Peep locked eyes with the tiny fairy. He thought he had to be dreaming. He yanked the covers over his head and muffled, "Go away! You're just a fig-man of my imagination."

Locket chuckled, "It's not fig MAN! It's figMENT and no I'm not! I'm as real as you. Realer maybe!" Locket skittered across his Power Ranger comforter. She paused looking at the colorful team in their striking poses. "Ooh, I'd like to meet the pink one! Go, go Power Rangers, mighty morphin' Power Rangers!"

Peep sat up in his tiny twin bed and threw off the covers. Locket fluttered out of the way and slammed against the Frank Sinatra poster then she slid down the wall.

Peep huffed. "Power Rangers aren't real and neither are you."

"I think I liked you better when you were sleeping!" Locket hovered in front of Peep's irritable face. "Well aren't you a grumpy Gus!" She snickered at the irony. "Grumpy Gus and you're name is Gus!"

Annoyed Peep swatted Locket away from his face. "Yeah, like I never heard that before."

Locket flew up towards the dusty ceiling fan. Her vivid blue light grew and beamed. She said, "Well I prefer to look on the bright side." Twirling in mid air she sent beams of sparkling light throughout the small bedroom. As she spun she sang, "Shine bright like a diamond..." Locket enjoyed showing off a bit too much.

Her mother had mentioned this on many occasions. "Locket there's no need to be so theatrical! The magic should speak for itself."

Locket protested, " What's the use of being a fairy if you can't have a little fun?"

Peep wasn't impressed at Locket's disco ball impression and he hated the song she sang. Annoyed, he headed for the door.

Locket buzzed in front of him. "Hey! Where are you going?"

He cocked his head and crossed his eyes trying to focus on her. "Since I'm having one heck of a dream I thought I'd go outside and fly."

"Peep, if you wanna fly, why not use the window?"

"You got a screw loose fairy? What if I'm not dreaming? A person could break their legs that way. Better to start off flying from the ground."

Locket liked his answer. "Aren't you a sensible, clever boy?"

Peep stopped, looked over his shoulder, and slowly turned around. "You think I'm clever?"

Locket bopped him on the nose. "Of course I do silly! Why do you think I picked you? You were my first choice!"

Peep sulked. "I never get picked first. In gym class, I'm always picked last for kickball—or even worse they fight over who's stuck with me." Dejected, Peep crossed to his computer chair and swiveled around.

For once Locket took her mother's advice. She slowed down and chose her next words very carefully. "Would you rather kick the ball or, be the ball?"

Peep looked confused.

"I've never played kick-the-ball but I've seen it played by the dullest of children. Seems to me the only one having fun is the ball. The ball gets to fly in the air, knock over bullies and go out of bounds!"

Peep shook his head and laughed for the first time.
"You are one crazy fairy, you know that?!"

"Yay! I made you laugh!" Locket clapped her hands in delight. Out of thin air she produced a long scroll and a brilliantly colored peacock quill. She made a check mark and said aloud, "Made Peep laugh."

Peep stood up and tried to peek at the scroll. "Hey what is that?"

"Never mind..." Poof! The scroll disappeared. "Queen-mother says unless I stay organized I'll lose my head. I have ADHD!"

Peep's eyes widened. "You do? Me too!"

Locket was stunned. She asked, "You have: Always Dreaming, Hardly Doing syndrome?"

Peep corrected her. "No... ADHD stands for: Attention Deficit Hyper-active Disorder."

Locket giggled, "Why I suppose I have that too!"

The mysterious scroll appeared once again and she made another check mark.

Peep was curious. He asked, "What did you mark off this time?"

Locket answered, "Find something you have in common. It's a lovely way to make friends. Don't you think so?" POOF! Once again the scroll and quill disappeared.

"Fairy, not that I think you're real or anything but... Could you teach me to do that?"

Locket corrected, "My name's Locket and it's my intention to teach you a great deal of things."

Peep squinted his eyes. "Can you teach me how to remove a creepy tattoo?" He scrunched up the sleeve on his sweatshirt revealing the embedded centipede.

Locket joyously clapped her hands. "Yay Charlie! May he Rest In Peace. He died for s very worthy cause." Squealing she clapped some more. "Don't you just love him? "

Peep shuddered. "No, I hate centipedes. They have way too many legs."

"One might argue, Peep, that you do not have enough legs."

Peep was dumbfounded, "What on earth would I do with extra legs?"

"Well for one thing... Charlie could climb up the wall. Can you climb up the wall Peep? Hmmm?"

"You got a point Locket but please don't give me anymore legs."

Locket blushed. "You flatter me Peep! As if I could give you extra legs!"

"Well I've got the feeling you gifted me with this tattoo and half-a-head of pink hair! Do you know how many doctors I've been to? They say it's permanent! A scientist asked me if I'd been around any radiation poisoning!" Secretly Peep loved his hair but he wasn't about to let Locket know that.

Locket exclaimed, "Oh goodie!"

Annoyed by her enthusiasm Peep asked, "Oh goodie? They took my blood! I hate shots!"

Locket remarked, "Boys can be such babies."

Peep was stunned. He wasn't sure he could ever be friends with this fairy—let alone best friends. He asked her, "Have you ever been stuck with a large needle? Has a doctor ever taken your blood?"

"Why no..." she answered.

Peep smirked. " I didn't think so,"

"Fairies don't have blood. We have glitter!"

-End of Chapter 10-

Author's note: I'm really enjoying writing this fan-fiction/fairytale. I hope you're enjoying reading it. What adventure would you like to see this darling duo go on?
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