Way Back When - Winx Club Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Pictures in my Closet

Brandon woke up with a big headache. He just had another
one of his childhood flashbacks (which he started having just
a few months ago... odd right?)
He got out of bed and walked out of his room and into the
bathroom. Brandon took his toothbrush out, and started
brushing his teeth. After he finished gargling, he stared at
his reflection in the mirror for a couple of minutes.
Brandon had also grown up to be stunning young man. He was
the school it boy, quarterback in football, straight A student,
a flirt, and very handsome! Everybody wanted to either be
Brandon, or be with Brandon. He was the whole package... no
doubt about it!
His brown hair was always perfect, his bangs parting and
covering most of his left eye on his perfectly symmetrical
face. His eyes were pools of chocolate, his voice so soothing
and calm. He had perfect abs, no rolls, and was very
muscular, but not too muscular that it made him look like he
over exercises. He looked completely different compared to
the 6 year old Brandon.
Brandon was now 17 years old, a senior in highschool, going
on to 18. Ever since his best friend moved away 11 years ago,
he made major changes in his life. He no longer ate icecream
every day like they use to. He rarely walked in the park and
sat at their favorite spot by the lake. Instead, he started
hanging out with the boys, playing sports, socializing with
the girls (until he was old enough to flirt...in his case 12
years old), and when he reached the age of 13, he started
working out... BIG TIME!
He walked back into his room and to his closet as he put on a
blue shirt, along with red and white pants that matched his
sports jacket. Just when he was about to leave, something in
the back of his closet caught his eye. He moved some of his
stuff away, and picked up a little picture frame. It was a
picture of Brandon and Stella when they were 6. Stella was
sitting by the lake in a little pink dress with a tiara on her
head eating chocolate icecream. Brandon was sitting next to
her eating vanilla icecream. They both stared into the
camera, happiness gleaming in their eyes.
Brandon put down the frame, and picked up a tiny pink tiara,
and just stared at it. He instantly had a flashback.
Flashback...
"Do you really have to go?" Brandon asked his bestfriend.
"yeah, my mom got a new job in Florida. She says it will help
us buy more icecream!" replied Stella
"but we have good ice cream here" argued Brandon as he
stared at the ground
"I know! I don't want to leave either! But mom says we have
to. We have a whole new life over there!"
"Stella", her mother yelled from the car, "time to go!"
Stella looked at her mom, then turned back to Brandon
"Here, take this, it's something you can remember me by!"
Stella said as she handed Brandon an elegant pink tiara.
"Your lucky tiara?" said Brandon bewildered handing the little
crown back to Stella, "I can't take this"
"yes you can, and you will!" corrected Stella
"Stella!" her mother called out again
"well, I guess I'll be going now! Promise me that you'll come
visit us at my new house so we could eat icecream together
okay!"
"okay"
End of flashback...
Brandon looked down at the small accessory until he couldn't
anymore. He took the picture frame and the tiara, and
stuffed them both in the closet. Without thinking twice,
Brandon took his backpack from his desk, and walked out of
his room and down the stairs. He then exited his house and
walked to school. He didn't even bother to look back. He just
kept walking. He ignored all of the hi's and hello's from the
fellow passerby's.
That photo frame and tiara brought back too many
memories....Too much for Brandon to handle.