Request for my (stupid) waifu, Crystal! Hope you like this! You've been spamming me about it ._. Seriously, someone take Kik away from this girl. She's making me go ghetto.

Rating: T

Word: Jealousy

Pairing: NuttyxFlaky


"Thanks for walking me down the aisle today."

The smile Flaky wore when she thanked him, sincerely thanked him for one of the single most important event of her life, was..beautiful. She was beautiful. And he always thought that.

With her rosy cheeks, peachy skin, silky red hair—dandruff and all included—she was the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen.

It broke his heart knowing she was someone else's.

"I know this put a lot of stress on you," she added gently. "But I couldn't think of anyone else to be my best man. That spot was reserved for my best friend, Nutty."

Nutty gave a charismatic laugh. Lime coloured hair shining in the afternoon light shimmered, thin digits ran through it. "It was no big deal! Seriously! I told you it'd be an honour to have the opportunity to give you away."

Bewilderment fleeting, Flaky openly laughed. "Talk a-about too willing! I'm nothing special, why would you want to take a father's place?"

Those caring eyes, that charmingly sweet smile, the lovely sound of her laugh. He loved her. Purely loved her. It was saddening to see her transform from a chubby, innocent girl into a lavishing beauty. His little girl.

No, she's not little anymore, and she's definitely not mine, Nutty scolded himself. She belongs to someone else now, and..I'm happy for her.

He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was still hopelessly head-over-heels infatuated with the redhead. Her body and appearance were meaningless, however. The fact that she treated him so lovingly, with more attentiveness to him than others, made seeing her go away worthwhile.

"I feel responsible for you, is all." Nutty curled his fingers in Flaky's train. The web designed material was scratchy. "You looked after me for so long, I thought I would return the favour."

She was cold; she was alone; she was forgotten.

But that was how most kids with abnormally bright hair were. They were the outcasts in school.

Society was another matter, though. Her family did not come from aristocratic roots. She had no lines connecting herself to royalty. She could barely even find clothes without candy stains on them. From birth she was the outlier in a home of five, and through her life she would be different.

That loose wire was noticed wherever she tread, following like a looming cloud of precaution.

The teachers..treated her differently. They were careful when picking their trepidation-filled words. Everyone was careful when it came to conversing with her.

Like they thought she was a freak.

Or some special kid with a brain disorder.

She wasn't. She could read and write just as well as them, yet they chose to disregard her very existence. She was no more than a microscopic speck of dirt, begriming the face of humanity. Besides Lammy, she walked alone as another nameless being.

The teen sat afar the basketball courts, hidden behind the dense foliage, at the base of a towering oak tree.

"The series of catastrophes were like no others," Flaky read in whispers. "Its kind would only cause mankind to go havoc; i-if not extinct.."

She couldn't restrain the deepening frown, setting her history book aside and digging into her sweater pockets. The delicacy which unveiled brought her taste buds to their knees. The whispers were forgotten for an appetizing, sugary arched candy.

"It's just you and me, Candy cane. Nothing can ever come between us. Know why? Because you've always have been there for me. Always."

Ignoring the tears collecting in her eyes, Flaky kicked at the dirt and unraveled the treat. It was rare for her to show her emotions, but around nothing but trees and shrubs, her reserved demeanor slipped.

"Just you and..me—"

"Wah!"

The bushes gave under a crashing distraction. Flaky contained her shrill squeal. It was..a boy? Out of habit, she retracted shyly, bangs falling to curtain her reddening self.

He sat up, shaking the leaves from his hair. "Sniffles! That isn't fair! You pushed me! Am I still out!?"

Two seconds ticked by before he acknowledged her presence. A look of sheer surprise took him, as if he hadn't nearly tumbled on her. "Wha?" he curiously uttered. "Who are you?"

Flaky lowered her guard, confident he wouldn't lash out at her. Even if he did, he wasn't as tall or brawny as the other boys. "I-I'm Flaky," she sourly informed. "I-I'm in your class?"

"Flaky?" he reiterated emptily.

"Yes. Flaky. I've b-been in your class since kindergarten?" Flaky said irrately, knowing she wasn't that invisible. "And you're..bleeding! O-oh!"

He glanced to his knee. A thin line of red glimmered through smudged dirt and grim. "Oh, that? Bet ya I got it when I FELL THANKS SO MUCH SNIFFLES." He shrugged passively. "No biggie, though."

"It's going to g-get infected. You should go see the nurse.."

"The nurse?! No! No!" The boy swept his arms to emphasize his protest. "Just no!" he passionately objected. "The nurse will, like, cut me open! Or give me a shot! Or make me drink something weird!"

Flaky brought her fingertips to a hover over his cut. At the sight of blood she felt queasy, and now was no exception. "Then you should go to the bathroom and clean it..Before the nurse gets to you."

"Nah. Takes too much effort—OH GOD!"

"W-what!?"

He stretched over, making Flaky flinch and drop her hands. She made a start to object, but his bandaged fingers were already wrapped around and retracting her candy cane. Her candy cane.

"Hey! You have candy!" he exclaimed vociferously, yanking it with an anything but graceful jerk.

She flushed—thinking he might do anything besides that. Ridiculous. She must look like an awkward idiot. "Y-yeah, I got it from my friend—" She gasped when the boy suddenly clasped her hand, elation dancing in his eyes, and flashed her with a bleached white smile.

"Can I have it!?" He flustered her with his closeness, the distinct waft of peppermint swirling up in a nipping crispness. An innocent smile took him; one which cast a youthful, babyish, glow to his ruddy face. He wasn't upset with their close proximity. He didn't even seemed disturbed that she was reluctant to pull away. All that mattered was the meagre red and white cane. "Please!"

"Why do you want it?" Flaky asked rather chastely. "It's just a candy cane."

"Because I LOVE candy! And Mom doesn't let me have any at home!" His expression turned pinch, wry, his curly hair sticking in erratic tufts. "If you gave it to me, we can be friends!"

Her heart soared at the mention of friendship, but promptly plummeted at her realization. She modestly sighed and gifted the candy cane to him, if anything, reluctantly. "Friends aren't friends b-because they give you things. It's not very nice to only hang around someone for candy."

"Don't you think I know that?" His hand loosened, instead taking to snatching her abandoned book. Eyes glazing over at the title, he switched to opening the candy cane. "But friemds gife gifhts shometimesh," the statement was warbled through a mouthful of treats. "So next time, it's my turn to give you a gift!"

"Really?" Flaky had to remember: He could be lying, and she was not to let her incredulous nature be joked that easily. She tried not to stalk off right then. "T-that would be nice, but not necessary."

He wiped a dollop of drool from his mouth, and in turn rubbed it away on his pants. The foolish smile returned. "It' so necessary! But first things first. I'm Nutty!"

"F-Flaky," she abashedly voiced. "It's nice to meet you." Again, completely disregarding the fact that they'd been in seven grade years together. She stared around, expecting some wave of students coming to gather him up. Finding none, she looked back to his attentive mien. "What?"

"Nothing."

"T-then why are you still here?"

"We're friends, right?"

"Y-yeah.."

"Then I have a right to be here," Nutty finished the small argument dominantly. He discarded the plastic, folding his arms over his knees. "Because we're hanging out right now."

"We are?" asked Flaky.

"Yup!"

"Oh.."

Flaky cast her long hair over a bare shoulder, unknowingly flaunting herself for his eyes. A pout transformed ruby lips. "I still don't see how I helped you," she commented confusedly. "If anything, I was the one who was solitary."

"But you later taught me that the world isn't just full of careless things," remarked Nutty. He dragged his fingers across her arm, savouring the sensual stroke. She thought nothing of it, nothing but a friendly touch. "There's a seriousness behind everything. I wouldn't have found it on my own."

Flaky turned her face up to the sun, the picture of holy tranquility. Long lashes clad against her creamed complexion, she basked in the dying light. "Then I guess your debt is paid. What you did today is something I won't forget." When she looked back at him, fresh tears had swarmed her in emotional gaze.

Nutty brushed them away. As long as she was happy, he would be too. Why be miserable and hoisting onto his unrequited feelings when the one he loved was so blessed? She was never his to begin with, not the way he'd wanted. The pact they made that day, mostly on his side, promised they would be friends.

It did not say anything more than friends.

The pain would subside in a few years, and he would only feel a dull numbness for her. One day he would find someone, too. But that didn't mean he would be over her. Flaky was too good to just forget about. Nutty pressed a gentle kiss to her gloved hand, sighing out the words:

"Anything for you, Flaky. Anything.."


So this was more of a K+ oneshot, and I took this route solely because I felt I needed something cute, light, and simple. It is short because I'm trying out some new styles to get out of my comfort zone, but I think this will be the shortest from now on.

Unless, of course, I'm told to write one thousand word oneshots to update this faster. Then I might consider..

I've also been meaning to say, but have forgotten to the last two updates, that I want to rename this series. Because this title is really uncreative. Any suggestions?