Disclaimer: We don't own Winx Club, but we do own Andrew! He may sound like Andy, but he isn't. XDD Only you, Erica. Only you. -Sighs.-
Guess what, guys! I'm here two weeks in a row! :) Oh, yeah! Can we hear an "AWESOME" out there? :D I mean, I even updated on time, too. WHOO!
But two things: One- Go to my profile and click the link at the top. It's going to have "The Chiwambo Song" written beside it. Listen to it and tell me how catchy that song is. XD
Two- THEY HAVE WINX CLUB MUSIC ON iTunes NOW! I bought it all! XDDD
But, anyway, let the story continue~ ^o^
Chapter vi: Girl Likes Boy, and Boy Likes Girl
Two and a Half Weeks Later
There was a fairly long and awkward silence hovering around the two people in the back of the art room. Emerald green met dark gray, the former struggling not to avert. Suddenly, laughter sounded, and the boy with dark gray eyes put his hand up. "I apologize, Flora. That line slipped my thoughts."
Flora smiled, slightly bashfully, and shook her head. "No problem. We haven't had much time to work on that scene. Maybe we should let you look over it a bit more. I mean, we still have a long time before the actual production, so..."
Helia smiled to himself as Flora trailed off beneath his gaze. Though she was a bit more comfortable with him than she had been, she still couldn't stand to be under his scrutiny. He'd tried not to, but she was so expressive when she spoke. Her face was like a window to her feelings.
"Oh, are you doing anything this evening?" Helia inquired suddenly. Flora seemed to think about it before she shook her head, and then he spoke up so she couldn't. "Do you think we could work on some of the other parts, then? Like the lyrics and the choreography?"
Flora blinked, her face showing her surprise, and Helia waited for his implications to fully sink in. He hoped she wouldn't deny him with some "plans" she had "forgotten about." Not that Flora would mean anything by it other than trying to avoid an awkward encounter with him – he still fancied she had a crush on him – but it wasn't like he would enjoy being rejected. He did have a bit of pride so it was only natural he would hate to be on the receiving end of rejection from the girl he actually really liked.
"Uhm, sure. Yeah, we can do that." Flora smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Relief crashed over Helia, and he smiled at the brunette girl before he continued to make the plans more concrete. "Would you prefer to practice at your house?"
Flora shrugged, and Helia just looked at her, waiting. Her face flushed, and she murmured, "What?" When all Helia did was simply continue looking at her, she sighed. "Yeah, I guess I would feel more comfortable there."
"And would 6:45 be okay with you? I have something important I have to tend to right after rehearsal, and that would be the earliest I could get there," Helia explained.
She nodded. "Absolutely. 6:45 it is."
"Great." There was a short silence in which Flora turned away first, blushing. Helia wanted to comment, but she was saved by the bell. They both gathered up their stuff and headed out of the room at the same time, her leaving before him. "See you at rehearsal, Flora," Helia called as they parted ways in the hallway.
Flora smiled to herself and was humming by the time she reached her next class. "Well, someone's happy," came Tecna's voice, and the brunette girl shrugged, feeling a blush coming on.
"Oooh, spill!" Stella exclaimed, circling her friend with Tecna and Bloom's assistance.
"It's nothing," Flora protested.
"Right. If Helia coming to your house to practice music and dancing qualifies as 'nothing,' there's a problem," Nicolas retorted.
"What on earth are you doing in here, Nick?" Bloom queried, her brows rising as her focus changed momentarily.
"I have something to give you. And before all your friends jump on it, it's not from me or any other guy you may want it to be. Nor is it from Diaspro," Nicolas answered, heading off any curiosity the group may have. "But I do need to talk to you after school. I'll only take up five minutes at the most."
Bloom frowned, pretending it was a problem. "I don't know if I can spare five minutes, Nick. I mean, I'm a busy girl. I have so much to do with schoolwork and the musical..." The only thing that gave her away was the teasing glint in her eyes.
Nicolas scowled playfully. "Then I guess I'll have to make it up to you. But I need to go now, or I'll be late for class." The dirty blonde boy winked and smiled before he left quickly.
"I think Nicolas likes you," Stella observed.
"He doesn't even know me. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's just being friendly. Musa said he doesn't know exactly how to treat girls like friends only. He can't distinguish between the two," Bloom defended, feeling heat creep up her neck.
"He's not treating any of us like that. He likes you. And before you complain again, he's had a little over three weeks of rehearsals to get to know you, so..." Stella retorted smugly, causing Bloom to scowl. The blonde perked up suddenly. "Maybe he wants to ask you on a date! Would you go? Oh, you have to!"
"Stella, I think you're jumping to conclusions. We don't know what Nicolas wants to talk to Bloom about," Flora reprimanded softly.
"I know, I know, but I really think he likes her," Stella repeated. She really could be stubborn.
"Why don't we focus on Flora and Helia since they actually have a date tonight?" Bloom tried to change the subject, successfully.
"I-it's not a date!" Flora sputtered.
"It's a semblance of one," Bloom contradicted.
"I have to agree with Bloom on this. It's obvious you and Helia like each other, and now he's asked to come to your house to rehearse music. It's a perfect excuse, and it'll just be the two of you," Tecna added.
"What makes you think he asked?" Flora queried, knowing that hadn't been said.
"Because you're too shy to ask him, Flora," Stella answered, grinning. Flora had no response to this, which deemed the other three the victors.
At least for that one area. She had another comment.
"Besides, it's at 6:45, and my mother and Rose should be home, so we won't be alone," Flora retorted.
Stella sighed, shaking her head. Flora seemed insane sometimes. "Flora, if you think your mom and sister won't give the two of you a fairly wide berth so you can be alone, you've got another thing coming. They trust you, and you're sixteen. You need a boyfriend. I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to see Helia."
Flora stared at her friend, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
"Yes, Flora, Stella's correct. Your chances are quite high," Tecna agreed.
"Guys, do we really have to discuss this?" Flora groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"Yes!" Stella exclaimed.
"No, we don't. I'm sure our substitute would appreciate us doing the work and being quiet," Bloom supported her blushing friend, ushering Stella and Tecna to their seats.
"Thank you so much, Bloom," Flora breathed in relief, heading off to her own seat while Tecna and Stella grumbled but obeyed Bloom's ushering.
The redhead sat down at her desk and unfolded the piece of paper Nicolas had given her. The writing was fairly large and was in block style, and she smiled as she found out who it was from. Pulling out a sheet of loose-leaf paper, she started writing her response to the note, shaking her head incredulously as she did.
"Alright, now before everyone leaves, I need you to get these papers. They'll tell you your dance partners for all the scenes we need them. Once you get one, you are free to go," Ms. Cooper announced, gesturing to the stacks of papers on the desk in front of her. Many students swarmed her, though the usual group of eight stayed in the back (this excluded Musa and Sky since one had other friends and one had an "owner").
Musa was one of the first people to get a sheet and head to that group of eight, though. She seemed... angry, for some reason. Thrusting the paper at them, she hissed, mainly at Bloom, "Did you know about this?"
Bloom blinked and took the paper. She quickly found Musa's name, which was connected to... Riven's. "Uhm, why would I have known?" Bloom questioned.
"Because you're Ms. Cooper's little pet! You know every decision she makes!" Musa snapped.
Bloom was a bit shocked at this outburst (and the fact that Musa was right – she had helped Ms. Cooper). "Well, sorry, Muse. Besides, what's wrong with Riven being your partner? I mean, he won't flirt or touch you or anything like someone else would."
"She's right, you know. It could have been Jared," Brandon agreed, nodding.
Musa paused, then complained, "But it's Riven."
Riven spoke up, sarcastically, "Thanks."
"Musa, Riven is a perfect partner. I don't know why you're so angry," Flora sighed.
"Oh, come on! Jared could at least dance!" Musa retorted.
"Actually, Riven was forced to take dance for a couple of years about three or four years back. He's pretty quick at learning new moves, too," Bloom contradicted.
"Well, I know Jared better."
Bloom rolled her eyes. "And now you'll get to know Riven. Face it: you're stuck, Muse."
"I love how she's the only one who's stuck," Riven muttered.
"You're stuck, too, Riv, so shut up and get over it," Bloom told him through gritted teeth. "Happy now?" Riven didn't answer, and there was a long moment of silence before most of the group split off and headed to the desk to get the papers.
Flora was one of those, and she glanced at her watch, knowing she had to be home soon. "Hey, guys, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
Stella turned around and gave the brunette a look before saying, "We expect details tomorrow."
"Details?" Riven queried, intrigued for one of the first times. Stella usually only wanted information about guys, so he would normally ignore it all, but this was Flora she was speaking to. All in all, it was weird, and that had caught Riven's attention.
"Yes. Helia's going to Flora's around seven tonight," Stella answered excitedly, and Riven quirked a brow at Flora.
"Really?" he asked, smirking as the girl blushed darkly and promptly ignored him.
"Like I said, I'm leaving. I'll see you when we get to school in the morning," Flora reiterated, waving at the group. "Bye."
Though it seemed wrong, Flora released a sigh of relief as she walked across the school's courtyard to get to her car. She loved her friends, but there was only so much she could take at once. She knew Stella was going to grill her for a step-by-step, detailed explanation of the night the next day, which she needed a rest from for a little bit. Yes, even Flora had to have a break from her friends at some point.
She had almost made it to her car before she heard her name being called. Turning around, she blinked as she saw the black-haired boy she barely knew heading toward her. "Hey, Andrew... what do you need?"
"Well, I was kind of hoping you could help me with something. You see... I like this girl, but everyone keeps telling me she likes someone else or that she wouldn't ever think about going on a simple date with me. I was wondering if you knew a way I could tell without making a fool of myself."
Flora blinked, startled. Two guys in one day? Really? "No, I don't, sorry. I would advise you to trust what your friends say, though, especially if they are sure she likes someone else." She paused, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. "I'm sorry, Andrew, but I really need to go. I have to help my mom make dinner, and I have a friend coming over later. Just listen to your friends and then make your decision about that girl. Bye."
She hated brushing everyone off like she was, but she really did have a lot to do before Helia came over. It was getting ridiculous. Andrew's smile faltered slightly as he said, "Oh, right, sorry, Flora. Didn't mean to hold you over. Bye." As he sulked and headed away to his own vehicle, Flora popped the trunk of her car and tossed her backpack in it. After shutting the trunk and getting into her car, she placed her purse and the sheet of paper onto the passenger's seat.
Then she rested her head on the steering wheel. It had been a really long time since she'd felt the need to break something, so she wasn't surprised she wanted to now. However, it wouldn't be good for her to drive like this, so she was trying to calm down until she got to her house where she could easily get rid of the stress.
After a long moment of deep-breathing, Flora felt she was capable of driving home safely, which was why she sat back, put the key in the ignition, and started the car. Shifting the gears, she maneuvered out of the space, and then switched the gear into drive before she started out of the parking lot.
Fifteen minutes later, she was pulling into her spot in their two-car garage. Grabbing her purse and the paper out of the front seat, she got out of the car, keys in hand, and popped the trunk again to get her bag out. She shut it and then headed inside the house. Once inside, she was almost immediately attacked by her younger sister. Smiling down at the young brunette girl, Flora caressed the back of the girl's head. "Good evening, Rose. I trust your day at school was nice?"
Rose's head bobbed eagerly with a nod. "Uh-huh! We played a quiet game, and I won, so I got to choose two candies I wanted and got to play on the playground longer than the other kids!"
"That's great, sweetie! I'm glad you had a good day," Flora told her sister sincerely. "Now, I need to go set my bag down and then help mom with dinner. You can finish telling me all about your day after that; sound good?"
Rose nodded and skipped off into the living room where she was watching some cartoon.
Shaking her head, Flora continued through the house until she found a set of stairs, which she promptly headed up and then turned to the right at the landing. She headed all the way down the hallway and into the room directly in front of her. She set her bags at the foot of the bed, then snatched up a pillow, smothered her face in it, and screamed. It lasted about thirty seconds, and then she threw the pillow at the wall on the opposite side of the room. She felt marginally better, and that would have to do. She had neither the time nor the means of getting it all out. She knew she could stay composed as she was, though, so that was all that mattered.
Releasing yet another sigh, Flora headed back downstairs and retraced her steps before crossing through the living room and into the kitchen, where she spotted her mother, poised at the stove with a wooden spoon in her hand as she mixed up something. "Good evening, mom," Flora greeted lightly. As the brunette woman looked at her daughter with large, dark brown eyes, Flora smiled.
"Flora, sweetie, I didn't hear you come in. How was school?" Ms. Drake inquired.
"It was fine. A lot of people are teasing me about this guy... And I think I made it worse by agreeing with him that we needed to practice the choreography and lyrics for the musical. He's supposed to be coming over at 6:45," Flora answered so that she could get that over with.
"Oh?" Ms. Drake sounded interested. She gestured to the space on the counter next to her where several vegetables sat, a chopping knife in front of them. "Chop those." She then continued as Flora obeyed, "This boy; you like him?
Flora sighed, blushing as she chopped. "Well, yeah. That's why they're all teasing me."
"Does he like you?" This was why Flora liked her mother so much. The questions were asked without any inflection, and it was all taken one step at a time.
"I think so..." Flora murmured, pausing her chopping. "I mean, he was the one who suggested the extra practice." She continued chopping as she added, "And I never see him really talk to anyone, but he talks to me all the time."
Ms. Drake hummed a moment, showing she was thinking. There was a brief silence that felt natural rather than awkward. "Do others think he likes you?" she finally asked.
Flora nodded. "Yeah, a lot of people have said that to me."
"That's why they tease you." This was a statement. Flora hummed her approval of the assumption. "Hm. Guess I'll get to meet him tonight." And that conversation was finished.
Flora was washing dishes when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Rose's voice sounded over the spray of water, though it was pointless since their mother was out back, tending to the garden, while Flora was cleaning dishes.
Suddenly, Flora started, and she whirled around to look at the time on the oven.
6:45. Right on the money.
She heard Rose's distinct chattering as the girl got closer to the living room again. Flora felt horrible because she had completely gotten sidetracked and had actually forgotten he was coming. Of course, she still had to finish the dishes, so she hoped Rose would keep him preoccupied without bothering him.
Flora found out that she didn't have to worry the moment she entered the living room a few minutes later to see Helia sitting beside the girl, both of them laughing at something that had happened on the show. Flora smiled, watching the two for a moment. It would have been longer had Helia not looked over and spotted her. He stood and started toward her, but she had started toward him as well, so they met somewhere in the middle.
"Hey. Sorry that I didn't answer the door, but I was cleaning dishes."
"I know; Rose told me. And don't worry. That's one of my favorite Avatar: The Last Airbender episodes. Your little sister's got good taste," Helia commented, grinning. "So, where are we going to do this?"
Flora hadn't actually gotten around to that bit of planning, so she was at a loss before Rose spoke up. "You can use this room. My show's off, and I was planning to go to the neighbor's house." The little girl got up, smiling at Helia. "It was nice meeting you, Helia."
"It was nice to meet you, too, Rose," Helia told the little girl. "Maybe next time I can come earlier, and we can watch a full episode."
"That sounds great! Bye!" Rose waved, giggling, and left the room.
And now they were alone. Flora shifted nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "So, uhm, where do we want to start?"
Helia smiled at how awkward Flora still seemed. Normally, he would have found it irritating, but with her he just couldn't. There wasn't anything annoying about her. And she had just asked him a question. Right. "Well, I realized that there were only two songs in which we both sang and danced. The rest of them only one of us sings in, or we don't sing at all."
Flora blinked before shrugging. "We can work on those two songs, I guess. And then we can work on the lines again."
"Sounds good to me. So, do you want to do 'Without Love' or 'You Can't Stop the Beat' first?" Helia inquired.
"Don't both of those have more than just the two of us, though?" Flora asked, frowning as she blinked confusedly.
"Yes, but almost all the songs do, and we can learn how long we have to pause before we sing again," Helia answered.
"Oh. That makes sense," Flora agreed, nodding. She then recalled his previous question. "And I guess we'll go in order, so 'Without Love' first."
"'As you wish.'(1)" Helia smiled and winked.
"Are you sure you're okay, Helia?" Flora fretted, biting down on her lower lip. Helia nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing in his head. "I'm so sorry..."
"Flora, that has to be at least the twentieth time you've apologized," Helia told her, chuckling. "I'm okay. I promise. And it's not your fault. We both should've noticed it was a hazard."
"I know, but you wouldn't have fallen at all if I hadn't messed up that step," Flora murmured. She felt horrible again.
"I've learned life will always have its way of getting something to happen. If not tonight, then it would've been tomorrow," Helia answered, struggling to keep his vision clear as he sat up. He hated sitting down with her around, so lying down was out of the question.
"Flora, sweetie, what's going on in here?"
Helia looked up to see a woman with the same hair color and face (minus the shape and color of the eyes) as Flora. Definitely her mother.
Flora winced. "We were practicing some of the choreography, and I messed up, causing Helia to trip and hit his head on the coffee table."
Ms. Drake smiled, shaking her head. "You should've moved the table, honey."
Flora sighed, "I know."
Ms. Drake walked up to the couch, leaning over slightly as she said, "Let me take a look at the damage." She pulled the boy's hand down, taking the hand towel and ice pack away from him as she lightly probed the tender area with her fingers. "Go get me a flashlight from the kitchen, will you, Flora?"
If Helia hadn't been watching the brunette teen, he never would have known she'd gone to do her mother's bidding. Wincing as the woman grazed a tender spot on his head a bit too hard, he asked, "Are you a doctor or something?"
Ms. Drake laughed, though there was a sad undertone to it. "Oh, dear me, no. My husband was, and I picked up a lot of helpful skills from him before he died. Flora used to get hurt all the time."
Helia froze. That was an unexpected piece of information to have dropped in his lap. "I'm sorry for your loss."
Ms. Drake smiled faintly, nostalgically. She usually hated to hear those words, but she could see this boy meant it by the way he held her gaze and by the expression in his gray eyes. "It happened several years ago. It changed Flora a lot, but she's definitely much better now. Her friends have helped her immensely."
Helia couldn't help but smile at the thought of Flora around her two old and two new friends. She always looked so happy, and there was just this glow about her that he always wanted to see far more often than he did.
Helia blinked as a light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he realized Flora was back and had given her mother the flashlight. He wondered if he'd looked like an idiot for a couple of seconds but threw out the idea as Ms. Drake started moving her index finger to one side and then to the other. He followed it obediently with his eyes.
Ms. Drake finally clicked the flashlight off and nodded, satisfied. "You don't seem to have a concussion, but that's one nasty bump. Did you drive here?"
Helia shook his head gingerly. "My uncle brought me."
"Well, I'm going to take you home in about... ten minutes. Flora, in five minutes, I want you to help him to the car. You are not to let him get up until then." Ms. Drake stood again and headed out of the living room.
There was silence for a long minute as Helia studied Flora, feeling as though he'd invaded her right to privacy. Her mother had just dropped that on him so suddenly, and it felt... wrong.
Flora broke the silence first. "Don't look at me like that." Helia blinked and then really looked at her, noticed how guarded she was with her arms folded across her abdomen. He then looked into her emerald green eyes, frowning. "I heard my mom talking. The kitchen's right through that door."
Helia couldn't keep from saying, "I don't feel sorry for you." Then he frowned. "Well, I do, but not the way you think."
"You were giving me the same look everyone else did at the time," Flora protested.
"Guilt?" Helia questioned. "Seems like an odd look for all those people to give."
"Pity," Flora contradicted.
"I was feeling guilty. Because your mom just laid it on me. I would've felt better about it if you had told me since it would have been your choice then. This way sucks," Helia sighed. Flora didn't respond for a moment, and he blurted, "Besides, I know how it feels. I lost both my parents when I was ten." Yeah, that was way too much information.
Flora blinked, her brows furrowing. "I'm sorry." It was spoken so softly, he almost thought he'd imagined her saying it. Almost, but not quite.
"Thanks," he answered, smiling softly at her. She returned the smile before she seemed to realize something and she frowned, walking toward him. "What are you—oh. Five minutes are up?"
"Yes." She held her arm out for him to take, but he pushed it away and pushed himself up. "Helia, my mom told me to help you."
"I'm fine, Flora, really." He started to walk, but she grabbed onto his arm.
"Don't be all macho on me, Helia. I can't stand that." Her face brightened considerably as he chose to use her for support. "Thank you."
"My head started hurting again."
"Wait. Your ice pack." Flora leaned over the back of the couch and grabbed the ice pack and hand towel. Handing them to him, she told him, "Put the ice pack on without the towel covering it for right now." She grinned at him as he obliged. "You listen very well."
"I know not to challenge the wrath of a woman," he teased as they headed down the small hallway to the door to the garage. He watched Flora as she reached up with her free hand to press the button for the garage door to go up. He tried not to balance too much on her as they headed down the steps, but upon reaching the landing, he stumbled over something sticking out beside the steps. The result was him almost making a fool of himself again, but Flora steadied him before he fell. This was definitely one of his most embarrassing hours.
"You okay?" Flora asked, looking up at him worriedly.
"Yeah. All good." He smiled down at her to show he really was fine.
Flora blinked as she felt a blush starting. Why did he have to steal her breath away with a smile? It wasn't fair. It didn't help that she could feel his breath fanning against her face. "Uhm, let me help you into the car. It can be..." Her heart raced as Helia's hand released her arm and instead came up to cup her chin. "Uhm, Helia, what're you...?"
He chuckled, his thumb feathering along her jaw as his other hand (the one holding the ice pack and towel) dropped to his side. God, she was beautiful. He'd give anything to paint her the way she was right now: flushed, nervous, and just a touch frightened mixed with what he believed (and hoped) was anticipation. "I'm going to kiss you." He saw no use in not answering her question, and now he'd warned her, so it was fair.
He watched her eyes widen before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. He could feel the heat emanating from her face, and he tried not to smile. When she leaned into him, he circled her waist with the arm that had dropped uselessly to his side. And then he felt the rush of pleasure and relief. He'd wanted to do this for weeks, and now, finally, he was. As far as he was concerned, it was heaven. As his lips moved gently against hers, he inhaled deeply, catching the scent of strawberries and chocolate(2). It suited Flora so well; he honestly couldn't imagine her having any different scent.
Knowing her mother would be coming out soon, Helia slowly started pulling back, his lips lingering on hers for another moment before he lifted his head. His eyes took in everything: her wide, innocent eyes; her pink lips parted as her breath expelled in soft pants; her face flushed from something other than embarrassment; and the glow he'd always wanted her to have around him, because of him. He smiled down at her, then took a step back.
Flora scrambled to collect her thoughts, and to avoid making a fool out of herself, she turned around, fiddling with the car door and trying to open it. The garage felt way too warm, and she could still feel the heat from Helia's body. She could barely remember to breathe, and probably couldn't have told anyone her name. Though she could definitely tell them Helia's.
She swallowed, wondering if he felt as addled as she did. Probably not, but it made her feel better to think so.
She eventually got the door to open and turned around to tell Helia to get in, but she didn't have to since he easily slipped in. She opened her mouth to say something when he smiled at her. "Sorry. But I got a bit light-headed after that." He winked at her again, and she fought off a blush.
"You two, wrap it up. We need to be going," Ms. Drake announced her arrival as she closed the door to the house.
Flora started but looked back at Helia as she heard his voice. "Good night, Flora. Sleep well."
She smiled cutely at him. "Good night, Helia. Mind the head injury."
"That would have worked better without the wince," Helia advised, grinning. Flora laughed and nodded to show she knew.
"Door," Ms. Drake sighed. "And make sure Rose is in bed for me, will you?"
"Of course, mom. See you tomorrow, Helia." Flora shut the door quietly and then walked back up the steps to her house, pausing as she watched them pull out of the garage. When she stepped inside and closed the door, she smiled widely, bringing her hand up to touch her lips.
Her first kiss. It hadn't been in the most romantic place or anything (she'd never planned it in a garage) nor was it following a romantic evening (she'd even tripped him on accident and caused his head to slam into a table), but it had been perfect, anyway.
The fact that she now knew for sure how Helia felt was just a bonus.
Giggling, Flora headed further into the house, heading toward Rose's room. 'And I can't wait to tell the girls.'
1- Name that movie and who said it, and I'll tell you your hint for the 10th chapter. ^-^
2- Chocolate may seem random to you, but originally it had been cherry blossoms, and I wasn't happy with it. So I asked Sarah, and we obviously got onto a tangent (cream was even suggested) and she was like, "Hey! Chocolate's a plant! It comes from the cacao(3) tree!" So it became chocolate. Lol.
3- "Cacao" is how it's really spelled. I looked it up. XD
AND NOW FOR REVIEWS:
terri gray- Well, dearest, I plan on finishing the story. No worries there. Just be patient. ;D
Silver Crown- Lol. Well, they won't be here for another two chapters, I think. Like, not the next one we post, but the one after that. ^_~ And we're putting a slight twist on them, too. I don't think people give them enough credit.
laceywinx1009- Okay, this has been, like, one of my favorite reviews so far. XDD I loved it, and Sarah laughed so hard. Bloom and Sky's kissing scenes will come. Soon. I promise. Just keep reading.
lulubell1234- You, I am sending a PM to later. Not now because, well, I don't have the time. Have to get ready. But I wanted to tell you two things: 1- Tecna and Timmy both will be in here more often, I hope. I'm trying to include them, but every time I do, I forget to write about some other character, so it's a lose-lose situation with all this. But there will be a whole chapter for TnT. ;)
And 2- The quote happened in this chapter, not the last one. So you've still got the chance to find out the amazing info for the 10th chapter.
Well, that's it for now, guys! See ya next week.
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