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Story Eight: What if Byron Saw Emma as a Mermaid in "Moon Spell"?

(Suggestion by Marril98)

-Emma POV-

"Stay here," ordered a bossy Rikki, hovering above me like my mother telling me I was confined to my room.

"And don't cause any trouble," Cleo added, sending a glance Rikki's way.

Cause what trouble? I hadn't caused any trouble. Oh, no. I had just told people what I thought about them. Wasn't that called the truth? I was supposed to tell the truth. Not lie, like some people.

I shrugged, and playfully splashed the two girls. They backed up quickly, not getting wet. I frowned. What was wrong with getting wet?

I swished my hands back and forth in the hot tub I was in. There was a limited range of space, so I was pretty much stuck with staying in place. Why did we have this hot tub anyway? It was a mockery. It dare try to replace the vast oceans with its hot, bubbly waters? What a disgrace! Soon I shall tell the hot tub what I thought of it. Oh yes, that would be great!

Cleo and Rikki went back inside my house—probably to tell all my guests that I hadn't meant what I'd said. That thought made me laugh out loud. I had certainly meant it, it was the truth!

I heard a shuffling coming from the back door, and I thought it was Cleo or Rikki coming back to get me. "Sardines," I wailed, suddenly immersed in the thought of their delicious flavor. "Cleo, Rikki, give me sardines!"

"You like sardines?" came a stunned voice. That's when Byron appeared. He was wearing a suit and tie, probably here for what everyone else was here for—my dad's party. What a joke. Who would want a party cramped inside with all those lie-telling losers? I know I'd want my party to be outdoors, swimming with the fish.

"Byron, make me a promise," I said, seducing him to come forward. He kneeled down in front of the hot tub. I realized no shock came to his face—he didn't see my tail. It was camouflaged with the rest of the dark night. I smiled at how great this was.

"And what's that promise?" he asked, putting his face closer to mine.

"I want a birthday party in the ocean," I said, putting on my best pouty-face. I knew Byron was easy at giving into your demands, so this would be a piece of cake.

But, instead a confused, "What?" escaped his lips, and he shook his head. "Emma, what are you talking about?"

"Just promise me," I insisted, like just doing that simple task would be enough for me. Mesmerized, he nodded his frozen head.

"Thank you," I said in my best sexy voice. "Now you get a thank you present." At the same time, we both leaned in and got rid of the hardly there distance between our faces, and connected out lips. I could feel that Byron liked it. Why did kisses make boys so vulnerable to girls? All someone had to do was have a make out session with someone and—boom! —instantly they could have anything. It confused me, really, but I continued the kiss anyway.

We broke apart, too soon for him, apparently. To break the silence, he said, "So, whom exactly would you invite to the party?"

What a dumb question. "I couldn't trust anyone to invite. Everyone is just a lying person. I'd just go by myself."

He muttered to himself, "One heck of a party."

"I could entertain myself, too," I insisted, wanting him to see my point of view. "I could be my magician."

"You know some card tricks?" Byron asked, raising an eyebrow as if he'd never in his life heard such buffoonery.

"Something like that," I said ominously. I turned away from him, and said, "I need to show you something."

With the hand I wasn't using to cling onto the pool's edge, I held out my hand in stop sign position, instantly freezing about half of the hot tub, and chilling the side I was on that wasn't frozen in a block of ice.

I smiled, used to the coldness, because I was used to the ocean. What mermaid wasn't? I turned back to Byron, who had an awestruck look on his face. He pointed to the ice with a shaky hand and fear ridden eyes, and said, "Is that some kind of magic trick?"

"Magic? Yes. Trick? No," I explained, and carefully took his arm, not wanting to startle him. "I need to show you something."

I hoisted myself up a bit so that my tail floated out of the dark water and onto the surface. Stunned, Byron took a step back.

"M-Mermaid?" he stumbled. He took another forced step back.

"Don't leave," I pleaded. After a moment, Byron started walking forward.

"Yes, that's it," I said in a hauntingly beautiful voice. "Come here. Don't make me sing to you," I teased, making fun of those ancient siren stories.

Soon, Byron was back in his kneeling position by the hot tub. "I just didn't want to lie anymore," I whispered in an innocent voice. "Help me not lie anymore, Byron." We edged closer, and soon were caught in our second kiss of the night.

We kissed for longer than normal. Maybe it was Byron's way of saying, "Hey! You want me to keep your secret? Kiss me longer!" It was irritating.

Also, throughout the kiss angry thoughts that just popped into my head were now whirring around. I had shown Byron my secret, something I had worked so hard on to keep hidden, and he wanted to leave with it without saying a simple thank you! He might have leaked it to somebody else, too. I bet he would've. Suddenly, Byron wasn't looking like such a great guy in my eyes anymore.

I should drown him. Yes, I should. He might tell my secret if I don't. So that's what I'd do. I'd drown him and my secret, too.

I brought him closer to the surface of the water, making him lean farther and farther while I just sunk lower and lower into the water. I knew Byron wanted me—he would've broken the kiss already if he hadn't. But no, he didn't realize he was going to die soon. He didn't realize I'd pull him into the water and hold him down there for a long, long time.

I finally got him to about the surface, where just about the only things sticking up out of the water where my eyes and nose and mouth. I was going to give him one last tug so he'd go toppling under, but he decided to open his eyes and break the kiss just before the good stuff started happening.

"What are you doing?" Byron said, realizing how close he was to the water. I decided to act before he had time to pull away in despair.

I grabbed his tie, which was already dangling half in the water, and was about to give it a huge yank when three voices cried, "Emma!"

I let go of his tie, and he stumbled back. I saw that the three voices belonged to Byron, Rikki and Cleo.

"What were you doing, Emma?" Cleo asked, then immediately settled her eyes on my tail and the half frozen hot tub. "Oh, no..."

Rikki jumped at the chance. "Byron, it's not what it looks like..."

"Cool it, I know everything," Byron said. I rolled my eyes. Obviously he didn't know everything, only that I was a mermaid in the hot tub.

"I just didn't want to lie anymore," I said. Then I splashed the girls, but I did it so quickly and sneakily that they didn't see it coming. "You guys shouldn't, either."

The girls looked at each other, like deciding mentally what to do, but the jig was already up, so they just transformed right in front of Byron's eyes.

"There are more of you?" he said, shocked and astounded. He ran his hands worriedly through his hair. "What do I do?"

"I'll tell you what you're going to do," Rikki said, always one to tell people off. "You're going to keep our secret, because Emma is moonstruck and you obviously weren't supposed to find out about all this."

"Moonstruck?" Byron said, confused, and for the first time I shared the same emotion as him. Moonstruck? What was that word? Being moonstruck must be good, and the girls are jealous because I'm moonstruck and they're not. I mean, being moonstruck had to be a good thing. It had the word moon in it, right? And what was bad about the moon? The moon was pure good.

"Moonstruck," I said dreamily. "At my party, I want to be moonstruck."

"What is she babbling about?" Cleo asked Byron, but instead I answered.

"He promised me a party," I said, pointing to him.

"She wanted to swim in the ocean, which makes sense to me now," Byron explained.

At that moment, it seemed like what I just said was gone, taken away with the breeze, as if it never happened. I forgot everything, even things from a few seconds ago. Whoosh, there they went, out of my head.

I shook my head, trying to get back my memories. "What just happened?" I asked.

My stomach dropped as I realized the scene: Cleo and Rikki were lying on the ground as mermaids, I was in the hot tub with a tail, and half of it was thawing ice, and Byron was there, soaking up the whole scene.

Half-heartedly, I said, "What did I miss?"

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! I know I enjoyed Emma's randomness! BTW, I don't need any more ideas for a while XD. Also, I am on the verge of updating I Thought She Was Dead real soon. Review, please, I appreciate them!