. He'll be at the park! She poofed there, appearing out of habit next to the bench where she and Juandissimo frequently met.
He was sitting on it, talking to two pretty, giggling, flirting fairies. Wanda couldn't tell if he was flirting back, because as soon as he saw her Juandissimo flew over, the two girls forgotten.
"Hope you need my love babe, just like I need you," he said, kissing her hand. The two fairies on the bench flew off in a huff, shooting jealous looks back at Wanda.
"Huh?" she said, looking bemusedly at Juandissimo. "Look, we need to talk."
"One thing I can say girl, love you all the time," he replied.
"Juandissimo, will you shut up?" said Wanda, pulling her hand away. "And you should work on your English. It's getting worse."
"Sorry," he said. "I do not know what came over me. And I do not need any language, other than the language of love."
Wanda rolled her eyes as his shirt ripped off. Also, the things he had said made her feel a little uncomfortable, considering what she was about to do. He couldn't have meant them, could he?
"So, can we talk now?" she asked.
"Of course!" he exclaimed. "I will talk about anything with you! So long as it is not about you wishing to break up with me. If that were the case, I would fall into an endless despair caused by the shattering of my heart and soul into a thousand irreparable pieces, leaving me a hollow shell of my former self so that eventually I would wither away to nothing." He wiped a small tear away at the thought. "Now, what do you want to talk about?"
"Er…" said Wanda, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "Did I say talk? I meant…not talk! We should just sit here…not talking," she finished lamely.
"Oh, I see," said Juandissimo with a twinkle in his eye. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. Inwardly Wanda sighed. This was exactly the opposite of what she had wanted, or even expected, to happen.
When they had pulled apart, Juandissimo sat them down on the bench and wrapped his arms around Wanda. She felt even more uncomfortable, almost as if she was betraying Cosmo.
"It would also crush my soul if I thought you had feelings for any fairy except me."
What a hypocrite! thought Wanda, remembering the two fairies he'd been chatting up just minutes before.
"I think, perhaps, I would do something desperate," he continued. "Not something desperate enough so as to hurt my beautiful body." He ripped his shirt off to reveal his muscular chest, which he viewed proudly before poofing a shirt back on. "But it would not be nice for the other fairy."
Wanda gave a nervous laugh that soon died. "Yeah…"
How was she going to get out of this one?
