have you ever met a cupid? Me neither.
True Love’s fur grooming
Michelle stared down at his feet. “I didn’t think you’d actually make the cake.”
“What do you mean by that?! Of course I would, I’m not letting him drool over me for the rest of my life!” I shot Toby a glare.
“I thought that if I made it too difficult to make, you’d just give in and accept it. And I did try to tell you the truth when you decided to actually make it, but you weren’t listening to me!”
“Yeah, well, I would never ever just give in and accept it! For the millionth time, I’m not looking to fall in love with anyone, much less him!”
“What if I said please?”
“I’ll give you one of my arrows?”
“No!” I shouted. “No, no, no, no, no!”
“Come on, Trixie, I really don’t wanna fail!” Michelle whined.
“I don’t care! The answer’s still no!” I said, putting my nose in the air. “Now fix him, or I’ll make you fix him!”
“You know, I could just shoot you. Then you’d like him,” Michelle muttered under his breath.
“If you even think about shooting me, I’m going to kick you so hard you’ll be sent right back to Cupidland!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll fix him!”
Michelle drew an arrow out of his quiver. He licked it, and fitted it to his bow, aiming at Toby.
I yelled. “Don’t shoot him again! Then he’ll be even worse!”
Michelle looked at me. “Shooting him again reverses the spell. Don’t you know anything?”
“It’s not my fault I don’t know every single thing about love spells!” I took a deep breath. “This better work.”
Michelle sighed. “Don’t worry, it will.”
He loosed the arrow, and it hit Toby in the chest. He slumped over, dropping his piece of cake.
I held my breath as the arrow slowly disappeared. Toby sat up, and blinked confusedly.
“Am I in Nerdface’s shed? What am I doing here?” he asked. “And what have I been eating?”
I let out a sigh of relief. “It’s a cake. And yes, you’re in my shed, Lamebrain.”
“Whatever. Just get me out of here.”
I opened the door, gesturing for him to leave. “If anyone asks what you were doing here, we were playing pretend and it was your idea, got it?”
Toby snorts and walks out the door. “What a loser.”
I watch until he’s safely out of my front yard, then turn back to Michelle.
“You two have nicknames for each other? You would have worked perfectly together.” he said, sighing regretfully.
“Shut up,” I said. “Now that it’s over, please tell me you won’t do anything like this again!”
“I probably won’t get to, now that you’ve made me fail.”
“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” I muttered. “Anyway, why don’t you just shoot those cats over there?” I pointed at the two cats sitting on the kerb down the street.
“You were never told exactly what you had to do, right?”
“Well, no, but- cats?”
“Why not?”
Michelle sighed. “I guess it’s worth a shot?”
“Was that pun intended?”
He looked at me, confused.
I sighed. “Nevermind.”
“You’re weird,” he said, readying another arrow.
“Says the guy with wings and magic arrows who fell out of the sky wearing a dress.”
“It’s a robe!”
“Sure, whatever you say.”
Michelle stuck his tongue out at me, and shot his arrow at the cats. It hit their tails, pinning them together, and causing them to both run around in a panic. As it disappears, they calm down, and sit back together on the kerb, grooming each others’ fur.
“See?” I said. “You’ve made someone fall in love. Now you can go back!”
“You seem so eager to get rid of me,” Michelle said, raising an eyebrow.
“Only because I want my life to go back to normal!”
He wrinkled his nose. “This whole normal thing seems overrated to me.”
“It’s not to me! I’m going to get a job and be the most successful woman in Pencilton someday!”
“With your stubbornness, I don’t doubt it,” Michelle said.
“I am not stubborn!”
“You do know you’re just proving my point, right?”
I shot him a death glare. “Just go home already!”
“Alright, alright!” He spread his wings, and looked up at the sky before looking back at me.
“Maybe I’ll come back one day,” he said. “And next time, I’ll be sure to find you a happy ending!”
“You even try, and I’ll pull out every single one of your feathers!”
“You’re only resisting the inevitable, Trixie,” he grinned.
“Shut up,” I said, smiling this time.
He laughed. “You can’t deny it!”
With a flap of his huge wings, he took off. He turned and waved at me from above the rooftops, then flew straight up into the clouds.
I watched him fly away until he was nothing but a speck. Shaking my head, I turned and walked inside, where my mum was waiting by a split rubbish bag full of feathers.
“Trixie, where did all these feathers come from? And why does the dishwasher have a bowl covered in ash?” my mum asked.
I laughed nervously.
“Yeah... about that...”
(Also if anybody asks, none of this happened, got it?)

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