Gonna go ahead and post this chapter on good ol' election day...if you don't live in the US, please pray for us lol...

McSgwizzle: Honestly, I didn't think about what kind of beef it would cause for Wanda to learn about Juandissimo's mother not through him directly, though I've thought about bringing it up somehow if I were to continue with this AU. I'm open to suggestions, cuz right now, I got nothin' lol

Unfolding his suitcase, Cosmo took majority of the last of his belongings and shoved them inside. Mama Cosma somberly leaned against Cosmo's opened bedroom door as she watched her son pack. He had barely spoken to her upon his arrival back at the house, simply floating passed her straight to his room. She didn't know what she was expecting, but he seemed so…distant. She felt torn; she wanted what was best for Cosmo, but she wanted to be the one to provide that for him.

When Cosmo awoke from his coma and upon persistent observation, Dr. Studwell and nurses were shocked by Cosmo's condition afterwards; he was breathing on his own and his organs were functioning quite well. Despite taking a bit for Cosmo to be able to speak from having a tube lodged in his esophagus, doctors and mental health professionals questioned Cosmo on his suicide attempt. Along with weekly therapy sessions, Cosmo was placed on suicide watch for a week, followed by another two weeks of 24-hour observation to ensure Cosmo would not attempt again.

After Cosmo was taken off of suicide watch, doctors asked him if he wanted to continue with the sessions, but Cosmo decided not to. They asked him why, and Cosmo explained he didn't remember having a long history of being sad all the time, but dealing with what he was dealing with on top of living with his mother lead him to such a drastic measure. He told them that he felt okay now and that he didn't want to die anymore. He felt he talked about everything he could possibly talk about but promised to go back into therapy if he ever felt the need.

Though they took his word for it, both the hospital and psychiatric experts decided that after hearing Cosmo and his mother's accounts of what transpired prior to his attempt (which, Mama Cosma decided there wasn't much left to hide,) they concluded it was not in Cosmo's best interest to return home with his mother. Mama Cosma pleaded that she would change her ways; however, in including the history of verbal and physical abuse, medical and mental professionals did not want Cosmo to become triggered into another attempt.

Because Cosmo was eighteen, he was too old to go into the system, so he was advised to stay with someone he trusted since he did not have the means to support himself. Spike asked his father if Cosmo could stay with them since they had a spare guest bedroom, at least until Fairy Academy. Spike's father had agreed to let Cosmo stay with them, but it was ultimately Cosmo's choice, and deep down, Cosmo knew what that choice had to be.

"Please, Cosmo?" Mama Cosma implored as her son zipped his suitcase closed. "…T-things will be different if you stay."

Cosmo kept his back facing her, pausing from her request. "You want me to stay?" Cosmo asked hypothetically, his voice barely audible. "…I was so miserable that I felt like I deserved to die…and you were too busy being disappointed in me to care…"

He grabbed his suitcase, floating over to his backpack and another bag, already packed. "Why would I stay with someone like you?"

Considering everything that happened, Cosmo wasn't able to bring himself to trust that his mother would change. Even with the tears in her eyes for him to reconsider, Cosmo's mind was made up. He knew he needed to put his needs first over the desires of his mother, so, when Cosmo was discharged that Sunday from the hospital, Spike and his father offered Cosmo a ride to his house so he could pack his things.

Mama Cosma tried to hide her tears. His words were so…cold. "Cosmo…" she breathed, Cosmo throwing his backpack straps over both shoulders along with the extra packed bag. He turned around, staring at his mother. He could see she was upset, yet…he didn't care. Without a word, Cosmo floated passed her out of his bedroom and down the stairs.

Mama Cosma followed him and had reached the bottom of the steps as Cosmo used a hand to grab his skateboard and tuck it beneath his arm. "Cosmo, please!" Mama Cosma was beginning to get desperate, stopping Cosmo as his hand touched the doorknob to the front door, Cosmo refusing to turn around. "…I…I love you! And…I know I should take my own advice…that you shouldn't hurt the ones you love!"

Cosmo kept his gaze lowered, reminded of how many times he allowed himself to hurt Wanda…

"Please…" Mama Cosma approached her son, resting a soft hand on his shoulder from behind. "…I want to make it up to you…"

Cosmo delicately pushed his mother's hand away from him, stabbing her heart that much deeper. She stared at him with teary eyes as Cosmo, just above a whisper, twisted the doorknob and simply said "...Goodbye, mama."

Without another word, Cosmo didn't look back as he opened the door and floated to Mr. Twinkle's car as Mr. Twinkle restarted the ignition. Mama Cosma kept the door opened and hovered on the front porch as Cosmo opened the door to the back seat and tossed his stuff over to the other backseat. Cosmo entered the car, and once his door was closed, Mr. Twinkle set the car in reverse, pulling out the driveway into the main street.

Regret in her heart, Mama Cosma let a tear trickle down, unable to contain her dismay, as she the car drive away into the distance, watching her son leave for the last time.

Wanda sat next to Susie on the couch of Susie's grandmother's house, watching some stupid reality TV show. Susie was the one actually watching while Wanda was watching her memories.

Wanda left the Magnificos that Sunday afternoon as her father's voicemail informed her of her mother's funeral that Monday. She learned later on that her uncles convinced her father to inform Wanda about the funeral, there reason being Big Daddy originally didn't want to. In his mind, Wanda couldn't be bothered with anything to do with her own mother, so, to avoid more conflict, Wanda tried to be civil at least for the funeral. As Blonda cried her eyes out and Big Daddy sat as emotionless as a stone, Wanda watched her mother's urn lower into the ground without a tear to shed. Either she skipped the 'depression' stage of her grief, or she cried all of her tears the night she died.

For two weeks after the funeral, her father grew more callous towards her. He constantly yelled at her for everything and everything, calling her ungrateful, calling her spoiled, and even telling her he wished it was her in that urn instead of his wife. Wanda didn't know why her father was so angry towards her, but eventually, enough was enough. Wanda stood up to Big Daddy, expressing how miserable she was living with someone like him. He quickly rebutted with his dislike for her 'whining and complaining.' It was his house, and if she didn't like it, it was too bad for her.

Wanda hit below the belt by saying his wife would hate how much more of a heartless jerk he had become. This, obviously, upset Big Daddy to no end, and he gave her the boot. He kicked his own daughter out of the house; he wasn't going to deal with some disrespectful brat. Without question, Wanda packed whatever she could and left, Big Daddy showing not an ounce of remorse. Wanda was eighteen; as far as Big Daddy was concerned, she was no longer his problem, and as far as Wanda was concerned, he was just as dead to her as her mother.

Upon hearing the news, Susie told Wanda to come to her house so she and Wanda could ask her grandmother, Grandma Cocoa, if Wanda could stay for a while. Her grandmother wasn't in the best of health, so the only sources of income were disability checks attached to her retirement pensions. This did not stop Grandma Cocoa from welcoming Wanda with open arms; as far as she was concerned, Wanda was like a second granddaughter. The only thing she asked is that Wanda pulled her weight in the upkeep of the house, which, Wanda completely understood. So, Wanda was given the guest bedroom; not as spacious as her old bedroom, but it was better than nothing.

"I was thinking about cooking one of the pizzas in the fridge for dinner." Susie announced, flipping to another channel to avoid the reality show commercials. "Sound good?"

"Sure…"

Susie turned to her friend, noticing how distracted she seemed, and set the remote down on the arm rest as she asked "You okay?"

Wanda sighed, acknowledging it had been a week since she was kicked out of Big Daddy's house. "…I just feel…numb."

"You've been through a lot." Susie warmly reminded, scooting closer to her friend. "It's okay not to be okay."

"I know, it's just…." Wanda lowered her gaze as her smile faded. "…my mother's dead, my dad hates me, my sister could care less, and my uncles have their own families to deal with..." She wrapped her arms around herself, her pain clear in her expression. "…it feels as if I have no family left…"

"So?"

Wanda raised her brow, caught off guard by Susie's indifference. "…What do you mean, so?"

"Ever since we met in 9th grade, you've become the sister I never got to have." Susie explained, placing a caring hand on Wanda's shoulder. "…as far as I'm concerned, you have family in me, so if your own family doesn't wanna accept you, then screw 'em."

Wanda peered into Susie's indigo eyes, soaking in her kind words.

"You don't need them." Susie continued, her tone serious yet friendly. "Blood maybe thicker than water, but blood doesn't mean family."

A small smile curled in Wanda's lips. "…thank you, Susie…"

"You know I got 'chu, gurl!" Susie giggled, playfully shoving Wanda's shoulder. "Besides…" Susie rested her hand on Wanda's. "Like I always say; just give it time."

Blonda floated into the living room to see her father fast asleep on the couch. Sighing in annoyance, she hovered passed him and flew towards the door, refusing to look back as she left.

Since the burial of her mother, Blonda started to see 'changes' in her father. When he wasn't yelling at Wanda, he was at his business working himself to the ground, sometimes not coming home until nine or ten that night. With him working and stressing himself out so much, it was as if he took all of that stress and all of that frustration out on Wanda, sometimes for no reason at all. Because of this, Blonda found every and any excuse to come home later than usual, and that excuse became her fling with Treveston.

For the last two or three weeks, Blonda spent most of her time at his house. Their interactions mostly consisted of getting drunk, kissing, and, well, more than kissing. Overtime, Blonda developed feelings for Treveston, yet Treveston never wanted to go anywhere outside his house; not to the mall, not to the movies, not even to the Diner. His excuse was "When we spend time together, I just wanna be able to focus on you, and only you" and Blonda took his words as truth.

Blonda also dropped out of the play "The Typhoon." Mrs. Ravenclaw tried convincing Blonda to reconsider; however, Blonda explained she didn't have it in her to act, something the Gemstone Triplets also took note of. She hadn't been to another talent agent interview, she stopped going to her acting classes, and she dropped out of a play with no reason other than 'she didn't have it in her.' This waved a red flag in their minds; something was seriously going on with Blonda for her to 'give up' acting.

The triplets noted how much less Blonda talked to them, and how much more she talked to Treveston. They questioned Blonda one day on whether she should be spending so much time with a guy that clearly has no other intentions other than what her body can do for him. However, no matter their case, Blonda dismissed their concerns and decided to go to Treveston's house to define their relationship once and for all.

Floating to the front door of Treveston's house, she rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer. Treveston told her that his parents were off on yet another business trip, so they wouldn't be home that day. With the 'chink' of the bolt lock, Treveston opened the door, greeting Blonda with a smile. Blonda returned her own smile as he let her enter the home. Once Treveston shut the door, Blonda, shooting her shot, wasted no time rushing to Treveston to plant the biggest kiss on his lips.

This time, it was Treveston taken by surprise from Blonda's display of affection, and he gently forced her lips off of his, holding her by the waist. "Uh…what are you doing?"

"What do you mean 'what am I doing?!'" Blonda countered, bringing her hands to massage his silver locks. "…didn't you like that?"

"I did, but…" Treveston held her by her wrists to pull her hands away from his hair. "…usually we get a little drunk before we tongue wrestle."

"That kiss was different!" Blonda explained, searching his silver orbs for some kind of understanding. "…Don't…don't you feel anything between us?"

Treveston stared at her quizzically. "What chu talkin' 'bout?"

Blonda waited for Treveston to release her wrists, confused by his question. "…well we've been pretty exclusive the past few weeks…I feel like there's something here!" Blonda was caught off guard by Treveston's laughing response. "…what's so funny?"

"You're not serious, are you?" Treveston ridiculed with an aloof shrug. "I don't want and wasn't really aimin' for a relationship."

Blonda's heart dropped, stunned by his words. "…then…then why have we been having sex all this time?!"

Treveston snickered, scratching his nose with his finger. "You of all people should know."

Blonda gawked at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

Treveston scrunched his shoulders, chuckling as he stated "From the first time I saw you, I knew you'd be great in bed. So, when you finally caved, I took it as a chance to get my cock wet. Simple as that."

"Are you kidding me?!" Blonda shoved Treveston away, enraged by his aloof response. "I thought…I thought you liked me!"

"You're a senior!" Treveston debated. "You're gonna be off to the Fairy Academy next year, and I'm gonna be surrounded with a bunch of hot girls my age! Why would I wanna be tied down to some chic that'll barely have time for me in her 'new and exciting' life at college!? Does that make any sense to you?! Cuz it doesn't to me!"

Blonda couldn't believe what she was hearing come out of his mouth. At what point did she miss the part where Treveston was really just another dumb prick who wanted nothing more than her body?! How could he…no…how dare he switch up on her like this! She felt her eyes swell with tears which she immediately blinked away. That prick didn't deserve not one drop of her tears!

Shaking her head in betrayal, Blonda spat "You know what? I thought I could trust you, but you're just another dumb, horny bastard! So, screw you!"

Treveston shrugged with a snort "You already did, baby."

Completely done with his bull, Blonda stormed the other way towards the front door and made sure to slam it shut on her way out, leaving Treveston to laugh to himself, thinking he'll just have to enjoy his parents' new bottle of Ciroc alone.

Mid-afternoon sun showered the metropolitan world with warm gleams of Spring as Blonda sat on one of the highest stadium bleachers, hugging herself as she counted the number of hash marks along both sides of the football field.

That Monday felt like the Monday of all Mondays; after their little quarrel the day before, Treveston took it upon himself to spread the rumor that Blonda was horrible in bed. Luther took advantage of Blonda being thrown under the bus by actually siding with the enemy, adding fuel to the fire stating Blonda's coo was so bad he'd have to go finish himself off afterwards, and that he only stayed with her for so long because she was great eye candy. The student body ate that gossip for breakfast, lunch, and dinner…and Blonda, faced with degrading stares from boys and demeaning gossip and name-calling from girls, felt her world crumble beneath her.

The Gemstone Triplets, of course, came to Blonda's defense, giving both Luther and Treveston a piece of their minds. They tried to put an end to the rumors with their own accounts of the truth; some changed their minds while others held their obscene opinions of their best friend. For the first time, Blonda had no fight in her; she didn't correct anyone if they insulted her, she didn't try to dispel the rumors herself, she just floated through the halls and attended class in silence. She barely had the will to lunch, deciding to avoid the cafeteria all together.

The triplets tried talking to Blonda, persuading her that things would get better, but Blonda had shut down. She barely spoke to anyone the entire day, and when the school day ended, Blonda went to a place she knew no one would be. She went to the stadium to be alone, and she didn't want anyone to find her.

Blonda allowed her mind to wonder after growing bored of counting hash marks, so she decided to get lost in her own world of better times. She could recall the time in her childhood when her mother was helping her get ready for one of her first pageants. Blonda was so nervous, and her mother was so supportive.

"Are you almost done?" A 4th grade Blonda asked impatiently, aggravated with all the hairpins being crammed into her scalp.

"Just one more, buttercup." Little Mamma encouraged, clipping one more pin so her daughter's bun extension would be secure on her head. "Gotta make sure this bun stays."

Blonda grunted as the last pin jammed her scalp, and her mother bent down behind her daughter to rub her shoulders. "See?" Little Mamma smiled assumingly, gazing upon her daughter's reflection in the vanity. "All done."

Because one parent was allowed per contestant in the dressing rooms, Big Daddy waited with Wanda in the audience while Little Mamma helped Blonda with her dress, her makeup, and her hair. It took three hours to get ready, and Blonda wasn't the happiest camper from having to wake up so early.

"I don't like it!" Blonda complained, huffing as she folded her arms. "I want it out!"

"But sweetheart, this gives your look some extra 'va-voom'." Little Mamma coaxed, reaching for Blonda's diamond earrings to clip on her ears. "You wanna look pretty for the judges, don't you?"

"'I'm ugly anyway!" Blonda grumbled. "This stupid bun isn't gonna change that!"

Blonda half expected her mother to become agitated by her behavior, yet her mother, in the calmest voice, instructed her daughter to look at her, and when Blonda turned in her chair to face her, her mother crouched down to her level, sincerely asking "You've been begging me to do this pageant for months, and now that we're here, you're not yourself. What's gotten into you?"

Blonda pouted, stalling in her reply. "…w-what if I forget what I'm supposed to do? What if I don't know how to answer the questions? What if the other girls are way better than me? What if the judges don't like me?!"

"Blonda, listen to me." Little Mamma cupped her daughter's cheek in her palm. "Don't worry about the competition, and don't think about every little detail. Just go out on that stage and be the confident, vibrant, beautiful girl I know."

Blonda could see the reassurance in her mother's pink eyes, yet she had trouble reassuring herself. "But…what if I don't make you proud?"

"You had the guts to compete against girls with months or even years of experience over you." Little Mamma reminded with a smile. "You already make me proud, honey!"

Blonda soon returned her own small smile, taking in her mother's words. "You're proud of me?"

"Always." Little Mamma stood up, motioning for Blonda to do the same. With earrings in hand, Little Mamma attached them to Blonda's earlobes as she replied "I'll never not be proud of you."

When Little Mamma was done with the finishing touches, she stood back to get a full view of her daughter's pageant outfit with a satisfied grin. "There; you're all finished."

Blonda turned to the vanity once more, observing her reflection. With a smile, she turned back to the direction of her mother and flew over to wrap her tiny arms around her mother's hips. Her soul was filled with love as her arms' embraced, soaking in every bit of her mother's aura.

"I love you, mamma!" Blonda exclaimed, turning her head to look up towards her mother.

Little Mamma looked down towards her daughter, returning with a giggle "I love you too, sunflower."

"¿Qué pasa, chica?"

Blonda's reminiscence was cut short as she turned to the direction of the familiar voice. She saw Juandissimo drift up the steps on her side of the isle, wondering how he even knew she was out here. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." Juandissimo hovered over to the seat beside her on the bleachers. "You have been awfully quiet today."

Blonda looked at him questioningly. "Don't you have a girlfriend to love up on?"

"We are not Velcro, you know." Juandissimo teased, setting his backpack next to Blonda's as he took his seat.

Blonda shrugged, lowering her gaze to her turquoise pumps. "Thought I'd ask…"

Juandissimo could see the somber in Blonda's expression. "¿Qué pasa mal?"

Blonda sighed. "A lot…"

"…Care to elaborate?"

She turned to him with an arched brow. "…You've heard the rumors, haven't you?"

"Who has not?" Juandissimo shoved his hands in his pockets. "Though, I know there is more to it than just the rumors."

Blonda cast her eyes downward, her heart weighted from accumulated baggage. "…Everything's just…gone to hell."

"…How?" Juandissimo coerced, trying to persuade Blonda to express her true feelings.

Blonda shook her head, feeling everything come back to her at once. "Luther and I fell apart…then my mom…." She closed her eyes from the reminder of her late mother. "I had to quit the play cuz I just couldn't do it…and then…Treveston…" She used a palm to wipe away the threatening tear. "…I…thought…he felt the same as I did but...that blew up in my face…"

She turned to Juandissimo who was listening attentively, sorrow in her eyes. "…when…you lost your mom…did it hurt like this?"

"Si." Juandissimo exhaled, lowering his gaze. "More than you know."

Blonda's eyes brimmed with the same emotions that made her voice quiver. "…does it ever get better?"

Taking his hands out of his pockets, Juandissimo propped himself with folded arms on his lap. "…in my personal opinion? No…" He turned to Blonda's watery eyes. "Pero…eventually, you learn to try and live with it…"

Blonda nodded, yet she curled into herself, closing her eyes from the burn of fresh streaming tears. Her chest heaved with sobs and she brought her hands to her face in attempts to hide the shame of falling apart.

Juandissimo scooted closer to Blonda and wrapped a sympathetic arm around her shoulder. He pulled her in to where her temple rested on his shoulder, circling his other arm around her, and he nestled his chin atop her head as she cried.

Spike emptied his backpack of books and binders he didn't need into his locker as Cosmo hovered beside him, leaned against the locker next to Spike. "Dad's gonna be home late. Again." Spike began, closing his locker. "So, it'll just be me and you. Wanna order pizza?"

"We had pizza yesterday." Cosmo complained. "And I want wings."

"Alright, fine." Spike surrendered with a grin, zipping his backpack. "Wings it is, then."

Cosmo smiled faintly before seeing a familiar figure in his peripheral. He turned to see Wanda flying to her locker, watching her twist the combination to her lock.

Spike threw his backpack over his shoulder, noticing where Cosmo was looking. "…you okay?"

"Do you think…" Cosmo paused, staring at Wanda as she emptied her backpack of dead weight. "…I should talk to her?"

Spike made a quick glance to Wanda before glancing back at his friend. "…do you want to talk to her?"

Cosmo didn't answer right away, though after a moment, he nodded in assurance.

Under normal circumstances, Spike would have voted against the idea; however, thanks to Cosmo's therapy, Spike could tell Cosmo was in a much better headspace. "…do you need me to come with you?"

"No." Cosmo turned to his friend, meeting his eyes as a means of showing he was serious. "I can do it alone."

"…okay." Spike patted Cosmo on the shoulder. "Save you some wings, then?"

Shaking his head 'yes,' Cosmo waited for Spike to turn the corner of the corridors towards the exit, and with a deep breath, he flew over to Wanda just as she was about to leave.

Staring at Cosmo as he approached, Wanda latched on to the straps of her backpack over her shoulders, unsure of what to say other than "…hey."

"Hi." Cosmo greeted with a shy smile.

Cosmo and Wanda had seen each other around in the halls that day, yet they hadn't spoken to one another. Wanda didn't know if Cosmo would want to speak to her, and Cosmo wasn't sure if Wanda hated him too much to even be in his presence. The last they spoke wasn't on great terms, and with the events that happened after, things just seemed…awkward, to say the least.

"…how…are you?" Wanda asked timidly, breaking the silence between them.

"…can…we talk?" Cosmo questioned, hoping to go somewhere more private. "For real, this time?"

Wanda averted his eyes, hesitating to answer. "…about?"

"Us." Cosmo simply replied.

She assumed he was talking about everything that happened between them, possibly since before the breakup. Sheesh, was she really ready to have that conversation? "…the cliff?"

He assumed she wanted to accept his request. "…yeah. If you want?"

Wanda turned to face him, exhaling her nerves. "Sure."

Cosmo, once again, waited for Wanda to pull out her wand, and with a single flick, the pair disappeared in a cloud of pink and green smoke.

When they reappeared at the once frequented green of grass, Cosmo hovered over to the brink. He set his backpack on one side of him as he took his seat so his legs could dangle over the edge.

Wanda arched her brow, pondering if he should be so close to the edge. "…Cosmo is…that a good idea?"

Cosmo turned to look over his shoulder at the swirly pink hair fairy, replying humbly "I don't wanna die anymore, Wanda."

"…Thought I'd ask." Wanda shrugged as she too floated over to the edge of the cliff.

As she took her seat next to Cosmo, she noticed the dull in his eyes as they peered over the city below. She asked herself if Cosmo was as okay as he tried to make it seem. Not wanting to have the first word, Wanda mindless swung her legs back and forth over the brink, anticipating what Cosmo wanted to talk about.

"I saw my papa."

Wanda turned to Cosmo, unsure if she'd heard him correctly. Cosmo noticed this and began to clarify "I mean…I saw him…when I was asleep, or, well, not really asleep…or something, I dunno. Anyways…." Cosmo cleared his throat, getting back on track. "I saw my papa, and…I thought…I had actually…y'know."

Wanda lowered her gaze, remember the scene of Cosmo hooked to a ventilator.

"…I almost did…from what I was told…but…when I saw him…he told me he was just a 'figment' of him…which…he told me he was just in my imagination…but he seemed…real."

She remained silent, allowing him to speak.

"…he talked to me about a lot of things…about mama, about life, and how, if he were given a second chance, he wouldn't have done what he did. He would have found another way, even though he thought there was no other way, because I was worth living for. And…he told me…that it wasn't my time…because I still had so much life ahead of me…and…I still had something to live for."

"…what was that 'something to live for?'" Wanda questioned curiously.

Cosmo turned to Wanda, his tone soft. "…you."

Wanda met his eyes, not expecting his answer. "…Cosmo-"

"I'm sorry for what I said to you that day…I had no right." Cosmo continued, genuine remorse in his voice. "I'm sorry for allowing my mama to make me give up the one thing that made me happy…and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused…"

Wanda didn't know what to say. "Cosmo, you don't have to-"

"No, I do." Cosmo corrected. "No amount of 'I'm sorrys' will ever make up for what I did to you…but…" Cosmo hesitated briefly. "…I'm not living with mama anymore. I moved in with Spike, because I didn't want to do what I did again."

Wanda paused before questioning "…you're not…living with your mom?"

"Mmhmm." Cosmo nodded. "So…if you want…I…I wanna have you in my life again."

"But…" Wanda opposed, shaking her head. "…Juandissimo and I-"

"I know." Cosmo sighed, turned towards his arms sitting on his lap, twiddling his fingers. "...B-but I'd rather rebuild a friendship than not have you in my life at all."

Wanda thought for a moment, considering his offer. Sure, she missed having Cosmo in her life, but with their history, trudging those waters seemed risky. "…I-I moved out too."

Cosmo turned to her, blinking back his surprise.

"…I moved in with Susie." Wanda further explained. "…my dad started hating me after my mom died and…when you…"

"Your mom died?" Cosmo repeated, taken aback by the news. "Wow I…I'm so sorry…"

"It's not your fault." Wanda assured. "I just…the thought of losing you too just…I dunno it…it really messed with me..." She lowered her eyes. "I-I still really care about you and I…I want you back in my life too."

Cosmo cursed himself for hurting Wanda, yet again, indirectly, but at the same time, he was glad she at least felt the same way he did. He too still cared for her, which is why it hurt so much when she started dating Juandissimo. He took this as a sign that, though they may not be able to go back to how things used to be, at least they could take steps in the right direction.

After a few minutes of silence, both lost in their racing thoughts, Cosmo turned to Wanda, watching the wheels turning in her head. "…Do you have anywhere else to be?"

Wanda turned to Cosmo, watching the uncertainty fill his mind. "…No. Do you?"

"Not really." Cosmo replied, assuming the wings would take time be delivered anyhow. "…can…can we just sit a while? With each other?"

Wanda stared at Cosmo, thinking for a moment. Just sitting together was innocent enough, right? "…s-sure. Why not?"

Smiling in gratitude, Cosmo and Wanda turned in the direction to the view of the city, and they said not another word as they savored the presence of the other.

AN: The conversation with Cosmo and Wanda is obviously well overdue. I actually thought about writing out Cosmo talking with his father in his coma, but 1) I wasn't sure where I would put it, and 2) If I was going to summarize Cosmo's conversation with his father when he talked to Wanda, I didn't see a point in writing it. I dunno. Y'all can say what you think about it if any thoughts.

Also, Treveston's such a F**k boy. That is all.