If you could only see

Your heart belongs to me

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Have you ever seen that show where there's this little kid with two fairy godparents and they get into all these weird predicaments, but learn an important lesson in the end? Yeah that's kind of like what my life turned into. There was only one fairy godparent, but many lessons learned.

Honestly, when I first started out (not my birth, idiot) I was pretty boring. I was pretty narrow minded, and only cared about my current crush and grades. I was depressed all the time, and despite my friend or two very lonely. My whole sob story is hardly interesting which is why I won't waste any time on it.

Don't ask how everything started, I think the most important detail is how it ended. Somehow in between the insignificant beginning and the cataclysmic ending, my life was suddenly changed.

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*Normal POV

Damien sighed in exasperation as he watched his friend get dragged off by the police. Again. Honestly, you'd think that someone with such a strong background and good ancestry would behave better, but nooo… he just had to be different. Damien supposed that he could be blamed for supplying the alcohol, but his friend could've done better than cause destruction and panic in the human world…again.

He shook his head despairingly. Valentine was such a moron. The Fairy police were on him within seconds after the devastating fireworks show. They quickly put a magic lock on his wings, preventing him from flying, and dragged him off to the jail.

"What a moron…" a bystander muttered before going on their way.

Damien was Valentine's best friend, but he was inclined to agree.

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*Valentine's POV

Stupid fairy police.

Stupid party.

Stupid Damien for serving alcohol.

Stupid ME for even drinking the alcohol!

I growled various unintelligible curses as the police released their lock on my wings once I was safely encaged in my magic barrier, AKA a giant bubble. Like every good convict, I punched and kicked the bubble a couple of times, it was like punching a well rounded wall. After rubbing my slightly bruised knuckles, I plopped down on the ground and waited.

Several officers flew by while eyeing my curiously. I couldn't hear anything from outside the bubble but I could tell what they were thinking. 'Isn't that Meredith's nephew? He used to be such a good boy!'

I rolled my eyes and purposefully looked fierce at a new recruit. He took several frightened steps backwards. Scaring people was fun. I was suddenly grateful for my silent bubble, my hangover was worse than usual, leaving me in agony. I couldn't use any magic to cure my headache. I suddenly knew what it felt like to be a mortal.

Things got worse when Aunty Meredith made her appearance, her long gray hair twisted up into a modern knot. She wore another one of her loud, flamboyant gowns as if to say 'look at me!' which is technically what she was doing. She's been a celebrity here ever since her stint with the servant girl.

I could see her outraged expression as she argued with a few officers and a judge. You can always tell a fairy judge because they're the only fairies allowed to wear all black. The rest of us are forced to wear color, making our cities look like a literal rainbow. I scowled openly at the judge and Aunt Meredith both.

A few hours passed by as she argued with the judge. He was obviously coming to a verdict. Aunt Meredith looked satisfied. I brightened. Maybe they were going to let me off easy. It wasn't like I committed my crime on purpose. I was drunk. How was I supposed to remember that fireworks in our world were as powerful as missiles in the human world? Apparently my little stunt had set a few countries on alert and increased the tension in some alliances.

I snorted. Humans.

The judge tapped the bubble twice and it collapsed, leaving me to hit the floor ungracefully. I winced and resisted the urge to rub my tender behind. Ouch.

"The judge has come to a decision." Aunt Meredith said in her usual self-righteous voice. I felt like gagging. I did not like talking to her at all.

"Oh really?" I smiled brightly in fake surprise "After all those hours! What a brilliant judge we have!"

The judge had the nerve to look embarrassed. Incompetent fool. "Your behavior was inexcusable…." He began, looking thoroughly uncomfortable. Probably because of Aunt Meredith. Everyone kissed her ass and worshipped her after she made history with her servant girl. They even have movies about that dumb girl. "So we came up with a punishment that we found both suitable and just for you."

I looked around the room and realized that the whole counsel was there. I blinked in surprise. I hadn't noticed them in the midst of my brooding. Was setting off fireworks really such a federal offense? They seemed to answer my mental question with their equally grim facial expressions. Yes, yes it was.

I folded my arms tensely. "Okay…"

Aunt Meredith pretended to look abashed "It was the only way…" she said with fake sadness in her completely fake voice. I glared hatred at her overly botoxed (is that even a proper word?) face.

"The counsel has decided that due to the selfishness of your actions that you must learn selflessness and responsibility. Because such a lesson was a big success with your aunt, we decided to give you a similar mission to her own." An older counsel member explained.

I narrowed my eyes, not liking where this was going.

"The only way to learn such lessons is to be placed in charge of a lower life form. Starting this evening, you are a fairy godfather." I thought he was going to let that be the punishment, but he plowed on "Not only are you a fairy godfather but from the moment you first say hello to your godchild, you will have exactly one year to give them what everyone desires."

Okay…what?

"Their Happily Ever After."

Happily Ever After is a big deal in our world, it's the whole reason us fairies were created. I was supposed to spend a year with this miserable human, and make them happy?

"In doing so, you will learn unselfishness and the importance of things OTHER than yourself!" the judge snorted at me, his wings buzzed behind him anxiously.

I waited for someone to say 'Just kidding!'

Silence.

I clenched my fists, concentrating on not blowing up. The last thing I needed was to throw another tantrum. "Are…you…kidding…me?" I enunciated each word dangerously, my voice trembling in fury. A fairy godfather! What the hell were they thinking? I wasn't fairy godfather material. I couldn't care less about some piece-of-shit human.

Aunt Meredith smiled condescendingly "Its for your own good."

For once, I was utterly speechless.

I sent each member of the counsel a pleading look. They couldn't send me to the human world! I heard tales of how we couldn't fly, and do basic magic in the human world. We pretty much were invisible genies, forced to follow our godchild's every whim. I recalled one of their television shows about a bratty kid. There was no way that I'd watch over a kid like him for a year. I'd probably end up frying him first.

"Please…" I clasped my hands in front of me pleadingly "Anything but that!"

They stared at me mercilessly.

Shit.

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*Hayden's POV

There he was, sitting across the room from me with his nose buried in a book like it was every Thursday morning. I sighed dreamily, the small noise being heard only by myself and the person seated beside me. There was just something about him. He was so gorgeous, so dreamy, so wonderful, so kind, so sharing, so… well you get the point.

In case you didn't get the point, I was in love with Wesley 'call me Wes' James Evans. –insert dreamy sigh here-

I'm not too sure when it happened, but it was probably somewhere in my eight grade year when he moved to town. He was just so confident, so sure, so well dressed, so… well you get the point again. As soon as he stepped inside school, I just knew that he was going to change things.

He was the first freshman to become the school's quarterback, quite easily I might add. He just swaggered in, did the little tryouts and was a shoo-in. See? Isn't he special?

Well now that you know Wesley, I guess I should introduce myself.

I'm just Hayden, the girl with a boy's name who's been stalking him since eight grade. Well I don't really stalk as much as I stare. Staring should become an extracurricular activity. It's like I have spidey-senses or something, I just automatically know when he's in the room and my eyes lock on him. It gets even better because in English I have a perfect view of the back of his head. Such gorgeous locks…

I guess I sound like a total loser. I really am not one though. I have plenty of friends at school, quite a few people know me from the various clubs I joined in my sophomore year, and I make good grades in every subject except for math. I've always sucked at math but it can't be helped.

Anyways, today was a very special day. Can you guess why? Because today was the day that I would talk to Wesley! I was so excited! I wore my nicest shirt, a pale pink blouse that matched my ivory skin quite nicely, and my favorite black pants. I even wore my lucky charm bracelet for good luck. I combed my curly hair until it resembled something other than a tumbleweed, and even experimented with some mascara. The first few tries were pretty disastrous but I eventually got the hang of it.

Once I was sure of my semi-attractiveness, I strutted into school with a new spirit. That spirit died as soon as I caught sight of him lounging by his locker with a couple of his football friends. I shook my head. That was okay; I would talk to him in class…okay that didn't work either. We were like two rows away in every shared class but English.

I spent the rest of my day searching for hidden opportunities. I finally found it. It was that period right before lunch when everyone is knocking each other over to get into the cafeteria. I was late due to a broken zipper on my book bag. After mumbling a few profanities I realized that Wesley was at his locker…ALONE!

YES! YES! YES!

If I were any other person, I would've done a little touchdown-victory jig right there. I slowly approached my prey, like a tiger would before he lunged. You could never be too cautious in a school like ours. I spotted a skinny, chess-club looking girl making her way towards him and I glared. There was no way I was losing my opportunity to HER!

I lunged with a ferocious growl.

AKA I ran as fast as I could and realized that the brakes on my shoes weren't working properly. I ended up flapping my arms like a mad duck and colliding into Wes. It wasn't so bad; it probably reminded him of being out on the football field. Good times…

"Whoa!" he said, his hazel eyes large as I bounced off him like a rubber ball. His muscled arms quickly wrapped themselves around my waist, keeping me precariously balanced.

I blushed at the position we were in, and profusely apologized as he steadied me.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded, suddenly at a loss for words. Again. "Thank you…" I opened my mouth to say something to him, anything, but he just gave me a smile and a thump on the back before hurrying down the hall, my heart in his hands.

I stood there frozen for several minutes. The jarring sound of the bell brought me back to reality, with that came a fresh bout of tears. He didn't care, and to top it off I missed my lunch.

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*Valentine's POV

I stared into the magic mirror "You have got to be kidding me."

In the mirror was the image of a pale slender girl with curly black hair. The rest of her features were hard to see since they were buried in her arms as she sobbed her heart out. This pathetic specimen of a human being was going to be my godchild. Wonderful, simply wonderful. How was I supposed to make this thing happy in a year? She was probably one of those romance reading, lonely loser girls.

I scanned the eyes of the few counsel members that remained, hoping to see some form of pity. Heartless bastards.

"Well, off you go!" one said cheerily. I could've killed him right there.

I sighed. I was going to miss my wings and my-

My thoughts were interrupted as I was rudely pushed into the depths of the mirror. I was going to kill them all one day I just knew it.

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*Hayden's POV

I was on my bed, still depressed from the days' previous events. My friends were sympathetic enough but my parents were not. Dad was on another business trip, again and Mom just wrinkled her nose at me and said, "Your eyes are all puffy and your nose is running. Can't you just TRY to act like a lady for once?"

What a helpful person my Mom is.

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my sleeves. I was too lazy to get up and get a tissue from the box which was only three inches out of my reach even when I stretched. My life was pointless. I had no boyfriend, the guy I was interested didn't care, I got an F in my last English test, my Dad was too busy wooing customers to care, my Mom was too busy climbing the social ladder to notice, and my hair was frizzing.

It was moments like these that I would wish for a sibling. Even if my sibling were picture perfect at least we could complain about Dad together.

I wanted to call my friends but Faith was forced to attend an afternoon church service with her Dad (who is a minister, by the way), and Phoebe's Grandma was sick…again.

The back of my neck prickled slightly. I looked up on instinct and what I saw knocked me off the bed.

"Ow…" I complained, rubbing my aching back before clambering back up, making sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. "OH MY GOD! Who are you?" I scanned the room for a suitable weapon. My old hairbrush would have to do. Wielding the dangerous object in front of me, I faced the intruder.

You may think I'm being a little spazzy, but it's not every day that I find a guy in my room. A really attractive guy I might add.

He stared at me, his violet eyes unimpressed. His lip curled scornfully. "This is what I have to work with?" he asked, his deep voice dripping with contempt.

"What the hell do you mean by that? Who are you and why are you in my freakin bedroom?" Don't get me wrong; I'm not a swearing person at all. I just figured that if I swore this one time, that I'd sound tougher than I was feeling. I did sound tough and threatening, didn't I?

"Shut up already!" he snapped, rubbing his forehead irately "Look I'll give you the layman's version since you're obviously not smart enough to pick up hard details."

"Hey!" Who did he think he is? HE broke into my bedroom! He should just answer my questions and…um…

"I'm here to help you stop being a stinkin loser and get your stinkin happily ever after so that I can stinkin be done. Got it?" He sure loved using the word stinkin. I had a feeling that he was trying to filter his words for my benefit. What a nice murderer mine was.

My head was spinning. What was this psycho talking about? I glanced towards my window. It was closed. How did he get here without my knowing? "Are you a friend of my Mom's?"

He looked baffled "What? Hell no! Will you just listen?"

"I was listening! Now get out before I…" I fumbled for my cell phone which was buried deep in my jean pocket "Before I call the police!" Ha! Take that sucker!

My intruder looked unimpressed. He seemed to do that a lot. "Is that all you got?"

"Um…I have pepper spray." I lied.

The guy rolled his eyes before rising carefully. I scanned him for any weapons. NO I WAS NOT CHECKING HIM OUT! DID YOU NOT JUST READ THE LAST SENTENCE!!!!

Oh god…why did my murderer have to look like an angel? Was this a blessing or a curse? He wore gray faded jeans and a blue striped shirt. His (muscular) arms folded over his (muscular) chest. He wasn't one of those guys who were over buffed or anything…he was just right. His messy hair was a gorgeous shade of light brown, contrasting nicely with his critical violet eyes.

"Are you done checking me out yet?" he sneered, approaching me steadily.

"I was searching for weapons." I hissed defensively, my voice faltering slightly.

I took a few more steps back, my hand trembling so badly that I couldn't push the necessary '911' buttons if I tried, which believe me I did…okay maybe I didn't. You would've done the same thing.

"Um…" He had me backed against the wall, his warm body only inches from mine. I shut my eyes tightly. This was it; I was going to die loveless and alone.

He did something unexpected. He cupped both my cheeks with his large hands forcing me to look into his eyes. I gasped. They were the most intense shade of purple I had ever seen, like lightening in pictures.

He smiled almost kindly. What a sadistic killer this man was. "Now that I have your undivided attention…my name is Alex Valentine and from now on, your fairy godfather."

Say what?

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End Chapter

LAME! Possibly already done, but I've dreamed about writing this forever. If you would PLEASE REVIEW you'd definitely make my day. Seriously. Like I did that viewer traffic thing for my other story and 350+ people have visited it, but only like fifteen reviewed. Thanks to you guys for visiting it, but I'd have to say you kinda suck for not even leaving a single word.

The short Lyrics at the top belong to P Diddy and Keyshia Cole. They pertain to Hayden's feelings for Wesley.