Author's Note: If you clicked on this story, thank you for reading! Literally my first fan-fic let alone my first FOP fan-fic and I'm really nervous to put this out, so like...don't be too harsh, please and thanks? I also have a lot of OCs that act as side characters in this fic, so I tried adding as much description for them as I saw fit. Hope you guys like them :)

Disclaimer: Butch Hartman couldn't pay me enough to own Fairly Odd Parents, so, of course, I don't. Also, characters will seem a little OOC to fit the narrative I was aiming for. You've been warned.

The sun descended into the starry sky of the world amongst the clouds, forming rich hues of orange and magentas. Fairy families enjoyed the evening relaxing with TV or other recreational activities within the confines of their odd-shaped abodes, signature fairy crowns standing tall on each roof. The neon lights of the Fairly World Sign illuminated against the pastel clouds, and pigments of rainbow radiated throughout the bridge. It was another evening in the mid-summer August, just a few days after the start of a new school year. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as the hustle and bustle of the world slowly settled into serenity.

Arpeggio progressions of A Major echoed throughout the white walls of Juandissimo's bedroom as his magical fingers plucked his eight-string crimson guitar. His long, black hair was pulled back into a single low ponytail and his chin was bare of any facial hair. His white wife beater tank top exposed his developing chestnut pecs accessorized by a silver chain necklace, and he sat Indian style in his black distressed jeans.

Sometimes, on nights like this, he would escape in the soothe of music from all the haunting memories. As he positioned his right hand on different frets to form chords for his left hand to strum, Juanita, his little sister, knocked on his bedroom door opened ajar before entering. Her hair, much like Juandissimo's, was pulled back into low symmetrical pigtails which rested gently past her shoulders, and her dark orchid eyes observed the therapeutic focus of her brother's expression. With her almond skin toned arms slightly folded against the bosom of her purple crop top, she silently made her way towards the edge of his duvet, just two feet away from where he sat, and continued to observe him as he played.

Juanita, just over two years Juandissimo's junior, always loved when her brother practiced guitar. They both shared a mutual love for music, just as their mother did. She considered herself the more vocal of the siblings, constantly singing in the shower or wherever she felt the inspiration. Her brother could carry a tune or two, but he preferred to take on the role of the instrumentalist.

She often looked up to him as her north star, and any fear would melt away whenever he was near. He would often be her protector growing up as she was a timid child and quite small for her age, but as she matured, she came out of her shell and learned to carry her own. When she received news from guidance counselors at Fairymendo High School that she and her two brothers would both be transferring to Carl Poofy Pants Fairy High, she was a shell of anxiety. Not only was she entering her sophomore year of high school, she was entering her sophomore year at a completely different school with completely different kids, leaving majority of her old friends behind. However, Juandissimo helped in making the transition smoother than it would have been if he wasn't there experiencing a new normal alongside her. Just a few days into the school year, and she gained the confidence to make new friendships. She was even accepted onto the Cheerleading Squad where she met her new best friend Starr, all with the reassurance of her brother.

When he was finished, Juandissimo delicately set his guitar on the floor to lean against his bedframe as his sister began to ponder. Death was a foreign subject for fairies, especially because fairies are naturally immortal beings. So, when a fairy dies in one way or another, whether from illness, murder, suicide, or tragic accident, it leaves many questions that often have no real answer.

Juanita let out a heavy sigh, the memories of her late mother flooding through her mind. "…do you think about her?"

Juandissimo paused for a moment before answering. "Si…every day."

"…do you miss her too?"

"Always."

Juanita began to hug herself, saddened by the moments with her mother that were now haunting figments of the past. "…does it ever get easier?"

With this question, Juandissimo let out his own heavy sigh. "…No lo sé."

Slightly disheartened, Juanita's dark orchid eyes met Juandissimo's blue-violets. "….can I have a hug?"

A half smile curved his face as he leaned towards her and his biceps enveloped the small frame of his baby sister. Juanita closed her eyes as she sank into the comfort of his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck. "Te quiera, hermano." she spoke, barely above a whisper.

He proceeded to hug her tighter, soaking in the sincerity of her statement. "Te quiero, hermana"

The world flickered with streetlights as orange and magenta hues descended into indigoes and blues. Cosmo and Wanda sat hand in hand atop the cliff's edge, overlooking the entirety of Fairy World at such high attitude that large houses appeared like tiny dots on a map. The stars illuminated against the darkness, twinkling small hopes of a brighter tomorrow.

Whilst gazing upon the stars, Cosmo turned to his girlfriend on his right as he couldn't help but admire her natural beauty. Her perfect, porcelain skin, her breath-taking fuchsia eyes, and of course, her swirly pink hair, which she held the rest of its length in a simple high ponytail. He also took a liking to her style; her yellow crop top sported mesh sleeves, and her plaid pink pleated skirt was supported by a black studded belt which rested atop her black leggings. She often wore yellow combat boots to match her top, and she always wore the same yellow earrings he bought for her with his allowance money.

Wanda felt someone watching her, so she turned towards her boyfriend on her left to see he was staring her. She chuckled as she said "Caught ya" and Cosmo began to blush as his eyes bashfully averted her gaze. She always found his shamrock green eyes to be so captivating, and she loved the shag of his matching green hair, just below shoulder length. His style was quite simple; a white t-shirt hooded with a green hoodie, blue denim jeans, and black chuck taylors. He always wore his favorite hoodie, the same hoodie she bought for him with her own allowance money. Cosmo lifted his gaze back towards her and smiled, exposing his braces. Wanda always found his braces cute to match his equally as cute pale ivory face riddled with acne.

Cosmo and Wanda looked up in time to see a shooting star as it soared through the night sky. "Look Cosmo," Wanda squeezed his hand tighter, "a shooting star! Quick, make a wish!"

"I thought god kids made wishes?" Cosmo questioned innocently.

"This is different." Wanda corrected, smiling. "Go on, make a wish!"

Cosmo sat and pondered for a second, seriousness fixed in his eyebrows as Wanda giggled to herself. After a moment, Cosmo was filled with excitement as he thought of such a perfect wish. "I wish we could stay together forever and ever!"

"Aw Cosmo." Wanda leaned to kiss him on the cheek, and his rosy cheeks flushed. "You're so sweet."

He smiled with delight, though it disappeared as quickly as it came. Wanda became concerned, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What's the matter, babe?"

"Nothing baby, it's just…" he licked his lips, a perplexed expression on his face. "…I wish we didn't have to lie to our parents."

Wanda sighed, knowing this subject came up often. "We've been keeping it a secret for two years now. Maybe it's time we come clean."

"Are you kidding? My mom can't know about us, Wanda." Cosmo advised. "She reeeeeeeeealllly hates you, and I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaalllly hate when she's angry, especially at me…"

Wanda lowered her gaze, taking into consideration how both her mother and her father detest Cosmo's for merely existing. So much so that if he really wanted to, her father could have his men make Cosmo "disappear" for absolutely no reason at all other than the reason of Cosmo's lineage.

For many millenniums, the Cosmas and the Fairywinkles have suffered the curse of a family feud. It all started when a Fairywinkle woman was extremely unhappy in her marriage and was desperate for a means of an out. She met a Cosma man, and they developed a friendship at first. The woman then took it upon herself to lie to the Cosma man, telling him that she was single, and that she wanted to pursue a relationship with him, which the Cosma man was completely on board. For three months, the Cosma man had the idea that he was in a serious relationship with the Fairywinkle woman, though the Fairywinkle woman told him they had to date in secret without a clear explanation. She hid the entanglement from her husband until one night, the woman's husband caught them in the act and accused his wife of cheating; however, the woman turned it around and blamed the Cosma man by falsely accusing him of rape. Enraged, the woman's husband killed the Cosma man in cold blood. When the man's family caught wind of this, a family member went after the husband and killed both him and his wife as they slept in their bed. The deadly string of revenge ended after a couple of centuries, but the mutual hatred for the other remained.

A family feud stood in between Cosmo and Wanda's freedom to love each other openly without fault, a feud that had absolutely nothing with them. The Cosmas saw the Fairywinkles as lying, manipulative snakes, while the Fairywinkles saw the Cosmas as immoral, dirty scumbags. This was not made clear to them until they met at Spellementary, when Cosmo came home to his mother one day and expressed his enthusiasm in making his first real friend named Wanda, and Wanda told her parents she met a new friend at school named Cosmo. From that point on, their parents did everything in their power to convince their children that the other was no good for them, and strictly forbid them from ever associating again. This obviously didn't stop the pair, as they continued in their friendship behind their family's backs for years up until sophomore year of High School. Cosmo worked up the courage to ask Wanda to be his girlfriend, and they've been dating ever since.

"I have an idea!" Cosmo exclaimed, striping Wanda from her thoughts. "Once we get into the Fairy Academy, we'll be adults, and they'll have no say because we'll be out of the house and on our own. We wouldn't have to listen to them or do what they say!"

"I guess…" Wanda considered. "…but Cosmo, that's almost a year away. That's a long time, ya know."

"Yeah," Cosmo shrugged. "but maybe time will fly by, and we'll be free before you know it!"

Wanda leaned back with her forearms supporting her weight, staring into the stars above. "Well, I guess if we've somehow managed to keep it a secret this long, what's another year gonna hurt?"

Suddenly Cosmo was on top of her, the cool of the dew grass pressed against her wings. He pinned her hands with his own and straddled her waste. "Cosmo, what are you-?"

"Shhhhhhhhh" he pressed a finger to his lips. He then leaned in closer to where his lips were just inches away from hers, and he gazed into her eyes once more as he whispered sensually "Just kiss me."

Wanda looked at him with amorous eyes, and without much thought, cupped his face and kissed the soft of his lips. A small moan escaped her lips as he deepened the kiss, running a gentle hand through the pink of her locks. In that moment, the world around them seemed to disappear into the void, their love blinders to their surroundings. Nothing else mattered, no one else mattered. All that mattered, was that they the beat of each other's hearts, the mate to each other's soul. Nothing could sever the ties that connected them to each other.

Amongst all the hatred, their love could never die.

The teen couple cried out in harmonized euphoria as one final thrust released his pleasure inside of her.

Blonda panted heavily as the sensual convulsions in her abdomen surged throughout her body. Luther pulled out and rolled over onto his back in his queen sized bed, removing the latex. They both had to catch their breath after that last round; hot and steamy was an understatement. She looked over to her boyfriend with a satisfied smile on her face. He definitely knew all the right ways to please her.

It's no secret that their four-year relationship was 90% erotic rendezvous and 10% romantic intimacy. They were both perfectly fine with their reciprocated consent to kiss first, talk later. Their mutual friends also knew that the sole reason they even began any type of relationship was because of the idea that the other was great in bed.

Blonda, Wanda's identical yet somehow hotter twin sister, flourished in the realm of popularity as the "sexy and sassy" Cheer Squad captain. She was rarely scene without her best friends known as the "Gemstone Triplets," Amethyst, Sapphire, and Ruby. Boys gravitated towards her flirtatious persona, and girls envied her petite yet curvaceous figure. So, when Luther, recently promoted captain of CPPFH Football team, first set eyes upon the blonde beauty cheerleader, he just couldn't resist. And when Blonda first set eyes upon the purple hooligan of endomorph physique, there was no question regarding the heft of his manhood.

Luther laced his arms around Blonda as she scooted over closer to his shaggy chest. She cuddled against him as he beamed with pride, completely proud of their simultaneous climax. "I put in that work, huh?" he asked conceitedly, ego swelling in his chest.

"Geez," Blonda rolled her eyes. "so full of yourself."

"You're one to talk." Luther positioned his arm behind his head, raising an eyebrow.

Her finger twirled his chest hair nonchalantly as she lifted her head to look into his candy red eyes with a conceited smile. "Only two days into senior year, and we're already the 'it' couple."

"I know right?" Luther concurred. "We totally rule that school."

"Totally." Blonda agreed. "Especially since this year in Drama Club, because of seniority, my chances of get more acting roles are higher. If I keep this up, I'll definitely make it big in Fairywood!"

"And I could get football scholarships," Luther alleged "possibly play enough to make it to the FFL."

"Maybe," Blonda shrugged. "but making it into the Fairy Football League is just a slim as winning a Zappy in Fairywood; you gotta be really, really good."

"Oh, I know I'm good." Luther bragged. "Last year, I set a new record for the most touchdown passes."

"Well excuse me, Mr. All-star." Blonda giggled, ruffling his orchid crew cut hair.

She already knew it was strictly because of the sex, but sometimes she wondered why she continued to entertain the notion of staying with someone just as egotistic as her. When she first met Luther in 9th grade, she saw him as an immature, arrogant pig eager to fulfill his wet dream fantasies with the first piece of coo that walked past him. To this day, she could never understand why he got off on bullying losers like her sister's pathetic boyfriend, and why he always had to be seen as the "tough guy" or the guy who got laid as often as the sun was bright.

Luther decided to roll over and prop himself on top of his girlfriend, his torso warmed by the silk of her porcelain skin as his eyes gleamed with desire. "I know what else I'm good at."

"Oh yeah?" Blonda returned his flirtatious gaze. "And what's that?"

He leaned towards her and parted his lips to hers, allowing their tongues to explore. He then broke the kiss long enough to let "Round two" slip passed his lips. Blonda wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her feverishly, igniting another candle of teenage hormonal passion.

The morning sun declared its graceful presence into the dawn of a new day, and Mrs. Magnifico powered her coffee maker, wiping the lingering sleep from her icy blue eyes. She often coined herself as an early riser, partially due to the early morning shift of her husband's Fairy Police profession. Ever since he switched from nights to days a few years ago, sleeping past 6:30 am was a thing of the past, even on weekends.

As dark roast coffee steeped inside the pot, Mr. Magnifico entered the L shaped kitchen, sporting his short-sleeve indigo uniform with his police hat resting atop the lilac waves of his shoulder cut mane. He paused to admire the sight of his wife of twenty years; her heart-shaped face, her caramel skin, her crimped black back length hair, her vivacious curves peeking through her royal blue satin robe. Twenty years in, and she was just as breath-taking as the first day his lilac eyes were blessed with her beauty.

He hugged her tiny waste as he approached her from behind, kissing her temple as she smiled into his honey brown arms. "Buenos días, marido." Mrs. Magnifico greeted her husband warmly, turning her head to kiss his cupid's bow.

"Buenos días, esposa." Mr. Magnifico rested his chin on her shoulder as the coffee finished brewing, cuddling her softly. "How is mi amor on this fine morning?"

"Soy buena" Mrs. Magnifico reached towards the wall cabinets for a coffee mug. "And how is mi corazon?"

"Cannot wait to finish these patrols." Mr. Magnifico took to coffee mug his wife gave to him and reached for the coffee handle. Mrs. Magnifico grabbed the sugar and creamer set and brought it closer to the coffee maker. "With crime rates dropping, there is hardly any action."

"¡Hola mejores padres del mundo entero!"[Hello best parents in the whole world!] their eldest son exclaimed with outreached arms, a cheesy expression on his face.

"Alewandro," Mrs. Magnifico giggled as she shook her head. "must you be so extreme so early?"

Alewandro was the splitting image of his dad, same honey brown skin, same mesomorph build, same rounded face. He inherited his mother's gorgeous icy blue eyes and silky black hair, and his white wife beater tank sported an unzipped cerulean hooded vest. He wore a gold chain necklace much like Juandissimo's, and his distressed blue denim jeans fit snug against his thighs and calves as if actual skin.

"¡Pero mamá!" Alewandro shrugged, grinning ear to ear. "I would not be me if I did not proclaim my presence in the most dramatic way possible! Besides, you love it."

"Yeah, and two plus two equals five." Mr. Magnifico replied sarcastically, ruffling his son's top fade.

Moments later, Juanita and Juandissimo entered the kitchen. Mr. Magnifico flew over to his daughter and welcomed with multiple kisses on her cheek. "¡Papá!" Juanita squeaked. "¿Por qué?"

"¿Por qué no?" Mr. Magnifico teased, planting a final kiss on Juanita's forehead. "I have always kissed your cute little cheeks ever since you were una niña pequeña."

"Well, could you not?" Juanita wiped her cheek. Mr. Magnifico chuckled as she rolled her eyes sarcastically, heading towards the fridge for an apple. Clearly, she was not a morning person.

Juandissimo quietly went to his mother and greeted her with a simple hug. She smiled upon his embrace; she always loved his bear hugs. "Buenos días, mijo." She kissed his cheek and held a teasing gaze towards her eldest son "See, Alewandro?" she let go of Juandissimo as he ventured towards the fridge for a protein shake. "That is how you say hello."

"Eh, yeah, whatever." Alewandro laughed as he kissed his mother on her cheek, heading towards the fridge as well.

Once each of the children retrieved a morning snack for their commute to school, they tugged their backpacks over their shoulders and headed past the kitchen table towards the front door as their parents gave their final goodbyes, wishing them a good day at school.

Big Daddy and Little Mamma conversed amongst themselves on the couch in their spacious living room inside the infamous Fairywinkle mansion. Big Daddy boasted about his booming trash company which he and his two brothers, Piero and Carmine, took over once Nana Cadabra's health deteriorated to where she could no longer keep the business afloat. Their top competitors paled in comparison as far as efficient fairy trash removal and customer satisfaction, and their success could be proven in their enormous profit.

"That's all wonderful news, my dear!" Little Mamma cheered as she kissed the scruff of her husband's cheek. "Who knows, maybe we can take that vacation you've always wanted!"

Little Mamma could best be described as a pink fairy version of Morticia Addams; her fair ivory skin complimented her swirly fuchsia curls which rested behind her ears in a middle part, flowing elegantly down her back to her silicone buttocks. Her slim yet curved figure molded her mermaid snow white dress with bell sleeves and a plunging neckline, an asset Big Daddy greatly appreciated. She also loved jewelry, wearing diamond stud earrings and matching pearl necklace/bracelet set around the house as if the entire mansion was her runway. She grinned as he rose from his seat to float towards the hallway.

"Aye, girls!" Big Daddy called out. "Hurrys it up, will ya?!"

Blonda observed her outfit in her full-length mirror, satisfied with her choice of turquoise bralette and frostine mini pencil skirt paired with matching turquoise pumps. Her ears were accessorized with the same diamond pearls as her mother, and a matching pearl choker around her neck. She reached to fix the bounce of her high ponytail and the swirl of her light blonde hair which emulated her sister's. She gave her mirror a quick pucker and a smile before snatching her backpack to leave into the hallway.

"There's my lil' buttercup." Big Daddy spoke in a much softer tone as his daughter floated into his arms.

"And how is my beautiful flower?" Little Mamma floated towards her daughter to join in the embrace.

"Amazing as always." Blonda boasted, breaking from her parents' arms. "You're still coming to the game this Friday, right?"

"Oh but of course!" Little Mamma replied. "We've never missed a game yet!"

In that moment, Wanda shut the door to her bedroom, catching the attention of her family. She floated with her arms crossed, receiving a simple "Hello Wanda" from her mother as she passed.

Wanda was the eldest of the twin, born a full minute before Blonda entered the world. They were physically identical in every aspect, even down to the birthmark; however, the Fairywinkle twins were best compared to Night and Day. Wanda loved books while Blonda loved magazines. Wanda was a little more reserved while Blonda was a social butterfly. Wanda was more darkly inclined while Blonda was colorfully preppy. For identical twins, they lived drastically contrasting lives. This ultimately led to their parents' favoritism in Blonda; she was always more outspoken as a child with her vivacious personality, always putting on some kind of show at family reunions. Wanda was often the forgotten one, blending in with the walls as a shadow. Blonda shared a lot of the same mentality as her parents; staying up to date with the latest fashion trends and using manipulation in getting what she wanted. Wanda couldn't be bothered with "staying chic" or manipulating others for your own benefit, something her parents never understood.

It didn't help that Wanda chose a dream her parents completely disapproved of. Why would anyone want to follow some ungrateful child like a lap dog waiting on their every beck and call to grant a Christmas list of demands with no real self-gratification? No matter how many times Wanda explained the fulfillment of uplifting others and being the cause of happiness for children who would otherwise drown in their misery, her words fell on deaf ears. Fairywinkles were entrepreneurs, not personal slaves; they upheld themselves to a higher honor, they knew their worth. They paved their own path; they made their own way. They worked for their own personal profit, their own personal gain. Fairywinkles don't tarnish their self-worth for some juvenile earthling just for all of their efforts to be wiped from said child's memory once they grew out of fairies. No way. Blonda's chances of making it big in Fairywood were slim as competition of talent and potential grew stiff year after year, but at least she would build her own foundation as a self-made success. That is more of an honor to the Fairywinkle lineage than to be some "god parent."

"I just don't get it, Wanda." Big Daddy gestured, raising an eyebrow "Why you gotta dress like one of those Anti-Fairies?"

"It's cuz she secretly wants to be one." Blonda teased, placing a hand on her hip as she met the angry glare of her sister.

"Hmph, she'll never find a husband that way." Little Mamma interposed, folding her arms.

"She just dresses like that to push other guys away because she already has eyes for-"

"Blonda, shut up." Wanda warned through her teeth, glaring towards her.

"Hey!" Big Daddy intervened. "That's no way to talk to your sister."

Wanda rolled her eyes as Blonda stuck out her tongue in a mocking manner. Blonda was well aware of Wanda's relationship with Cosmo. In fact, she was the one who outed them to the entire school within their first three weeks of dating. Luckily for Wanda, Blonda was too arrogant to care about exposing her relationship to their parents as soon as she found out. If it wasn't about Blonda, she couldn't be bothered to care.

"You girls should get going." Little Mamma pointed out, gazing towards the grandfather clock. "We'll see you after school."

"Tata, mother! Tata, father!" Blonda blissfully floated to the front door and ventured out into the world as Wanda solemnly followed suit.

Cosmo fought with the sleeves of his hoodie as he thrashed to get it over his head. Once he found the opening, he pushed his arms through the sleeves and attempted to tame the mop of his hair. Sure, he could have poofed his hoodie over his t-shirt to spare him the struggle, but 'thinking smarter' wasn't his forte.

Once dressed, he floated from his dresser mirror to his bed and reached beneath his pillow inside the pillowcase. He pulled out a recent picture of him and Wanda, captured in mid-laughter with each of their arms wrapped around each other in a side hug. For some reason, he always loved that picture. With a grin stretched from ear to ear, he squeezed the picture to his chest as his stomach tickled with butterflies, a reminder of his beacon of happiness each time he laid eyes upon the photograph. After a final squeeze, he gently set the picture back in its hiding place in his pillowcase beneath his pillow, grabbed his backpack sitting on his bed, and made his way out the room towards the staircase.

Mama Cosma stood over the sink, washing last night's dishes, as Cosmo floated from the staircase which led into the living room next to the peninsula kitchen. As she dried a plate with her cloth, Cosmo came from behind and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "Morning mama."

"Good morning my little Cosmo lo-lo." Mama Cosma replied delightfully, setting the dried plate on her dish rack. "Are you ready for school?"

"Almost." Cosmo opened the fridge for a grape soda. "Oh, almost forgot!" he used his wand to pop the cap from his soda. "I'm gonna be home a little late. I gotta meet my tutor today."

"You were just with your tutor last night, and the night after that!" Mama Cosma turned towards him with an arched eyebrow.

Crap. Cosmo swallowed the lump in his throat.

Mama Cosma stared at him with an interrogative gaze. "You've had this supposed 'tutor' for two years now! How come I have yet to meet them?!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh." Crap, she can't know I was with Wanda! "….beeeeeeeecause they don't like to be around other people they don't know."

Cosmo smiled nervously as his mother continued to glower, almost as if she didn't believe a word he just said. "Trust me, mama," he raised his hands as if held at gun point "I'm not lying!"

Her eyebrows creased menacingly as she uttered the words "You better not be."

Awkwardly, Cosmo chugged his soda in its entirety before discarding the bottle in the trashcan conveniently next to him. "Whelp gotta go byyyyyyyyye!" He kissed her on the cheek once more before running into the living room. He retrieved his skateboard leaned against the wall next to the front door and left before she became too suspicious.

As the wheels of his skateboard traveled atop the sidewalk pavement, Cosmo let his mind wonder. He loved his mother with all of his heart, but his relationship with her wasn't the best.

She undermined him if he did anything she didn't like. She called him rude and guilt him for questioning her. She always needed to know his whereabouts; where he was, where he was going, and how long he would be there. He had to do everything she asked of him, no matter the task or how ludicrous it was, because if he told her 'no', she'd be quick to remind him of everything she's ever done for him and shame him into submission. If he ever wanted to go to the park or play outside with other kids, she'd give every excuse why he couldn't, when in reality, she just didn't feel like having to watch after him. His friend count was almost non-existent; not only was he a flying bully magnet, most kids didn't like his mother because his mother didn't like most kids. She'd call him stupid and blamed him for why kids called him names and beat him up almost every day, so much so that Cosmo began to doubt his worth as a fairy.

If he challenged or disobeyed his mother in anyway, she would punish him with her fists, and if he cried, she'd dismiss his tears and place him at fault for her actions. She'd say things like "This is why you don't disrespect your mother" or his personal favorite, "You made me do this." Some of his childhood memories were a bit foggy, but he distinctly remembered the screaming matches between his parents. They'd argued almost every night when his father came home from work, and she was the instigator 90% of the time. At times the arguments grew violent; she would be the abuser and his father would be the abused. When he'd ask his father why his mother would hurt him, his father placed blame on himself for flaring her temper. So when he found his father unresponsive in the bathroom nine years ago with an empty pill bottle next to his lifeless body, he feared he had become the next target for his mother's rage.

The sight of Wanda deterred him from his thoughts as he skated towards her and her best friend, Susie. She was an ebony fairy with spunky personality and wore her black hair in a cornrow high bun. Her indigo eyes matched the biker jacket she paired with a black halter top and ripped blue denim jeans. Wanda met Susie the first day of 9th grade, and once she introduced her to Cosmo, the trio were inseparable since.

"Hey Susie!" Cosmo greeted the pair at the intersection of Sigfried St and Roy Rd. They've met at this center point since 9th grade to walk to school together as it was the three-way intersection between their respective houses.

"Hey Cosmo," Susie welcomed as she gave Cosmo a friendly hug. "How are you?"

"Better now that I'm close to my Wanda." He latched on to Wanda and lifted her chin to give a soft kiss to her lips. Wanda slid her hand into his with a satisfied smile.

"Awwwww." Susie beamed at the happy couple. "You guys are so freaking cute!"

"Nah," Wanda glanced towards her boyfriend "Cosmo's the cute one."

"And you're the smart one!" Cosmo kissed her cheek, a faint blush forming on that same cheek.

"C'mon, lovebirds." Susie adjusted the backpack on her shoulder. "Let's get going."

Hand in hand, Cosmo and Wanda trailed next to Susie as they floated towards the direction of their high school. While Susie chatted with Wanda about whatever girls chatted about, Cosmo would occasionally glance towards his girlfriend, and he would smile from the simple fact that each new day of school was one day closure to the day they can talk on the phone for hours without making their parents' suspicious. Closer to the day they can cuddle in bed and relish in the comfort of each other's' company…

Closer to the day they can truly be happy together.

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