Me, Myself and I

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I had waited forever for to hang out with Pixie. But it went all wrong... Gold had proposed to him (a different Gold than the one I kissed btw).
And not just once, but a thousand times. Pixle Red had finally given in and they were engaged! I was heartbroken. In a rage, I made clones of both boys... which somehow made their way inside of me...
After a long dispute, I proposed to Fire. He was in as much of a panic as I had been when my soul mate had said yes to the golden-eyed boy. After bombarding him with my emotions, which were mostly self-degrading, Fire finally built the courage to say yes.
And then came my wedding. It was a joyous day, but I still felt horrible about Pixie. He seemed sad as he played the role of a "father-figure" and walking me down the aisle. He must have been heartbroken to see me run off with his newly discovered long-lost brother. I could completely understand.
At Pixie's house, we were held a party. And that's when a lot of trouble happened. My water broke.
In labor, the guests panicked and had no knowledge on childbirth. Because Fire had no knowledge of my pregnancy, he ha been forced outside to wait while Pixie played doctor. Twenty excruciating minutes later, both clones were born.
Pixie's clone, Blaze and Gold's clone, Ethan, weren't to my particular liking. I gave them to Gold and Pixie because they could never bare children of their own. But I learned to love Blaze (not Ethan because he technically stole my man) as my own.
Red allowed me to babysit the children every now an then while Fire went to sulk in Mt Silver. I needed the company. I had been left alone for so long...
Fire had talked to me about having our own kids, but he said I had been pushing our relationship to a faster pace at which he couldn't handle. We adopted Goldy-Chan and I gave birth to a satan spawn (Cursed_Shadow ) and loved them both so dearly, but I could never share that special moment with Fire. True love. The warmth of a child.
I still talk to Fire, but when he is gone, off somewhere often without me, I'm alone...

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