Disclaimer - I don't own Winx Club. I am writing this for Froday Flash Fiction Challenge. This is for January 2022 Amnesty, but the prompt I picked was Exes (11.07) and my mind for some reason jumped to the X in Winx club which is stylized as faerie wings, but I've been reading discussions between those who like Bloom and those who don't and someone in the discussion said, "It feels like we're watching a different show," and my thoughts were, "well, yeah. 4Kids version is very different from the Cinélume version" wherein the former Bloom treats her parents with respect and Mitzi is indeed a bully, but in the latter, she is majorly rude to those parents and its Bloom, not Mitzi who's in the wrong. Hense the 4kids vs Cinélume - We Watched Different Show tag.
Wink and See: Bully
"I'll send you a postcard."
Bloom's nose wrinkled up while the corners of her mouth twisted down at the perceived slight on Mitzi's part. She folded her arms, thinking about how she'd be stuck working in the flower shop all summer except for when she went on vacation with her parents.
Mitzi paid Bloom's actions no mind and instead turned her attention to her brand new scooter. Bloom swallowed, remembering how she'd gotten a brand new bike from her parents only for it not to be a motorized bike like Mitzi's was. There was, of course, the talk about cost—her parents didn't care enough—and not being old enough—they didn't trust her either as one should trust someone her age.
"Show off."
The words came out of her mouth, and Mitzi looked up. At first, she stared at Bloom, her eyes wide behind her cat-eye glasses. Her lips pushed together as Bloom looked longingly at the scooter. She then said, "You could save up your allowance, you know."
"But your parents just give you stuff," Bloom bemoaned, frustrated at how Mitzi turned the conversation around to be about her rather than how Her parents spoiled Mitzi while Bloom's didn't care.
"Yeah, but they don't spend time with me."
"Come on," Bloom let out a laugh. "Hanging out with one's parents is so uncool." She also thought to herself, "And you're just trying to deflect."
Mitzi's facial features hardened as if she took issue with what Bloom said, but then she said nothing. Her eyes went back to her scooter, her mouth twisting as if she were thinking. "You could, you know—if I'm not on vacation and the scooter with me—take it on a spin. Just don't scratch it if you do."
"My mom and dad won't let me. They're overprotective." Bloom emphasized the over and used finger quotes. "And you don't trust me either, apparently."
Mitzi's mouth twisted differently, her eyes focused on Bloom. "Look. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you shouldn't talk about your parents like that."
"But they are overprotective."
"Be that as it may…." Mitzi pointed her finger at Bloom. "Your tone of voice stinks. Your parents are actually quite nice. Cool even. And yes, they're cool despite being dirt poor like they are, something you don't seem to appreciate right now. So, think about what I said, will you, that you're actually quite lucky."
Bloom watched Mitzi get on her bike and drive off. When she was gone, she said, "Show off."
She headed towards the park, the inkling of wanting some kind of adventure, such as being whisked off to some sort of magical land where she was some fairy tale princess, or even better, a princess who was a fairy while meeting her prince charming. As ideas poured into her head, she sat on the grass, writing into her book.
She didn't expect her book to be snatched away—by her crush nonetheless, and he was reading her notebook, probably the story she'd just written, and she smiled up at him, her pencil eraser in her mouth, hoping he liked her story.
But then his smile faltered. 'Why do you portray Mitzi this way?"
"Because she is this way."
"Let me correct myself. Why do you portray what she does as being so bloody awful."
"Because it is."
"You're an awful friend."
"Excuse me. Mitzi is the awful friend, sending me postcards to show off."
Her crush handed her book back. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe she was sending them—I don't know—because she knows you practically never get out of Gardinia and thought it might cheer you up."
"Come on. Mitzi is always showing off how rich she is, so there's no way her motives are pure."
"Or maybe you're just jealous." Her crush handed her the book back, leaving Bloom fuming. After he left, she dove into continuing her story about how she met a faerie only to discover she was a faerie.
