HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEE! :D :D :D :D :D :D ASDFGHJKLWAERUOGIDFO!
Well, another year older. I am now officially 13, making me old enough to be on this site. TAKE THAT, TATTLETALES! Muhahaha!
. . . If you can't tell, I'm pretty excited. I had an amazing day at school, as *almost* everyone is nice to you on your birthday, you get free chocolate that you don't have to share with anyone, and you can do whatever you want because there isn't any school tomorrow! At least, if you're me you can. Though, if you're me, you get painful birthday beats (thanks a lot guys XD), homework, and a bunch of squealing girls screaming about how they're so excited for the Justin Bieber concert they're going to. *Sigh* If it was anyone else . . .
Enough of my rambling.
I'm sorry about how long this chapter has taken, I had a bunch of homework, my personal life has gotten crappy, and I'm running out of excuses to put here for my laziness.
Disclaimer: Someone just thought of an amazing gift you could get her for her birthday ;) (Hah, I doubt any of you would buy me an iPhone).
10. Deny (Prompt 001)
Of course she loved him! What a silly question. He was sweet, evil, handsome, smart, and just plain old better than anyone she had ever met! And he liked her. Like, like liked her! At least she thought so. He did call her 'dear' and 'darling'. Those were terms of endeerment, right? And endeerment had something to do with love, right? So he had to love her! It was so obvious, an idiot could see it!
That's what she told herself as she fluttered around her room, doing nothing in particular.
"Anti-Wanda?" His voice floated upstairs, shaking her from her thoughts. "Dear, I hate to rush you with whatever you are doing, but we're going to miss the Breaking if you do not hurry!" He tried to hide it, but a string of worry slipped into his voice.
Anti-Wanda shook her head forcefully. Snap outta it! He loves ya, he just ain't good at sharing his emote- er, emotes. It is emotes, right? "Comin'!" She anti-poofed herself downstairs, coincidently landing just a little too close to her husband.
"Ready?" He asked, easily masking the awkwardness he felt from standing so close to her. She nodded once, and before either of them knew it, Anti-Cosmo had linked arms with her and anti-poofed them to the barrier that separated Anti-Fairy World from Fairy World.
The barrier was scheduled to break promptly at 7am, and when the two arrived, Anti-Cosmo's watch read six fifty-nine. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to his wife. "We're okay."
Despite getting there mere moments ago, Anti-Wanda began to fidget in anticipation. "How much long-" She was cut off by a loud crashing sound, and the barrier in front of them shattered. Shards of glass littered the ground, and the all of the anti-fairies — including her and her husband — let out a collective cheer and rushed forward to unleash their bad luck on the world.
Almost immediately, Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda felt an irresistible tug that could only mean one thing: someone was in desperate need of bad luck. Without caring who it was, they anti-poofed away to go and dole out the punishment.
"Ah, hello again, my imbecilic moron of a counterpart!" A British accent made Wanda crease her brow in confusion. Well, until she turned around and saw Cosmo next to a spilt salt shaker. Then she wasn't confused at all, just a little peeved.
Glancing to the left of her newly-wedded husband, she saw two anti-fairies. Of course. Who were you expecting, Jorgen Von Strangle?
The anti-fairy with the British accent turned to Wanda. "Hello there, I don't believe we've met." He was smirking at her in a manner that made Wanda just want to slap him, though she'd never really been one for violence. "I am Anti-Cosmo. I'd say that I was pleased to meet you, but I was taught not to lie. My apologies." He didn't look very apologetic to Wanda. In fact, he looked pretty smug.
Wanda was just about to say something to put him in his place when what he had just said actually registered in her head. "Anti-Cosmo?" She asked aloud. "Then you must be anti-me!" She turned to the anti-fairy beside him.
Anti-Wanda grinned at her. "D'aw, shucks no. My name's Anti-Wanda, not Anti-Me! Anti-Cozzie, I thought you said your county-part was the imbec- imbec- uh, stupid one!" She said in a southern drawl.
Her husband sighed, and decided to change the subject. "Anyway, can either of you two buffoons hazard a guess as to why we're here? I'll give you a hint-"
"Oooh! Oooh! You're the Muffin Man and you're going to give us free muffins? I only like chocolate chip you know! Not carrot, or raisin, or bran, or-" Cosmo cut his dark doppelgänger off with a large grin, but the anti-fairy returned the favour.
"No, you ignorant boob. We're here because you haven't met your daily quota for bad luck!" He gave the fairies a fanged smile. "My dear, would you like to do the honours?" He asked Anti-Wanda, who accepted with a cheerful whoop.
Suddenly, the pancakes Wanda had been making (by hand, as they always tasted a little bit better that way) lit on fire with a soft 'foop'. Sighing, she turned back to the anti-fairy couple, who were smirking at the fairies.
"Don't you have anything better to do then to bother us?" The pink-haired fairy questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.
Anti-Cosmo frowned slightly. "What ever do you mean, 'anything better to do'? Bad luck is the better thing to do! Why, it's like Christmas morning, except with black cats and saltshakers instead of presents!"
"Not for fairies it isn't."
Her husband's dark double gave her a fanged smirk. "Ah, but you see, dear Wanda, we are not fairies."
Wanda rolled her eyes. "I know that, smart alec, I'm not stupid."
"Are you sure about that? You did marry him, after all," Anti-Cosmo nodded towards his colourful counterpart, who had poofed up some string for himself and was now playing with it.
The fiery pink-haired fairy gave him a sceptical look. "You married her, did you not?" She flicked her eyes toward Anti-Wanda, who was looking quite mischievous as she watched Cosmo and his string. A moment later, she anti-poofed up some scissors and cut the string in half. Cosmo frowned, and Anti-Wanda stuck her tongue out at him. Wanda hoped she was right in her assumption that the southern anti-fairy and Anti-Cosmo were indeed married.
Suddenly, Anti-Cosmo looked uncomfortable. "I . . . Wanda, you really don't know much about us, do you?"
Wanda blinked. "Er, not really I guess." Feeling an odd tension spark, she uncrossed her arms and re-crossed them, this time with her right arm over her left, trying to act casual. "Why?"
"It is," he began, glancing over to make sure their spouses were still watching the piece of string. "Something akin to what you may call an arranged marriage."
"Uh, pardon?"
"What I mean, is that if you had married Juandissimo instead of Cosmo, well, Anti-Wanda would have to marry Anti-Juandissimo also." Anti-Cosmo clarified, mirroring Wanda's stance.
Wanda could only frown slightly at him, sceptical. "You mean to say that if I had, oh, I don't know, married Jorgen," she felt sick at the thought. "Then Anti-Wanda would have to marry the Anti-Jorgen?"
The English anti-fairy was exasperated. Was she really a straight A student? "Yes! Which is part of the reason we loathe you fairies so much; you sort of control our entire lives."
Wanda was silent for a moment, contemplating. She lowered her voice to ask her next question.
"Do you even like her?"
"Would I tell you if I didn't?" Anti-Cosmo smirked on the outside, but inside his stomach churned. Did he like her? Did he . . . love her? He shoved the question away for later . . . or never.
The pink-haired fairy in front of him let her frown fade. "Come on, it's not like I'm evil or anything," she paused. "No offence," she added after a moment of considering the current company.
"Why do you care?" He blurted, feeling defensive. Why shouldn't he? She was asking him a pretty personal question, and they had barely even met!
Wanda smirked knowingly. "Ah, so it's like that, is it?"
Fortunately, he was saved from having to reply by his wife, who appeared by his side and tugged on his jacket sleeve. "Anti-Cozzie, can we go now?" she asked impatiently, wanting to go cause some more bad luck.
"Alright, dear. Just let me take care of one more thing," he waved his dark wand once, and all of Wanda's secret chocolate stash disappeared. Of course, she didn't find out until later that day.
Wanda narrowed her eyes. "Do I want to know what you just did?"
The anti-fairy smirked mischievously, as only he could. "No, but you shall probably find out regardless."
Without another word, he gave his wand a final twirl to poof himself and his wife away from a certain nosy fairy and her annoying husband, forgetting all about awkward questions and unsaid confessions.
Anti-Wanda wasn't that stupid. She knew what her husband — the word made her grin like a madwoman — and counterpart had been talking about. She had seen the near-invisible blush on his cheeks when Wanda had asked whether or not he loved his wife.
She wasn't patient, either. She didn't like waiting. Waiting was boring, with a capital B. Unless it was waiting for Anti-Cosmo to admit he loved her; that was actually sort of entertaining. She would rather he just admit he loved her. Still, his awkwardness was kind of cute. Because how often was Anti-Cosmo, evil genius, flustered? Exactly.
So maybe she could wait a little longer? Yeah, she guessed she could. He would come to his senses eventually, because he was a smart guy. She could wait this one time. Just this once.
She relished every day that passed after that, because it meant she was one day closer to waking up and finding out he had gotten over his denial. One day closer to hearing him say the three little words: "I love you".
(1547 words, if you're wondering.) Yeah, this is basically how I imagine their early relationship. AC is a denial monster, because love is irrational and pointless to him, and AW is completely accepting and just the cute little anti-fairy she normally is. :D Oh, and the way Anti-Wanda spells 'endearment' in the first paragraph is COMPLETELY INTENTIONAL!
You know, I would like to make a request. I'm going to invoke the 'Birthday' card and ask that you lurkers review, because I all I honestly want is some feedback. If it's negative, I can live with that. If it's positive, I can live with that. If it's constructive criticism, I can definitely live with that. ;)
The best birthday present you guys can get me is a review. Even if it's just 'great story, update soon!' I'd appreciate it! (Does anyone think it's ironic that as I look at the clock, it says 10:18? XD
*Hums* Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me . . .