Previously on Dragonball – heh heh nope! Sorry about that folks; sometimes the announcer guy's voice gets stuck in my head and there are a few times after that when I can't resist saying it aloud or in this case, type it! I know I'm getting into dangerous waters having two multi-chaps going at once, but I actually have the entire plot completely planned out for this one, and it's going to be much shorter than "Hey There…" But enough of that! Here's chappie number two of "A CHappy Ending!"

Disclaimer: Loose lips sink ships and liars commit fraud! …I don't think that's how the saying goes, but meh…

A CHappy Ending Ch. 2

The next two weeks of Happy's tutoring sessions continued much like the first, to Happy's dismay. Every day after school, he would meet a scowling Carla in the library and they would go find an empty study room where they could discuss academic matters. Every day, Happy would feel her disapproving eyes on him as he tried solving numerous math problems, edited paragraphs, filled out history trivia worksheets, and struggled with the laws of physics (not only gravity, but other equations as well) for hours on end while he attempted and failed to correctly finish his work. She would snap at him and tug the papers away from the boy and solve them herself, roughly showing him what she did to come to each answer.

So midway through October, when Happy finished working up the courage to walk into their usual meeting place after school, he was surprised to see his tutor with a glum expression on her face as opposed to one of fiery disgust.

"Uh, Carla?" Happy asked, uncertain if the change was for the better.

"What do you want?" the white haired girl snapped, but with none of her usual vigor. "Let's just get to the study room okay? I don't have time to waste…"

"Never mind," Happy quickly replied, receiving a withering look from the girl. What alarmed the boy most though was it was as if she was just going through the motions, not even paying attention to her surroundings. Even her disdain for him was lackluster, and that was saying something. Without another word to her, the boy opened the door to the study room and held the door for her as she walked in.

"No one called for your chauvinism," Carla muttered and somehow managed to gracefully plop into her chair. "Hurry up so we can get started on this meaningless session."

"Okay…" Happy trailed off, not sure on how to proceed. The bluenette knew that he needed to get some headway on his homework while he was with Carla so he didn't have as many questions, but she seemed to be in a worse mood than normal…

"What are you staring at?" Carla asked calmly, her annoyance barely restrained. "We're going to start on your calculus homework first because that will take up the most time. You pull out your assignments and I'll get your next study guide worksheet."

Happy worked silently for the next hour as Carla would periodically correct him and then return back to her thoughts, sighing dejectedly for good measure.

"Carla, what's wrong?" Happy finally asked, breaking the tense silence.

"What caused you to think that?" Carla muttered, turning her head to face the wall closest to the door of the study room.

"Well, you seem less… enthusiastic about making fun of me; not to mention that you've been sighing a lot more today than you usually do…" Happy trailed off, watching the white haired girl lean forward to prop her head up on the study table.

"Was it really that obvious?" Carla wryly asked as her eyes flicked over to the nervous boy. "I think you might be the first person to notice that I was doing that," she chuckled humorlessly.

"Well… I'm not sure that it was obvious, but when we spend so much one on one time together, you kinda pick up on people's habits," Happy said, thinking aloud.

"People's habits, huh?" Carla pondered, leaning back in her chair.

"Carla, are you okay? You usually don't take much stock in anything I say…" Happy said nervously, brow furrowed.

Carla shook her head as if to clear it and made eye contact with the blue haired boy for the first time in over an hour. "I'm okay; just tired I suppose?"

"I don't think that Carla Marvell would have such a melancholy expression and sigh every five minutes. That's not who you normally are, even if you're tired. Did something happen?" Happy asked seriously as he pushed the calculus homework to the side.

The next several seconds were spent in awkward silence as the white haired girl bored holes into the nerdy boy's soul as if trying to size him up. When she came to a decision, she sighed and shifted her gaze to the table in front of her. "Nothing that was particularly out of the ordinary happened, to be completely honest. My mother simply informed me that once again, she was going to be drawn into an international meeting and won't be able to attend the senior night football game this year…"

"I'm sorry Carla," Happy said, watching his mentor cringe and then while she fidgeted in her seat.

"I don't need any pity from you," Carla weakly snapped as she looked to the wall on her right.

"Carla, I'm not pitying you," the mentee started, causing the white haired mentor's ears to twitch.

"You're just saying that to try to make me feel better," she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"No, I'm not," said Happy earnestly as he placed a hand on the simpering female's shoulder, gently turning her so that their eyes met. "It's never fun when people who are important to you have no time for you, especially when it is a major milestone in your life. You're getting an award presented to you during half time, right?"

Carla tried her best not to reel from shock. How could he be so perceptive?! the girl's thoughts echoed in her mind as she schooled her features into a composed frown. "What does it matter to you if I am?"

With cheeks warming up profusely, the boy in question shied away and ran a hand through his unruly hair. "W-well… You are my mentor after all… Shouldn't I be proud that the girl that's helping me in school is the smartest in our grade and is being presented such a prestigious award? I-I mean, I'm honored that you would even pay me any attention at all-"

"Please just stop," interjected Carla softly as she held up a hand. "Flattery won't get you anywhere…"

"I'm just telling the truth," mumbled Happy as he readjusted his glasses. "Carla, say what you will, but you're practically tied at the top of the class in grades, you won the nomination for the Queen's scholarship award, and pretty much everyone either wants to be you or date you. Those aren't words of flattery; it's simple truth."

Carla fixed her mentee with a stare that made the poor boy feel as if his entire being were under scrutiny. After what seemed like a millennium, the female feline sighed once more and propped her head up with her hand on the table, her tail flitting back and forth. "So what do you propose I do with this 'simple truth' as you call it?"

"What?!" the bluenette gaped like the fish he was so fond of, his eyes the size of dinner plates. "Why are you asking me?"

"Because you seem like you have the answer to my question," the white haired girl replied simply. She examined her nails for a brief moment before meeting his gaze once more.

"I, uh… Well," Happy choked out as he tried desperately to keep his heart rate under control. He scratched the back of his head nervously and his ears twitched. "I don't have the answer to your question," the boy sighed in defeat, prompting Carla to raise an eyebrow. Before the mentor could open her mouth, however, Happy cleared his throat and continued. "The truth is always simple, but what you do with it is ultimately up to you. You can use the truth about yourself in any way you see fit; I mean, you should know yourself best… right?"

The silence that followed Happy's words seemed to be charged with electricity as Carla shifted her glance from the boy to the table in front of her while her brain chewed on his answer. After what felt like an eternity to the bluenette, probably 30 seconds in real time, Carla gave the boy a wry smile. "I can't tell if what you just said was truly profound or absolutely asinine."

"Well, we can go ahead and call it stupid since I'm pretty sure I'm not that smart. I mean, I've got you to help me with my schoolwork and I'm just spitting out random sentences and hoping they make sense," Happy chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

"You know what? I think you're just weird," Carla said after a long moment, seemingly satisfied with her conclusion.

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not…" Happy said, scratching the back of his head in thought.

"At this point in time, consider it a neutral comment," the white haired girl stated matter-of-factly.

"Okay then," the boy nodded and then turned back to his homework. "I think I've wasted enough of your time with that, so let's continue the lesson so I can get out of your hair."

Carla nodded and then began to guide him in the study material once more. As they progressed through the lesson, Carla would ask questions about benign topics which stimulated pleasant conversation; both exceeds feeling more chipper and refreshed at the end of their session.

"Thanks again Carla for all your help!" Happy said as he waved goodbye to the white haired maiden.

"I'm glad I could be of assistance," Carla stated demurely, a faint upward curve on her lips as she raised a delicate hand in response to his exuberant farewell.

"Mom? Dad? I'm home!" Happy shouted as soon as he stepped through the door.

"I'm in the kitchen Happy!" his mother called, so the boy sloughed his shoes and backpack by the front door and raced to meet her.

The bluenette noticed that his mother was in the middle of preparing their next meal and stepped up to his mother's side. "Can I help you with that?"

"Of course, my sweet boy, I'll have you start on the noodles," replied Marl as she sliced up a cut of beef.

"Oh wait! Before I do that, I have to tell you something!" the boy exclaimed, bringing his mother to the kitchen table to sit down.

"What is it dear?" the woman asked, ecstatic that her son looked happy for the first time in a few months, but confused by the ceremony.

"Mom, I think I just made a friend! She finally started telling me a bit about herself today," Happy said excitedly, barely able to contain his joy as he happily squirmed in his seat.

"Why do you say it like that?" Marl asked, curious.

"Well when I first met her, she didn't want to talk to me at all, much less breathe the same air. But when she came in today, she seemed a little down in the dumps and apparently I cheered her up. It was really neat because-"

"KAH!" came an interrupting shout from outside the kitchen and Lucky Dragneel soon shuffled into the chaos of meal prep.

"What was that for dear?" Marl asked sweetly, standing up and returning to her work.

"Stubbed my toe…" said man grumbled, pointing at said offending appendage.

"Dad, I know that my eyesight is really bad, but you'd think I got it from you the way you keep bumping into things," Happy teased and put a hand over his mouth to quiet his laughter.

"KAH!" the older male scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "The boy thinks he can run his mouth any time he wants eh?"

"Of course not!" Happy said in mock sincerity, clutching at his chest as if he was wounded. "I would never think of making light of your hardship; you wound me."

"Come're you whippersnapper!" Lucky barked with a smirk as he lunged towards his son.

The boy squeaked and ducked his father's arms to run out of the kitchen laughing the entire way.

Marl smiled to herself as she heard loud footsteps and various bumping sounds, followed by strings of playful banter. Setting her knife down after finishing cutting the meat, she sighed and called out, "I thought you two hooligans were going to help me with dinner!"

"Sorry mom!"

"Sorry sweetheart!"

The female chuckled to herself as they yelped out their apologies and quickly shuffled back into the kitchen. They promptly took up their tasks; Happy moving to cook the noodles and Lucky taking the raw meat out to the smoker outside.

"Make sure you set a timer dear! I don't want you to forget the meat this time," Marl voiced after her husband.

"Yeah, yeah," Lucky grumbled, reaching behind him to grab the timer off the counter.

"How are you feeling today mom?" Happy asked as soon as the back door shut.

"I'm feeling better than I was yesterday Happy," Marl smiled, always happy when her caring son worried about her.

"I'm glad!" Happy said, reaching to turn down the heat on the noodles.

Dinner and the rest of the evening was pleasant and even though Happy knew he still had a mound of homework to do. After he bade his parents good night, he schlepped his full backpack up the stairs with a bit more spring in his step, causing him to shake his head at his giddy behaviour. Yes, she talked to you Happy, but that doesn't mean that she returns your feelings. Just start with being her friend first, you can work from there… With his mind set, the blue haired boy set about trying to tackle his homework.

And cut! How was the second chappie? Happy's parents make an entrance! Yay!

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