flickerwings.

Four.

“They go we go, I want you to know what I did I did.”

The frightened fairy whimpered as she watched her boyfriend search restlessly in the back of his computer. She was silently praying he wouldn’t find her, but she was pretty fucked at this point. To her dismay, he found her. His hands grabbed her body and she meeped in protest, fluffing out her tail.

“Gotcha,” she smirked, grinning as if he had caught a perfect-natured legendary in Pokemon HeartGold. He pulled his hand out from the darkness and opened his palm.

A little pink-haired, kitty-eared fairy stared at him with wide eyes.

He stared back.

She stared some more.

He stared.

She stared.

He blinked. he blinked ten more times in disbelief. What the fuck..? Was he high? No, he was completely sober. Was that…thing real? Curious, he poked the top of her head gently.

She meeped.

That voice. That adorable little meep. Where had he heard it before? It was so familiar, so cute that it made him laugh everytime he heard it. Everytime- everytime his girlfriend made the same exact noise. He opened his mouth in shock over this connection, and brought her up to his face so she was eye-level with him.

“….Courtney?”

Balls. Balls balls balls balls balllllllllllls. He recognized her. He fucking recognized her. She sat in his palm, ears flattening. She bit her lip and looked at him. Well, there was no denying it now. He knew it was her. Sighing, she nodded her head sadly.

“Eli…” she finally answered, lowering her gaze. His eyes widened a bit and he blinked again.

“What happened?” He questioned softly, tilting his head to the side like a cute puppy dog.

“I…um…” she stuttered, biting her lip. “Um.. I.. I drank this weird soda, and then.. um… I felt weird, and then my hair started to like, turn pink and um.. uhhh, then I went to leave and passed out and… and..” she shivered, looking down at her feet. Oh, god, this was the end. Her doom. “and-and-and now I’m like this and I don’t know what’s going on and I’m so sorry and I love you and-and-and-“

He silenced her with a soft kiss. “Shh,” he whispered. It’s okay. We’ll fix it.” He smiled sweetly.

She blinked in surprise, uncovering her eyes. He wasn’t mad? He didn’t hate her? She wasn’t being fed to his kitty cat for din-din? lolwut? She stared, awe-struck by his…calmness.

“…But how?” she mewed, curling her tail around her body protectively. His face turned to a pondering expression and he glanced at the monitor.

“The internet knows everything,” he stuck out his tounge playfully. She smiled lightly.

“You so crazy Eli. I like it.” she giggled. Feeling adventurous, she dashed up his arm and sat on his shoulder, crossing his legs. “To Google!” she commanded. He laughed and sat down at his desk, opening up his browser. He began to type when the sound of a stomach rumbling echoed through the bedroom.

Silence.

“Are you hungry?” He smirked. Her face turned redder than her usual hair color, and she laughed nervously. He sighed and sat up, making his way to the kitchen. he felt her tug on his shirt for support and smiled. Reaching the kitchen, she stopped and held out his palm, letting her on-board, then lowered her to the counter. “Stay there,” he ordered her, tapping her lightly on the head. She made a pouty face at him and scrunched up her nose, sticking out her tongue. “Be good.”

“Hmph.” She stuck her nose into the air and sat on the counter, waiting obediently. Eli was navigating the fridge, searching for food.

“I heard that,” he warned, wagging his finger at her. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”

She turned her head and crossed her arms. “How am I cute? I’m a fucking fairy,” she grumbled.

“Well you’re a cute fairy,” he retorted, “and I love you no matter what.” She blushed upon hearing this and smiled weakly. What a lovely boyfriend she had. Normally she would giggle and hug him, planting a kiss on his lips. But she couldn’t do that in her current size. She pouted, wishing she wasn’t so little.

Just as she thought about it, she felt dizzy and everything shot upwards. Her mind boggled from the headrush. Blinking to clear away the haze, she gasped upon learning that she was back to normal. She checked the top of her head. No kitty ears. She looked behind her. No tail. No wings. Red hair. Yay!

“Do you want Frosted Flakes with milk or some pizza- Whoa,” Eli turned around, jumping back in surprise at his girlfriend sitting crossed-legged on the counter. “…Well that was quick.”

She blushed again. “Yeah, I guess,” she agreed. “That was…crazy.” With that, she hopped off the counter, giving him the hugest hug he had ever recieved in his life. “I love you Eli,” she purred, laying her head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. He smiled and stroked her red locks, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you too Courtney,” he replied, squeezing her lightly and smiling. Her heart fluttered. What a insane day. Her face became redder upon thinking about everything that happened to her. A make-out session with Eli upon her arrival, then she gets turned into a fairy, and he still loves her. Her face became hotter as thoughts whirled in her head.

“Nice kitty ears,” Eli suddenly remarked, snapping her out of her daze. She blinked. Whaa? Looking behind her, she saw a tail swishing about, and her boyfriend was poking one of the cat ears which had just decided to appear. her face flushed with embarassment. Eeep!

He laughed softly upon seeing her face. “I still think you look cute,” he reasurred her. She opened her mouth to protest but he silenced her by putting his finger on her lips. “Kitty ears or not, I still love you.”

“Butbutbut, I’m a cat!” she whined, twiddling her thumbs. “and if they keep popping out everytime I get embarassed, what will I do?” He shifted her feet nervously.

“But you’re my kitty-cat,” he patted her on the head. “and I’ll hide them. Like this.” He leaned in closer to her and poked one of her ears, folding it against her hair while embracing her. She blushed and looked up at him in surprise, only to be met by a tender kiss.  She sighed hapilly and hugged him tight.

Everything was okay, and she really fucking loved him.

youwillheartheshrillesthighsandlowestlowswiththewindowsdown…

Xylophones at 5:45 AM meant it was time for school. Yawning sleepilly, Courtney stretched her body and leaped off her bed, silencing her iPod and sashaying to the bathroom. After last night’s insane fantasy events she and Eli had had a full-on three hour makeout session and laid together in harmony, whispering sweet nothings and giggling over nerdy things. She hummed to herself as she threw on skinny jeans, a blue striped tank-top, her favorite black pleather jacket and clipped her Pokewalker onto her pocket. After fixing her hair and going about her daily morning routine, she was walking down the hallways of her school, racing to reach the cafeteria. Her face turned a tint of pink just thinking about Eli’s adorable smile, and her footsteps began to speed up with determination. She swung open the doors to the cafeteria.

Voila!

Eli sat at the usual table, alone, wearing a hat and prodding the stylus on his DS. He glanced up from his Pokemon battle to deliver a grin to her. She smiled in return and hugged him tightly, kissing him on the lips.

“Hi hi,” she chirped, sitting down next to him. He kissed her on the cheek. “Hi, hi.” She leaned in to see what he was up to on his DS. His Tyranitar was currently beating up an unsuspecting level 23 slowpoke, and she smirked. “You Pokemon nerd,” she teased.

“You Pokemon nerdette,” he shot back, sticking his tongue out. She rolled her eyes, defeated, and noticed a certain blue-eyed, tall boy with skinny jeans and a layered red t-shirt join their table, slumping down his purple backpack.

“Hey Tom,” Eli greeted his friend, who nodded in response then left as quicly as he arrived to grab breakfast. The curly-haired boy looked at his girlfriend, making the ever-adorable oichowitis expression, then smiling.

She smiled back, poking his left leg and fixing the contents of her large gray purse. So much stuff. She noticed students leaving the cafeteria and assumed that the bell had rung. Eli noticed as well and stood up, clasping her hand in his and making his way out the door. She leaned against his arm. She felt a surge of power holding her adorable boyfriend’s hand. Look at me bitches, she thought, look at me and my fucking cute boyfriend. I’m a senior, bitches! Eli stopped before the other doors and turned to face her, pulling her in for a hug.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into her ear. She grinned a coy smile and kissed him lovingly on his Dr. pepper chap-sticked lips, then released her hand and turned to strut down the walkway to building 3. She wished she could walk with him to classes, but seeing him in-between was fine with her. She casually placed her earbuds into her ears and clicked the play button on her iPod, causing a flurry of techno remixes to surge into her eardrums. She strolled  past sophomores making out with their boyfriends in a display of attention, and waved to familiar faces in the hallway. Her student aide badge clinked with each step she took, and envious underclassmen gazed at it, some recognizing her from aiding their 4th block classes.

She pushed open the doors to building two and started to head up the stairs, noticing Tom on the other side walking in the same direction. She clicked the volume up and notch and walked wtih swagger, passing him and entering building three. Seniors lined the hallway, chatting idly to friends about Prom or racing to their AP classes. She eyed Carl talking to Dena at her locker.

“Caaaarrrrrlll,” she greeted him in a familiar tone used by a certain dismayed llama on Youtube. he turned and grinned. “You’re just terrible today.”

“I know, I have a serious problem,” he replied, getting the reference. She smiled, content the exchange that they utter daily, and waltzed into AP Microeconomics.

Three.

Even worse was the pair of flickering wings on her back.

She covered her face in horror. This had to be a bad dream. Or a even worse trip. So she woke up after fainting to find herself with wings and kitty ears, what else could go wrong? She pursed her lips and looked up to find herself turning pale.

Everything was huge. The hallway now seemed to stretch for miles, and the doorknob to her boyfriend’s room loomed above her, mocking her size. The kitchen was now a city of counters and the couch towered above her. She meeped weakly. She was Alice in Wonderland..err, her boyfriend’s home. She pinched her right cheek and hoped that she would be waking up in her room, completely normal, laughing off the bizarre dream she had. But no, it wasn’t a dream, she really was a cat-eared 2 inch fucking fairy.

To make matters worse, she heard the doorknob above her click and turn, and thundering footsteps resonate from the ground. She turned to see…

…her giant boyfriend peeking out from his bedroom, curious about the thud he heard a moment ago. His eyes darted around in investigation.

Well, shit.

he was tall before, but this was ridiculous. Not wanting to be seen by him in this state, the kitty-girl bolted for the couch, seeking shelter and solace. She breathed heavily, eyes darting around and changing color from a pale green to an anxious yellow due to her emotions. She muttered a silent prayer that he would not find her like this. If he did, she would be fucked. She was already fucked, but why would he want to date some freak like her?

He shrugged before retreating back into his bedroom, muttering to himself. “…Thought I saw something.” She heard him leave the hallway, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was gone. She was undiscovered! She smiled weakly and turned to find herself face to face with his monster of a cat.

…Double shit.

Not wanting to be meow mix, she turned and raced toward the bedroom door, screeching in horror. The cat hissed in pursuit, and the fairy’s ears folded back in fear. She lunged for his computer, flattening herself against the monitor, holding her breath. The feline growled and searched the room, her long tail swishing back and forth in determination. The boyfriend cocked his head in confusion of his pet cat and reached down to grab her. He stroked her raven fur soothingly as she hissed in retort. “Zoe, what’s wrong?” he cooed. “is there a bug in here? What are you hunting?” He stroked her fur until she calmed down and began to purr in relaxation, then released his hold on her, letting his pet pad away to the kitchen.

The fairy finally let herself breathe again, slouching down against the cool dark monitor. Her entire body trembled with fear, and her eyes flickered to a somber aqua color. He covered her head with her hands, shaking her head. Why? Why was this happening to her? What the hell was in that soda? She had joke about magical smoothies before but a soda can? That was just a bitch move.

Her ears flattened against her head as she pulled her knees in closer, hugging her legs. She shut her eyes angrily. Her boyfriend would never want to be with her like this. Why would he want to date some freak like her? She would be alone, left to be lost in her now fucked-up world, or eaten by his cat, or left to die. A tear cascaded down her cheek, and a soft sob escaped her lips. She shuddered as she cried softly, wishing this wasn’t happening to her.

Her boyfriend laid on his bed, raising an eyebrow as he thought he heard crying. He shrugged it off, blaming it on the wind or whatever. He slid his iPhone out of his pocket and his fingers began to race furiously across the touch-screen.

The fairy was still crying when she felt her cellphone vibrate in her pocket. Sniffing, she reached for it and checked the screen to see a new text message.

“I hope you feel better <3 I miss you =[“ Her boyfriend had just texted her. She blushed and peeked out from behind the monitor, eying his resting figure on the bed. He closed his eyes and sighed, then opened an eye. He could have sworn he heard something vibrate. He checked his phone, but it wasn’t the culprit. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What the hell? First a thud, then a scream, then crying and now a cellphone vibration? Something was up.

She slid her phone back into her pocket and continued to clutch her legs together, thinking about her doomed fate. He carefully moved across his bed, eyes darting around everywhere. Either it was his imagination or something…something was in his room. He pushed back pieces of paper and his Xbox 360 controller, then moved his hand around his desk, searching. The fairy noticed this and held back a yelp of surprise, and huddled closer into the back of the monitor, watching her boyfriend’s huge hand reach around in the darkness. Her heart raced faster with each swipe.

“Please don’t find me,” she whispered to herself, eyes brimming with tears. “Please don’t find me…”

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Two.

“Don’t keep my loving on my mind.” A soft whisper eh-echoed in a warmly-lit kitchen. Bare feet padded across the tiled floor, and the asymmetrical redhead spun to the fridge door. Pale hands gripped the doors and threw them open, revealing an armada of food and beverages. Green eyes flickered playfully to each drink, and she tapped her finger to her lips, finally settling on a can of soda.

“Cause its messy, yes this mess is miiiineee…” She whisper-sung as she pranced to her room, sipping her soda absentmindedly. She did a quick glance in the mirror.”Look we have similar stitches,” she murmured, “look we have similar frowns.” Another sip of her soda. “Did you see the words you wrote? Give me rabies, bring your babies from the hospital.” She slipped on silver flipflops and swiped mascara on her eyelashes. She texted her boyfriend to tell him she was ready to go, then sipped her drink after shutting her phone shut. The soda tasted…off, sure, but whatever. It was probably just stale or something after being unused in the garage all the time.She stuck her tongue out in distaste, then tossed the bad can away, grabbing her gray purse and heading out the door to see her lovely boyfriend’s red car pull up. She grinned as she opened the passenger-side door and slid in, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

Mwah, mwah!

“Hello handsome,” she purred, buckling her seat belt as he drove down the hill from her neighborhood. “I missed you all day.” His green eyes (which matched hers) settled on hers and he smiled adorably.

“I missed you too beautiful,” he replied softly, turning the wheel of his car. “What do you want to do?” She glanced at her for a moment before reverting his eyes back to the road.

“I’unno,” she mumbled, shifting through her purse for a piece of gum. “Watch a movie on Netflix or whatever?” She popped a piece of Orbit in her mouth and checked her phone for a text from Twitter.

“Sounds good,” he concurred, driving past Publix and nearing his home. She smiled and glanced out the window. She felt weird. It wasn’t just a stomach-ache, it was…odd. Her whole body tingled a bit and she could feel her heart race a bit. Maybe it was just butterflies from being with him. Yeah, that was it. Butterflies.

His car pulled up to his driveway and she stepped out, feeling the crisp breeze and sighing. Turning around, she embraced her boyfriend in a loving hug, gazing into his green eyes. Grasping his hand, he led her into his home, past his black cat and into his dark blue bedroom.

shedoesntknowthatileftmyurgeintheicebox.

She laid upside down on his soft bed, eyes-half-closed and watching Moulin Rogue on the tv screen. He laid next to her, tenderly placing little kisses on her neck and cheek every so often, entwining her little fingers with his. She smiled back at him, then closed her eyes for a moment. God, she felt weird. She placed her free hand on her forehead, sighing deeply. His green eyes crossed from the tv to look at her, and is eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, worry showing in his face. Her eyelids flickered open slowly, and she nodded weakly. Just a headache. and a stomachache. and shivers down her body. Shivers? Shivers. Shivers shivers shivers-

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered, siting up clumsilly and making her way to his bathroom, clutching her head. She closed the door and gazed into the mirror. She looked fine. She didn’t feel fine, but she looked fine. Pale green eyes, mascara on her eyelashes, lipbalm on her lips, pink streaks in her red hair-

Wait, what?

her eyes widened in confusion as she leaned in toward the mirror. Pink? Her hair wasn’t pink. It was quite red, although faded since the last dying, but pink? She stared and grasped a strand of hair in her fingers examining it closely. Maybe it was the sun. Maybe it was some weird fading effect of the dye she used. Maybe it was completely normal, like the rest of her. Same green eyes, same lips, same nose, same pointed ears-

…No, not the same pointed fucking ears. She pushed her hair out of the way for a closer look. They looked Vulcan-like. Her ears were not normal. And neither was her pink hair, which…seemed to be spreading ever-so-slowly. More strands of pink began to cancel out her red strands.

“What the fuck,” she growled at her reflection. She heard her boyfriend call her name outside, and clenched her teeth. “Fuck fuck fuckkk.” He couldn’t see her like that. Thank god for hats. She pulled out a brown beanie and placed it atop her head, covering her ears and most of her pink hair. Sighing, she stepped out of the bathroom to find her boyfriend standing there, looking worried.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling her into a hug. She accepted it and stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on the lips. God, he was so adorable. She nodded slowly and made her way back to his bed, crashing upon it and savoring the softness of his blankets. he put an arm around her and laid next to her whispering sweet words and stroking her hair. Her heart began to race even faster now. She felt his fingers try to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ears. Her ears. Oh, shit.

She jerked upright, wide-eyed and covering her head. He blinked a few times in shock.

“What— what’s wrong? Are you okay? You’re acting weird. Please, tell me what’s wrong,” he gave her the puppy-dog look, pouting his lips then showing true concern. She shook her head.

“I.. I don’t feel good. I have to go,” she mumbled, grasping for her phone. He frowned.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” He offered.

“No, it’s fine, I have a ride,” she started to text her mother, the snapped her phone shut and grabbed her bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she promised, kissing him on the lips. She had to get home and figure out what the fuck was wrong with her and fix it before he found out. He kissed her back, pulling her into a long hug, and she buried her head into his shoulder. “I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you too,” he replied gently. She took a few steps toward his bedroom door and glanced back at him, sighed and walked out, closing the door behind her. The house was empty except for him and his cat, and she took a step foward.

Her eyes rolled upwards and suddenly, darkness.

Hopingwordscould,hopingwordscouldmoveyou…ihopedthatwordscouldmoveyou.

One.

A shrill sample of keynotes rose from a silver iPod Touch on a light wood dresser, threatening to ensue with louder frequency if the owner did not cease its operation. With a slight groan, lithe legs lifted from the mass of covers and pillows and strolled lazilly over to the alarm, a pale fingernail sliding across the LCD screen, silencing the noise. All was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning and the sudden meowing of a tabby cat entering the room. The girl ran her fingers through her unruly red locks, freshly-dyed from a session with her best friend the previous day. Her right hand reached up to rub her light green eyes, batting away the night. She tapped the iPod screen gently to reveal the time: 5:45 AM.

Another groan.

The pale redhead casually moved into the bathroom, flicking the light switch and causing her light green eyes to flinch at the sudden drench of pouring white light. Once the invasion of brightness was considered stable, she closed the door behind her with a click, reopening it about five minutes later, hands smelling of warm vanilla sugar soap. Flipping the switch on the lamp near her, she hungrilly threw open her closet doors, revealing an armada of outfits waiting patiently before her.

Decisions, Decisions.

After fumbling with the pile of jeans for a minute, she settled on rummaging deeper and pulling out  a pear of gray skinnys. Eyes glancing upwards, she quickly found a simple black t-shirt to wear. Turning her head, she marched over to her bookshelf, pushing aside a few scarves and finding the perfect accessory: a layered green and brown scarf to toss around her neck. After undressing and redressing, she examined her reflection in the mirror.

Average height, average weight, asymmetrically cropped red hair, bright green eyes (which needed mascara), blemished skin. her expressionless lips furled into a frown, then a grimace as she poked her stomach and arched her back. She would have to remind herself to count the calories that day. Or at least do some exercise before going to bed. She wanted to be 110 pounds badly. Maybe if she ate too much by accident, she could just purge it all later on. She’d blast Banshee Beat by Animal Collective to cover the noise, and pop a mint in her mouth to disguise the act further. Then she’d refuse to even come near the kitchen for the rest of the evening, in fear of finding something so delicious and irresistible she would have to repeat the process again.

It was gross and the feeling of acid in her throat wouldn’t be pleasant, but neither was being a fatass.

“Someone in my dictionary’s up to no good,” she murmured in a breathy tone, the song she envisioned in her future playing in her mind. “The words, they sting like stumps of old wasps.” She ducked out into the bathroom, opening a cabinet door and fetching a jar of concealer and some mascara. “So I duck out, go down to the find the swimming pool….” She sang softly, dabbing makeup on her skin. Hiding her imperfections. Perfection, perfection. Flaws, flawless. “Hop a fence, down the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.” After her skin was fine, she closed the lid of the concealer and opened the mascara tube, plunging the brush into the black liquid then up to her eyelashes. She brushed the mascara on dilligently, expertly.

“Then either way you look at it, you have your fits, I have my fits but feeling is good.”

After brushing her teeth with mint toothpaste, popping two vitamins into her mouth and straightening the longer side of her red locks, she tugged on a gray suede boot and flipped open her cell phone, fingers furiously typing a good morning message to her boyfriend. Snapping the cover shut, she moved over to her iPod, unplugging it from its charger and placing two white earbuds into her ears, leaving the iPod istelf snug in her left pocket. She grabbed her gray tote, swung it over her shoulders and headed out the door into the crisp Floridian breeze.

Minutes later, she was walking down the white halls of her high school, her student aide badge jingling with each step in tune with her scarf. Phone in hand, she texted her boyfriend throughout the morning, headed to the cafeteria to see him. She glanced up to wave hello to a friend in the hallway, then pushed open the doors of the building and strolled down the pavement to the cafeteria.

Heartbeat increasing in three, two…one.

A smile crept onto her lips as she eyed him. Tall with fair skin, olive green eyes glancing up to acknowledge her entrance, curly brown hair hidden behind a hat. An adorable grin matched her coy smile, and her fair skin turned a shade of pink. God, he was perfect. She has always thought he was cute before, but now as of a week ago he was all hers, hers, hers. That cute grin, those sweet green eyes, that wit, that sense of humor, that aura of awesomeness surrounding him, and the knowing that she would spend three hours with him in a gymnasium for the rest of the morning.

Good morning, sunshine.

“Hey,” she giggled, taking a seat next to his, blushing when his eyes met hers. She stowed away her iPod and phone and popped two pieces of mint gum into her mouth. Always two, never just one. One was too few. He smiled and returned the greeting, and the couple chit-chatted about the lack of student sin the cafeteria. Judging by the lack of seniors, the rest of their class skipped that day, opting for sleep in until 11 when testing was over or missing the entire day completely. She nodded in agreement when a a red shadow passed by them, sitting down next to her boyfriend. The figure was male, with bright blue eyes and wavy brown hair. A red flannel shirt covered his torso and he set his purple backpack onto the table. The two men greeted each other and she turned away, popping another piece of mint gum in her mouth. A bell rang across the room, and the three stood up, unsure of where to move.

“Um…where do seniors go?” The boyfriend asked, arching an eyebrow. He looked towards his friend, who shrugged and smirked in response, then at his petite girlfriend. She shrugged as well.

“I heard we go to the gym,” she confessed, “but that’s all I know.” Nodding, the boyfriend connected hands with hers - causing a slew of butterflies to erupt in her stomach- and led her outside. It was damp out, and he approached an administrator, asking where seniors go. The two noted that they had to part separate ways, and she frowned, but gave him a long, lasting hug. She moved quickly outside to a building far away, skipped upstairs and made it into the classroom only to be told to go to the gymnasium.

Typical.

Sighing, she turned around and started from where she came from, whipping out her phone and texting her boyfriend and updating him on where to go. Her heart leaped at the realization that they would still spend three hours together. Three beautiful hours. She giggled just thinking about it.

TO BE CONTINUED