My Brother, Cupid Part 14

This was a lot to take in. My mind went back to the day when Chase first told me that he was Cupid, he seemed so sure of himself. He must of used the word love a thousand time. He had told me he didn't even want to take me in because he was worried that he might loose his job. It had been pretty obvious that he loved being Cupid more then me. But now I wasn't so sure.
"You have to understand what's like to be a Holiday, Todd. It's hard. There's no normalcy. Everyday to us is the holiday that we represent. You've seen your brother's house," Lucky the Leprechaun said.
"Besides Santa and New Year we all started as normal people. We had to give up a lot when we became Holidays," Mother Day said.
"Even Tom and I have human forms," said the Easter Bunny.
"Your brother, like the rest of us, is controlled by the Holiday. His holiday is all about love. No, not love, infatuation. He's controlled by the force of infatuation, is it any wonder that he wants you involved in his life," Father Day said.
They all started talking at once about how hard it was to be a holiday. Something along the lines of how New Year could never make any friends because he always matured way faster then them and how Dracula could never give out enough candy at Halloween and how Father Day never seemed to do enough to make Mother Day happy. If I was confused before, I was even more confused now.
"Enough!" I yelled. "I understand. I just need to think for a couple of minutes to think about this."
They nodded their heads and I left. I went and sat down on one of Dewey's couches. I started to think. I went back to when I was six and Chase was twelve:
"Didn't mom tell you not to climb on the banister?" Chase asked me giving me a tissue for my bloody nose.
"Are you going to tell her?" I asked still crying. My mom had gone to some sort of charity thing and had left Chase in charge.
"Even if I didn't your nose might give her the hint," he said helping adjust the tissue.
I started to cry even louder.
"Okay. Okay. Listen, we'll just tell mom that you fell of your bike and hit your nose, okay?" he said.
"Really? You'd lie for me?" I said.
"If you really needed me to, I'd do anything for you, Todd. That's what brothers do," he said.
He was always doing things for me. That's when I realized something. He never told on me but I was always telling on him. He was a pest, but I could be a pest at times too. He had even taken me in to live with him when I had no where else to go, he didn't have to do that. He was a true brother. And I was just the ungrateful kid who lived with him.
I knew at that point I had to go back to him and tell him how I really felt.

I shut the door to my house. I have to admit after spending a week in a haunted house that coming back to my brother's romantic house was a bit of a relief. But when I looked around the house wasn't up to Chase's normal standards. In fact it was quite messy.
"Who's there?" I heard Chase yell.
"It's me, Todd," I said. I turned around to put my shoes away when I got hit by a 21-year-old romantic.
"I've been worried sick about you. Where have you been?" he said.
I was going to answer. I was, honestly, but I got distracted. "I was . . . Aw, Man, you look awful." And he did. His normally curly cherub hair was stick straight and all out of place. His blue eyes were in company with huge bags right under them. He was still wearing a pair of heart pajamas even though it past noon. And he stunk.
"I've been worried about you," he said. "That's not important now. I figured it out."
"What? What did you figure out?"
"How to make things right between you and Haley," he said.
"What?" I said.
"That's why you were mad right? Well I figured it out. A way to solve your problem with Haley without using love magic," he said.
"I'm listening."
"You need to tell her the truth."
"You mean -"
"You need to tell her that I'm Cupid."

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My Fairy, Kira Part 2

Part 1

"Does everybody have a fairy?" Jordan asked, though he had been told off by six inch girl that he asked to many questions.
"No. The second you were born I flew over you and thus I became your fairy. They gave me ten years of freedom then boom. No more magic, unless you wish for something, and slave to the human race. It sucks," she said bitterly.
"I'm sorry. I feel really bad. Is this my fault?" he asked her.
Instead of answering she asked, "Where do I sleep?"
"Oh!" Jordan looked around his small room. "What about the windowsill?"
Kira picked up her feet and flew to the windowsill on the other side of the room. Jordan's windowsill was covered with a long white curtain with blue ships on the top. The window was about one foot wide.
"What about food? I really like crackers. You need to feed me because I don't have my magic any more," Kira said not showing if she was satisfied with the place Jordan had set for her.
"Right!" Jordan said like he should have known. He looked in his sock drawer and grabbed a poor sock without a match. Then he ran out of the room to grab the crackers. He returned a couple of minutes later and set the sock and the crackers on the windowsill.
Kira looked at him confused and went over and picked up an edge of the sock.
"It's so you have somewhere soft to sleep. I've washed it, I swear," Jordan said.
Kira looked at him and for the first time since she had arrived she smiled and said, "Thanks."

My Fairy, Kira Part 1

I've had this story idea for a while but now I'm actually writing it down:
Jordan Keithson walked silently down the crowded hall way, avoiding eye contact and bumping into people. He knew he was in trouble with the school bully, Jack, for making a fool out of him in class and wanted to avoid him at all costs. So far he hadn't seen him at all, he was almost out of school. If he could just get out and walk all the way home maybe Jack would forget about him and he could live in peace.
"Keithson," he heard a gruff voice behind him say. "I have a debt to settle with you."
Jordan turned around to see the owner of the voice, a tall muscular kid with short black messy hair and a grim expression on his face. "Right, Jack. But you see I didn't mean to insult you, the words came out before I could actually think them."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Right, and I'll just happen to hit you before I can control my fist."
Jordan ran, but before he get very far he ran into two of Jack's friends, who smiled at him.
Jack was getting closer and closer his fist coming towards Jordans face at an increasingly faster speed. When out of no where in his right ear he heard a small female voice say, "Make a wish."
"What?" Jordan asked.
"I didn't say anything, Keithson," Jack said pausing himself for a moment to say that.
"Make a wish, you idiot."
Jordan shut his eyes ready for the blow and said, "I wish I wasn't here right now." He waited a few seconds but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was no longer in the front of the school but in his bedroom.
"How did I get here?" Jordan asked.
"I didn't carry you, I can tell you that," the voice in his right ear said.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"I'm on your shoulder."
He looked over to his right shoulder and there was sitting a small girl, no larger then six inches. She sat comfortably crosslegged on his shoulder.
"Who are you?" he asked hitting her off his shoulder and backing up.
To his surprise she didn't fall and then he noticed the small pair of wings that sat on her shoulders busily working to keep her up. "Kira," she said.
"What are you?" he asked.
"I'm a fairy," she said.
"A fairy?"
"Yes, your fairy."
"My fairy?"
"Yes! You ask way to many questions."
Jordan leaned down to observe her considering she had landed softly on one of his bedposts. She was wearing a dark blue dress that was torn at every edge except the neck opening. Her hair sat in a messy pony tail on her shoulders. Her small green eyes accompanied the mischevious look that she had in them.

Part 2