Way Back When - Winx Club Fanfiction

Chapter 19: Under the Moon-lit Night

Chapter 19: Under the Moon-lit Night

Stella's pov
Running out of the banquet hall and over to the alley in the
back took me no time at all. Sweat and tears were smeared
all over my messed up face that was hidden under my mask,
and my makeup had smudged and ran down the same path
that my tears took, burning my eyes as more mascara and
tears ran through and out of them.
I moved backwards and against the wall, sliding downwards
and onto the ground, much like I had when I found out
that my father was cheating on my mother.
I was drenched in punch, and my dress that took me
forever to find was ruined. I removed the mask on my face
and threw it on the floor, it making a small splash into a
nearby puddle.
I wiped my eyes once again and tried to put my tough face
on. This was no time to be balling my eyes out. I should be in
there, having fun with my friends and drinking punch! Not
having punch thrown on me!
Who does that girl think she is anyways? I should've stood
up to her! Yanked my arm out of her grip and given her a
fist to the face! But what's done is done. The most I could
do is take this to the court as harassment, maybe even get a
restraining order. I really don't want Chimera as close as 8
feet to me anyways!
All of a sudden I heard the creek of the back door open. A
broad figure with in black tux slipped out, and closed the
door quietly behind them.
I turned my face the other way before looking back down,
trying to avoid eye contact.
I didn't get to see who the person was, but their presence
and aura was definitely familiar.
At least I knew one thing that I was sure of. Twice in fact.
The person was definitely not a girl, and I most definitely
knew who the person was.
"What do you want Brandon?" I said aloud, suddenly tired
of the silence that overcame us the past 5 minutes he stood
there with his back facing me.
He turned around slowly, and then all at once.
Walking towards my direction and then sitting across from
me, he took off the mask he was wearing and then threw it
in the same puddle that I threw mine in.
I watched him smooth his chocolate brown hair back again,
him doing this because it got a little ruined with him
removing his black mask.
After a few more minutes of watching him fiddle with a
loose strand of his hair, and then onto his tie, I spoke.
"Enjoyed our little dance?"
Brandon looked up at me. "You knew it was me?"
"Of course" I reply "I'd recognize your posture and your
stench anywhere. Your stench is that pine-woody smell from
that weird cologne you carry around with you all the time.
The only difference is that your stench has doubled. You
must've sprayed it on you more than twenty times."
I saw him smirk a little and look back down. He maintained
his weird little smile even as he began to talk. "So you admit
to smelling me whenever I walk by? Gee Stella, I didn't
think you were that into me." His eyes shot back up at me
with his head remaining a little tilted down. There was a
little playfulness in them, but I wasn't in much of a mood
to play along.
"No. What I meant was that your cologne is so strong, I can
smell it even when you're playing on the football field and
I'm walking to cafeteria."
"Sure, sure" he says while wiggling his eyebrows. I eye him
for just a few more seconds before sitting up a little
straighter, and regain my posture.
"Anyways, you still haven't answered my question. What are
you doing here?" I ask him again.
He answers back quickly. "Shouldn't I be asking you the
same thing?"
"Yeah, well I asked you first." I say, sticking my tongue out
slightly in front of him.
"Okay" Brandon says nodding slightly and sitting up
straighter as well before looking me dead in the eye. "You
want to know what I'm doing out here?"
I nod, trying to look as serious as I can.
"Well" he pauses.
I don't exactly know why, but I hold my breath.
"I was looking for you."
I swallow hard, finally letting out my breath and taking a
new one in. "You were looking…" he nods "for me?"
I look at him hard, trying to make out if he's serious, or if
he's joking. But by the look in his eyes, I can tell that he
isn't joking. I'm just telling myself that he is, or more like
trying to believe it.
"Why?" I ask him.
"What do you mean why?" he says back to me. "Is it wrong
for me to be looking for you?"
"It's not wrong" I reply "it's just strange…"
"Well then…" Brandon says taking a deep breath. "It's a
good thing that I have a reason."
I look at him strangely. What was that supposed to mean?
What other reason could there be for him to be looking for
me besides my mother or Bloom wondering where I am?
Brandon moves from his spot across from me, and sits
beside me instead.
I finally notice that he's got something in his pocket. I move
back a little, trying to keep a friendly distance between us,
but I don't move back that much.
I wait for Brandon to speak again. He's looking at me in a
strange manner, kind of like he's trying to figure me out.
It's like he's in a trance, like he's thinking about something
that only he should know about.
Okay, I know that sounds kinda wrong, but I don't mean it
that way. I just mean that it feels like he's thinking about
something really really important. To him, that is.
Finally, he snaps out of whatever it was that he was in, and
takes out the item in the back of his pocket.
I look down on what he's holding, and realize that there
isn't just one item, but two.
"Stella, I know that things are a little… messed up… for you
right now, and that you've got a lot of things going on in
your life, but I just want you to know that you can always
talk to me about it. And for you to remember that you can
always run to me, I'm giving you this."
I look down at what he's referring to, and notice that it's a
cute little necklace with a white little star and a blue moon
on it as well. Both of the pendants are made out of
diamonds, and the necklace hust seems to shimmer in the
blue moonlight.
The necklace was in a white little case shaped like a box. I
looked at Brandon with my mouth half open. "Is this…for
me?"
"Who else would it be for?" Brandon says laughing slightly. I
laugh along too, and push my hair out of the way so he can
put the necklace on me.
"It's really pretty, Brandon. Thank you."
He nods and reaches for something else. "I don't really
know if you remember, but you gave this to me before you
left. I sort of forgot about it, but when I found it in my
closet, all of the memories we made together as kids came
back to me."
I gasped. It was my little pink tiara. He kept it all this time.
I looked up at him again, as he put the little plastic tiara
back on my head. It's a little tight on my head, considering
how old I am now, but it couldn't fit better if I say so
myself!
He continues speaking "this tiara has helped me remember
you throughout the past 11 years you were gone. I hope that
you can remember me whenever you put this tiara back on
your head. And if you don't, then it's alright. I just hope
you remember that I always look at you the way you never
look at yourself."
He looks into my eyes once again. "A beautiful, special, and
talented young…"
"Young what?" I ask, wondering why he paused.
"Young princess." He says into the blue moon-lit night…" My
princess…"