Pretty Little Lies
Third Prompt: Pizza
Word Count (Minus A/Ns): 580 Words
Selina might've liked Bloom, but it never failed to amaze her how oblivious her friend was.
How couldn't she know? It seemed impossible. Fairies were always said to sense dark magic. How had she never picked up on Selina? Or her mother?
Of course, she hadn't realized Bloom was a fairy until a week ago. Until then, she'd thought she was another witch.
The signs all lined up. Strange affinity to magic long after puberty sets in, antisocial tendencies, unknown family origins, unusual encounters with things they couldn't explain. Mother said magic was collecting in this town, a type that hadn't been seen on Earth for centuries. That was what she did for a living, travel across the globe searching for other witches.
Mother had seen the magic in Bloom from the second they'd moved in. Since then she'd been eager to be around Bloom, try to find definitive proof she was magical. Apparently it was difficult to tell with kids because they hadn't developed. Selina never really understood her explanation for that.
Bloom interrupted her thoughts, pulling a box of pizza out of the fridge and asking if she wanted any. Selina just nodded.
She'd never seen a fairy before. Mother said they went extinct, and the only place to find them was too far away for any witch to travel, and too much trouble besides.
Selina stared at the girl across from her, accepting the food she was offered.
Mother had also said they were self-obsessed, pampered brats who never faced hardship in life. With what she'd seen, Bloom was just a normal young girl. One who never seemed to emotionally mature, perhaps, but maybe fairy brains grew differently.
And Bloom was... nice to her. Selina didn't like to admit it, but she didn't get along with anyone close to her age. Even adults seemed to look at her twice. They took notice of the way she spoke, how she never played with others, or the way bad things always happened to the boys and girls that teased her. And they hated her for it.
But Bloom never seemed to care. That, or she didn't even notice. She was just happy to have someone who didn't think she was a lunatic for believing in magic. Who cared if she was four years younger? Or the other parents didn't want her within fifty feet of their children?
Bloom had latched onto her from the very start. At first, Selina had liked the idea of having someone to talk to, to not treat her like an outcast all the time. But after awhile, she grew bored. They never did anything fun, just made up stories and talked about what the Magic Dimension must look like.
She wished she could tell her about magic. Even if her mother insisted it wasn't their problem a pixie brat would die before using her power. She wished Bloom could be a witch with her.
Then she smiled. Then again, why couldn't she? Just because her magic was light didn't mean it had to stay that way.
Absently, she reached for the last piece of pizza, only to realize her friend's had was already on top of it.
"Mine," Selina smiled, but let go. It wasn't the pizza she wanted.
A/Ns: Again, I don't know what this is. I just threw it together to get myself in the writing mood. Though really I should be working on Out of the Darkness... ah well.
Meh, I haven't been using the prompts very much lately. Usually I like to put them at the forefront of the story. Here's to something different, I guess.
This drabble was also done for the One-Word Challenge of WCFC. Compliments of forum admin Pani Drswi! You may have realized that I really enjoy combining my challenges. I do it ever chance I get.
Anyhow, thank you to cybercorpesnake, Art Writer III, and Panie Drswi for their kind reviews last chapter, to everyone here for reading, and to all my forum buddies on WCFC. See you on the far side!