The thirteen-year-old Prince Flame of Sparx sat in his room with his best friend, the similarly aged Lyrica-Celena, or, as only Flame, Droida, and Axel called her, Celena.
"Your mom is going to kill you when she finds out you've been taking topography lessons." Celena said, brushing her long, dark blue hair out of her eyes.
"She won't find out. She barely knows Flame exists." pointed out the innocently tactless Axel. He and his twin were fifteen, and over the years, his short hair had darkened from the pink of his mother to a more dark mauve color, which he was very proud of.
"Axel, you're such a douche." Droida said. To her dismay she had grown up to be the most beautiful girl in the Winx Club Next Gen, (the media's name for them all) with thick, wavy ginger hair, dark, thick lashes, full lips, and freckle-less porcelain skin. This annoyed her to no end, so she accessoried with unflattering wire-rimmed glasses and knock off purses she bought from Earth vendors. Or course, the last part was actually to annoy Ember, Flame's younger sister and Bloom's favorite child, whose diapers had the Gucci logo.
"I'm not a douche. I'm a geek." he replied amicably. "Now where's the remote?"
"No idea." said Celena. "Anyway, I'm happy to be your beard, Flame. At least I can return the favor." Flame and Celena had been 'dating' since they were ten, when Celena had begun taking dance lessons in secret. Nowadays she look lessons every day for two and a half hours—except for Sundays and Fridays. Today was Friday night, and most days these four kids hung out after school in Droida's secret apartment on Earth.
Actually these four spent most of their time on Earth. Celena danced on Popularis, butFlame took topography lessons on Earth, and it was the best place to buy stuff or rent a room because your parents never looked on Earth.
"Your parents excepting you for dinner?" said Axel to Celena and Flame. They both shook their heads.
"Then let the ramen fest begin!" crowed Droida, heading towards the kitchen. Axel liked spicy vegtable, Celena liked beef, Flame liked chicken, and Droida liked the ambiguously named 'oritental' flavored, microwaved noodles. "Who brought the movie?"
"I did!" said Celena, and everyone groaned. "What?"
"Nothing personal." Flame said, "But all of your movies seem to be... themed."
"Dance themed, you mean." said Axel. "Center Stage, En Pointe, Magix Dance School..."
"Shut up." Celena's mouth quirked at the edges and she tossed a pointe shoe at his head, missing by several inches. "You'll like this one. It's called 'Giselle at the Kirov'."
Droida returned with four steaming bowls of ramen and one of chicken nuggets from a slightly better then average fast food restraunt. Celena put the movie into the ancient DVD player and sat on a big cushion in front of the couch, where Droida and Flame sat. Axel sat in a LazyBoy procured at a yard sale a few years before. The opening credits started and Celena snapped her fingers. The lights dimmed and all that could be heard was the soft chords of ballet music and the slurping of ramen.