If you can, listen to scarabough fair(the version with only the piano, no words) as you read this story. The song makes me imagine a sort of fairy tale setting and it inspired this story.

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The trees looked magical. So did the moon. So did the stars. And so did she. He watched her as he usually did when he came to the edge of forest. She sat, as she always did, staring at the stars as if she wished she could be where they were.

Her hair fell in waves of red fire that seemed to flow on. Her eyes were a dull grey colour that seemed to shine in spite of themselves. Her skin seemed to glow like a bright lamp was lit beneath her skin, like a fire raged on within her.

On this night, when the stars seemed to shine their brightest, he approached her. She was startled at first but soon relaxed. With pleasantries exchanged, they began to dance to music only heard by the trees, the moon, the stars and themselves. It was like nature played the song just for them.

They waltzed around the trees as the stars sang their song and the moon gave them light. The song seemed to play in their hearts, increasing the intensity of each moment. It hurt to hold her hands but what else would you expect when you danced with a flame princess?

Her feet burned the very ground she touched. The ground lit up with her passion as they danced. Little fires began to dance around them. The world was their ballroom, the fires were their guests and they were the couple seen as the best; dancing in the centre as the fires raged on.

The moon, seeing it's rival approach, begged the stars to stop their song. Besides, the trees, that were nothing but ash now, could no longer sing along. So the stars began to fade, as did their song.

As the sun rose and the moon left, the flame princess began to regret. Staying out so late was unacceptable. She was needed at home, the sun must not rise on the daughter of the flame king; for they were bitter rivals.

Goodbyes were said, rushed and reluctant. She left, not knowing that she had burned both him and his whole world down. He smiled, knowing she was worth it.

Cindy literally went to a school for villains. Amy helped me at the risk of her own life. Amy is sweet, kind and pretty brave for a girl with no training.

Cindy lied to me and my family. Yet during that time she didn't do anything wrong and the only reason we found out she was lying is because she had to come clean to make sure her mom didn't hurt us.

I can't help but feel like even though she pretended to have amnesia, the smiles she shared with my family weren't fake. I can't help but feel like she was happy spending time with me without trying to kill me.

I hurt Amy. I still care about her though. Everyone says she's perfect for me. Even I say that. We argue but never fight, if that makes sense. Amy makes me feel brave. She makes me mad because she puts her self at risk for the sake of others. Cindy does too but she'd kill me if I ever told her that to her face.

The legend's little sister or the villain's daughter. The hero or the villain. They both saved me in some way and they both ruined me in another. Might as well stick to Logan and Nico, that's a less confusing situation. Just me and the guys. But then again, how on earth am I supposed to just forget about them. They're unforgettable. Like a blend between fire and ice, they seem to both work together and go against each other. Something tells me if the ever truly work together, I'll be the one they're against.

Dear crush,

Hello from your weird friend. From the girl that helps you with your homework cause you’re smart but just like everyone else you need a little help once in a while.

I would like to tell you, as briefly as possible, everything that I know as well as what I don’t know.

Here’s what I know. You care. You care about everyone, including me so thank you. I also know that I like talking to you despite your strange sense of humour. I know that you hate socializing just as much as I do. I know that despite being busy you’ll make time to watch the anime I asked you to watch. I know that even though you constantly say no, you’ll learn the song I asked you to learn and last but certainly not the least; I know you like her.

It was an assumption at first but after watching you, as I usually do, I saw it was true. She’s lovely really. She’s one of my favourite people and I know that if she liked you too you’d be a nice couple.

Here’s what I don’t know. You’ve been giving me an awful lot of attention lately but of course she still receives more. You’ve been watching me, maybe because you noticed me watching you. If you ignored me or gave me a normal amount of attention I’m sure I could get over you. I just don’t know if I want to. If you actually told me you liked me I don’t know what I would say. So I don’t even know what I want from you.

Confusing thoughts aside, I’d like to thank you for talking to me and for being my friend. For noticing when I sat alone cause my best friend didn’t come to school and I felt out of place with my friends. For checking on me then and making sure I was fine. Thank you and all the best with your getting her to like you(I think you’re making progress).

Sincerely, me.

Background info: piseces are said to be royally pissed off when someone tells them to grow up. Thelma is pisces and her sister is Leo.

Tina grabbed Thelma by the hand and led her into a quiet room away from all the party guests. She looked around to see if there was anyone close enough to hear her scream at her little sister. Once she was sure no one was around she shut the door and turned to Thelma.

"Grow up!" she snarled narrowing her eyes.

"I don't want to," Thelma said in a quiet yet firm voice.

"Well you will eventually-"

"-Yes! But not because you told me to! I don't have to grow according to your standards or just because you feel too 'grown up' to like the things I like. Cause when I grow up I'll grow into a person I'll have to live with for the rest of my life. You won't have to deal with the pressures I feel when I do, so honestly me growing up is none of your business. If I'm too much of a child for you and you don't feel like babysitting, you're free to leave and go hang with the 'big kids'." And with that said, Thelma stormed out of the room.

"Pisces...." Tina muttered under her breath.

“Lottie! Wake up!”

“I don’t know why you bother, it’s not like she can understand you,” Pinky said as she stretched on the floor. I was on Lottie’s bed trying to wake her up like her mom had told me t.

“Well she can hear my barks all the same. Lottie!!!!”

“Shush!! I’m awake!” Lottie sprang up grabbing me in the process, she hugged me tight and I greeted her with a series of tongue kisses which she received with a laugh.

Pinky jumped onto the bed and nestled into Lottie’s arms with me. Lottie was our ten year old owner as well as our best friend.

“Ok Ruby, Pinky, let’s go have some breakfast,” Lottie said leading the way downstairs. Pinky and I dutifully marched behind her. As Lottie did her morning routine, Pinky and I received a snack for waking Lottie up.

Finally, the worst part of the day arrived, Lottie went to school and Lottie’s mom went for work. Pinky and I stayed home, bored as usual. To make matters worse, telling time was so hard I’d given up a couple of weeks back or was it years? I can’t really tell. My only comfort was I knew when Lottie came home. Just before she did, the garbage truck would pass by on it’s way to who knows where.

After waiting for what felt like years, the garbage truck passed by. Still, Lottie didn’t come home. I started to pace and get anxious and even Pinky seemed worried

“What if something happened to her?”

“I’m sure Lottie’s fine,” Pinky assured me but she didn’t look like she even believed herself. Pinky and I decided to take a nap. Lottie would be back when we wake up.

We woke up to the sound of the door opening. Pinky and I rushed to the door barely able to contain our excitement. Lottie’s mum smiled at us. Her eyes were red. Lottie’s backpack was in her hands. Still no Lottie. Lottie didn’t come home.

It’s been months since we last saw Lottie or was it days? Lottie’s mom took us to a place surrounded by stones and sad looking people. She said Lottie was in the box near the big hole. The put Lottie in the hole and covered her up. Pinky slept right next to the big stone near Lottie’s hole. I wanted to start digging but something told me Lottie waswasn’t coming out of that hole.

It’s been years or was it weeks? since Pinky and I last ate. It’s harder to stay awake these days but Lottie’s the one who knew how to make our food just the way we like it. Lottie’s mom keeps crying. Pinky started eating but only when Lottie’s mom puts her on her laps. I can’t. I miss Lottie.

It’s been....I don’t know, I think I lost count; if I even kept count in the first place. I feel exhausted all the time. Pinky seems better and so does Lottie’s mom but right now they look sad, they’re looking at me. I can barely keep my eyes open. I can’t walk. I’m thirsty. I’m hungry. I miss Lottie. Maybe it’s time to say goodbye.

“Could you take me where you took Lottie?” Last time Pinky said the don’t understand me but I’m sure Lottie’s mom heard what I said because she smiled at me. It was a sad smile but a smile all the same.

I closed my eyes and that was it. Don’t worry Lottie I’ll always keep you company.

"James, what's wrong? You've been acting strange lately. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I mean no. I don't know. I'm falling," I huffed.

"What do you mean?" She asked looking at me with those caring eyes of hers, looking genuinely worried.

"I'm falling like your stupid stars!"

"Stars are not stupid, they're-"

"For you."

"What?"

"I'm falling for you, like your stupid stars. They fall way too fast with no hope of anyone catching them and that's exactly how I feel. It's like I don't even have time to realise just how much I'm falling for you. It's all way too fast, way too real and way too scary all at the same time.Yet it's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. I'm falling like the stars..."

" Falling in love," she finished for me.

"Yeah," I breathed. She sat on the grass next to me and started looking at the star filled sky. I watched her until she looked at me and smiled. I sat next to her and looked at the stars too.

"Remember when I told you there's nothing I love more than staring at the stars?"

"Yeah."

"I lied," she said in a whisper. I looked at her waiting for her to continue. "I love you James Kingsley, more than all the stars in the sky."

I stared at her as my brain tried to process exactly what she said and what she meant. She smiled and held out her hand. I took it and I never let go.