I do not own Winx Club
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Wings
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Two:
Writing
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Musa nodded as Heidi's sister Hady talked at 600 miles per hour. It was the second day of school and she needed a break already. Homework did not involve going out and beating up some witched. "So, um," Hady was saying, "like, Riven is the one with the reddish hair…it's actually like the color – "
"Primrose," offered Musa.
"Whatever. Anyway he's all bad boy kind, you know? So all the girls fall for him like magnets. I mean like yeah he's cute but – "
"They're over exaggerating," Musa said again as she twirled a lock of her hair.
"Yep. Anyway…" while she talked at rapid speed Heidi was talking to Flora about Helia with the same rapid talk.
"He's really romantic and likes poetry-like. But you can't just think 'oh wow he's a pretty boy and can't fight or anything like that so I'm gonna beat him up' or anything."
"I never thought that," Flora said with a soft smile. She was trying to read her history book, but with Heidi.... Was it just her or was there a lot of trailing off these days?
"Well, maybe not, you but some guys did, and they didn't even go one-on-one - instead surrounding him. You should've seen it, truly you should have."
"Why?" There was now a hint of exasperation in her voice but it went unnoticed by Heidi.
"Well they picked a fight right in the courtyard. Riven was there and all, but he just laughed and we all thought 'wow terrible friend what an idiot' and stuff, but Helia kicked butt."
Flora listened to her and smiled slightly as she imitated moves. Too bad, he's really cute. He seems nice, and wouldn't ever whistle at a girl. Speaking of which, I wonder who the lucky one is.
The bell rang and Heidi stopped in the middle of a jump and fell to the ground. "Whoooops."
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As the bell rang Helia looked up only to see the pretty caramel girl stand up and leave with a redhead, holding her as the redhead, Addy was her name he thought, slightly limped. Flora took that chance to laugh and Helia closed his eyes feeling a smile and an inspiration coming on.
Riven, meanwhile, watched Musa as she jumped up and with another girl ran to class. Her hair swished and he thought how it must feel like a breeze. He saw her dance and sing on the way to school, she seemed to float like a leaf in the wind. He saw that kind of dancing once....a long, long time ago.
"Helia, Riven!"
The boys turned around as both of them entered the building. "What's up?"
The callers were Dexter and Andy Foul, they were brothers and they seemed like themselves a lot. Dexter skipped classes and slept, Andy like drawling flowers and owned at least six sketchpads.
"What're you doing?" Andy asked as he marked a page with a tab and then put it in his backpack, not before they all saw something shaded in. A flower, perhaps?
"We're going to class." They walked to the building as another bell rung and rung.
"I thought Riven would've slept." Dexter yawned and hung back at the door.
"I wanted to, but Helia wouldn't leave me alone about it, 'you need education if you don't want to be a hobo' he said."
"A hobo. What's wrong with that?" asked Dexter.
Andy sighed as he hit his brother on the shoulder after he walked back to the door. "Anyway, Dexter will get some sleep and I need to draw a couple of things." Andy waved goodbye and followed him out.
"Are they going to the tree again?" Riven asked as he shouldered his backpack and pulled out a ten dollar bill from his pocket.
"Yeah, you know them." Instead of going to class like they should've they went to the lunchroom and ate, thinking about the new girls.
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"Musa!" Flora shouted as she set down a plate full of waffles and crispy bacon. "Breakfast!"
Musa strolled into the kitchen with a grin and she hopped up and down before twirling like a ballerina and almost making Flora spill the juice. "Flora! Sister Dearest!" Musa sang and then fell elegantly onto the seat. "Do eat with me!"
Flora laughed and nodded before sitting down with salad and water. "Are you on a diet, Sister Dearest? You're to thin to be on a diet." Musa took a piece of bacon and a minute later finished what she wanted to say. "So, Sister Dearest, why are you eating like that?"
"I eat salads all the time. And because this one is a recipe from Stella who got it from her chef in Paris, it has nothing to do with snails either, if that was what you wanted to say."
Musa shut her mouth and sighed loudly. Shaking her head she swallowed the juice. "Sister Dearest, do tell, this juice is different and the waffles are too." She took another swig of the liquid. "Refreshing and sweet…mint?"
"Musa, the juice is homemade and from Africa, the waffles are a favorite of Hawaiians," Flora said smiling. She took out a Magix Laptop and went to her email account. Showing her the emails she got it was from all of their friends (except Bloom, who for some strange reason was at the Desert in Africa) and some recipes they gathered.
"Did you send something back?" asked Musa and twirled her fork. "That wouldn't be nice if you didn't."
"I did I did. One of the recipes was from the restaurant we went to on our first day here and the other was from Miss Alabasters." Flora took a bite of the French salad and smiled. "Stella had good taste."
Musa grinned back and they ate for a while until she jumped up. "Of course! Now I remember. Our own electronic fairy sent me a pretty little barrette that also seems to be a laser; our fashion pixie sent me a new dress…saying I needed it. And fire power sent me a small little fish she named 'Fish.'"
Flora giggled and proceeded in telling what she got. "I got a hamster named Hamster, a pair of shoes that had my name written all over it by fashion pixie, and a ring that makes me invisible when I want to. Isn't that helpful?"
They talked about what they gave back (Musa gave a book about rabbits to Bloom, a brooch to Stella, and a little game to Tecna, while Flora gave an expensive pen, a candle, and a DVD), and then about Helia and Riven.
"They are handsome."
"Agreed!"
They talked a while before going to the library.
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"So, whatcha think about the new fab dessert I made?" asked Flora, smiling as she swung a purse and hopped over a little puddle.
Musa grinned, "That fab dessert? It was awesome."
"Thanks, I got it—"
"From Layla?"
"No. Actually, I got it from—"
"Bloom."
"No, I didn't. It was from my personal collection, you know grandmother gave it to me when I was seven. I just perfected it."
"With what?"
"Another spoonful of sugar and a small teaspoon of egg yolk mixed with mint."
"What?" asked Musa, raising an eyebrow.
"It's perfect—I saw you devouring it." Flora smiled. "There wasn't much for me left."
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At the library they sat down and talked for a while before looking at the books. Musa found some sheet music and Flora found a book about flowers. They sat and read for a while before hearing two people sit down across them. Musa put the music down and stopped humming. Flora stopped reading on Amaryllis, Anemone, Anthurium, Aster, Baby's Breath, Calla Lily, Camellia, Carnations, Catlaya Orchids, Delphinium, Freesia, Gardenias, Gerbera, Gladiolus, Hydrangea, Iris, Lily of the Valley, Magnolia, Peony, Poinsettia, Ranunculus, Roses, Stephanotis, Tulip, Lily, Parrot Tulip, Protea, Sonia Rose, Anemone, Camellia, Freesia, Gerbera, Gladiolus, Poinsettia, Rose, Tulip, Anemone, Aster, Carnation, Catlaya Orchid, Chrysanthemum, Delphinium, Freesia....
"Yes?" Musa asked, her eyes slightly wide. Right across them sat Riven and Helia – the boys they knew so much about because of Heidi and her sister. "May we help you?" Her eyes were sly and her grip tightened on the book she was holding. What were they doing here?
"Sup, we haven't met but my name is Riven, and you must be Musa. Flora. Oh, and my friend here is Helia." Riven mentioned toward Helia who smiled and made a small bow with his upper body. "We just saw you and wanted to introduce ourselves, seeing as how many boys kiss the ground you walk on."
Musa's eyes narrowed but her smile held place. This guy has guts to talk like that; we don't even know him! OOOOO - you're going to be sorry. Flora, though, had her feelings slightly hurt and she covered it up by shaking his hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you, as you know, I don't know how, but as you do, my name is FloraandMusahereneedstogetaprojectdonesoifyouexcuseus."
And that's when it happened.
Flora smiled at Helia, like she was trying to apologize only to meet his gaze, his eyes. She blinked. Their thoughts were scrambled, jumbled, unable to be made sense; unable to see their sentences run off into air before disappearing, like petals into wind.
Musa looked at her friend, "Flora?" she asked, "What's up?" She saw Helia then turned to glare at Riven, "Yo dude, what's up with your friend—"
"Excuse me," said the librarian who had come over and now snapped, "but the library is now closed—please leave."
"R-right away ma'am," stammered Musa as she picked up the books and slammed them shut, "let's go, Flora."
"What—right. Oh. Yeah." Flora picked up her own books and quickly placed them on a nearby shelf, "It's where I got them," she told the librarian.
She sniffed. "Hmm." Her nametag read, Mrs. Albakkerkie."Well," she said drily, "put them anywhere, I'll finish what you did tomorrow."
"Thanks," offered Helia, getting up from the seat and smiling at Mrs. Albakkerkie. "We appreciate it."
"You better," she muttered.
Riven just got up without a word, dragging out his friend.
"Did you see that?" asked Flora as she exited the building and both she and Musa went off, "Well?"
"See what?" she asked.
"Never mind," muttered the nature fairy. I imagined that—no guy—no guy!—had those kind of eyes—it's impossible.
Musa shrugged, keeping to herself as she began walking with Flors, "So, Flors, watcha want to do now?"
"Um. Go home."
Rolling her eyes Musa sighed, "Whatever."
Still. What was up with the scene?
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"Are you alright?" Musa asked Flora hazily on their way home. "You seem different."
The sun was fading and the girls were walking home. Flora always had serenity about her but today it seemed to sing with her flying steps. "Yes, you?" Musa smiles and dances but today she skipped and hummed a song Flora's never heard of.
"I'm fine."
They walked to their house with a strange feeling in their bodies.
"What's for dinner?" asked Flora as she sat by the TV. "The usual?" they made sure that each had a day of the week when the other had to make dinner.
"Nah, I'm thinking lasagna or fish, what do you want?"
"Lasagna," she answered and when the TV gave her a headache she turned it off and went to her room. Like a wave a smell of plants rolled over her and she felt the headache lighten, ever so slightly.
She went up to one of her plants and hummed a tune, before trying to do her homework. No luck – she wrote Helia's name six times before she realized that and hurriedly thrown it away in the bin.
HELIA
Helia
Helia
Helia
Helia
Helia
Shaking her head she wondered why she felt like this.
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Musa was layering the lasagna when she realized that the red stuff was in an irregular shape and frowned, she made out the R and then the I and then the VEN.
Her first thought was: What? And then her second was horror and she quickly finished and shoved the Italian food into the oven.
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Helia, meanwhile, just stopped showering and dried off before putting on his usual and then ordered pizza.
Riven entered the living room with a grin and turned on the TV before settling himself down with a small smirk. "Yo, dude, get that grin off your expression." Riven blinked and got the grin off his expression. He was remembering the tune…no, never mind.
He looked over at Helia and said the same thing; a moment later the grin was erased and left a rather fine, handsome face at work. He was thinking about her pretty…no, no, look, the Titans were winning and the other team…who was the other team? Was he rooting for them or the other?
Riven thought the same thing as he frowned. "I'm going to bed," the two guys said at the same time.
"'Night."
Why were the two girls still on their minds?
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It was dark and it was night when two men were on a roof looking at a house from afar. "Look, they're still not going to sleep."
"Do faeries sleep?"
"No idea," the other answered.
"Anyway, Yorh, let's go home, name it a night."
"Sure…"
And swiftly they jumped and sprang from house to house until they were in their own.
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After school Flora and Musa decided to go buy groceries and paper for their new computers. So, Flora went to buy the paper and Musa went to buy the groceries. "See ya!" shouted Musa and skipped (danced) to the store where the smell of cookies greeted her and the smiles of the manager and customers made her halt for a second.
She walked to ORIGnal Pt's -
GRAND OPENING
ALL ITEMS 30% OFF!
She walked inside and smiled at random people, who stopped and stared at her, thinking, she was very pretty. The reason Flora wanted to get the paper was because she understood what wood they were made of, how, and was able to feel if the paper was somehow ruined, creases, crumpled, or anything. Which was strange, since that had never happened before. But who knew? People in Magix were always trying to cheat you.
Musa, meanwhile, was buying groceries at top speed.
Oranges
~Or~
Tangerines
Yogurt
Milk
Bread (White of French)
Lettuce
Cheese
Cream Cheese
Ice Cream
Salmon
Bread Crumbs
Sugar
She got the tangerines, the yogurt, milk, bread, lettuce, cheese, cream cheese, ice cream, salmon, and breadcrumbs. But the sugar she couldn't find. Finally, she asked a man in an apron, he smiled and pointed to another aisle, "Right there, missy."
"Thank you, sir," said Musa and went that way. When she arrived she couldn't see it and then, finally, spotted it all the way up. Who puts sugar on the top shelf? I'm tall but not that tall. Taking a deep breath she jumped, and jumped, and jumped. Again – who puts sugar on the top shelf? Are the nuts?
Finally, someone passing got the white bag and pulled it down with ease, he gave it to her and she smiled. "Thank you." Then, looking closer, she gasped. "Riven!"
"Good of you to notice, Muse."
"It's Musa."
"Same thing." Riven smiled and shrugged. "It has M-U-S in it doesn't it?"
"Same thing. River."
"Ouch, that hurts, Muse." Riven rolled his eyes, "River? Is that the best you can come up with?"
"Oh I have some more but they're not appropriate for a grocery store." Musa took her cart and rolled it away. "See ya."
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Flora sighed as she passed colorful paper, pencils, and anything else. Notepads…earphones…pens…jeez! Finally getting to the paper aisle she swooped upon it and looked at them all. Photograph paper, shiny paper? What? Color paper, more notebooks, and regular paper!
She looked at the price tags and the labels. Putting her hand on the paper stacks and shut her eyes lightly. Stack after stack, no creases, nothing. Good. Taking the paper in the small bag she had she walked around the store, buying highlighters, ink, and a friendship bracelet kit she thought looked well.
As she walked around she stumbled to the notepads / pencils / paints aisle. When her eyes flickered to the paints she went over and looked at them all, delighted like a kid. As she did a man walked up to her, "Flora, are you interested?"
"Helia!" she gasped and righted herself upright. "How are you?"
"Good, and you?"
"Fine."
"Looking at paints?" he asked, looking at a box where the words Natural Tints, Greens of Nature, Blues of Sky, Reds of Sunsets, Oranges of Fire, Black of Nights, Yellow of Stars, and Pink of Flowers. "This ones my favorite," said he as the paint set he liked was pointed at, "it had high quality shades and great tints."
Picking it up Flora smiled.
"Like it?"
"I'll take it."
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It was dark when Musa finally got out, but there was something wrong with the night and she didn't like it at all. "Oh, I wish Flora'd walked with me." But there was no turning back so she went on, telling herself it was a regular night. What is a regular night?
As she turned to a corner she walked all the way home before feeling something - what was that? She shrieked when she saw a man hide behind a tree and a rock thrown at her, barley missing her head. What's going on?
Never had she felt so scared as she scampered her way home. But the man was still there, following her. "Leave me alone!" she shouted, her voice furious rather than whimpering. "Go away!"
She had to transform into a fairy, but Flora said (and Miss Faragonda did too) that on no way was she too transform unless she was on the brink of death or seeing someone in need. Otherwise - no way.
What am I supposed to do?
The man was there, hiding in the shadows, looking at her. She ran and ran, hoping the bags won't jumble and smash something. Then, she heard a laugh, the kind when one hears in movies about ghosts and creatures. Jeez!
Running, running, she finally got home where she slammed the door shut and shoved the bags onto the counter, then, locking the doors she went to her room where she covered her head and sobbed.
What would happen if she didn't escape?