"Ok. We need to figure out how to cheer them up. Although, I have to say I think your Margaret sure seems more disturbed than Taylor," Rachel said, pacing around her the room. The walls darkened slowly from light blue to a velvety black color as the sun sank below the clouds.
Angel sighed. The walls seemed to reflect her mood perfectly. Any trace of the moodiness Rachel had been displaying earlier had disappeared, replaced with so much energy it exausted Angel just to look at her.
Angel sighed again, looking around the room; a contented sigh this time. Her room was the perfect place for her to think and to relax, especially at night. Her father had payed a spell caster to enchant the walls to darken as the sun went down. Not only this, but stars appeared as this was happening, giving the appearance of the night sky. The stars were much like the glow in the dark ones that many humans, and some faties used, but with a special feature. The stars shifted around just as the real stars, as the real stars changed. The moon also went through all the changes that the real moon went though. Every month her walls were different, and she never tired of gazing at them. It was even worth all her father's reminders of the price, and his corny star jokes. It was beautiful, and an amazing reminder of what magic could do. Sometimes she almost convinced herself she was outside; the stars were that realistic.
She reluctantly turned her attention back to Rachel, who seemed to be on a rampage.
"This will be a chance to show what good gaurdians we'd make. Plus, it's great experience for when we have kids. And we're changing their lives. We're helping them, giving them their joy back!" Rachel gushed, getting more and more enthusiastic.
Angel stared. "We don't know if they need their joy back," Angel pointed out. "They might just both be days. For all we know, they might usually be the most normal, down to earth, happy kids on the planet."
"Yeah, sure, ok. But if they aren't, then we can fix them, make them happy. We'll be the best gaurdians ever!"
"I, personally, just hope they're ok."
"Me, too. You know that. We have to examine this from every angle though, and if they're not happy, it our jobs to change that." Rachel paused. "Hey, you said you had an idea before," she remembered, flopping down on the floor and staring expectantly at Rachel. "What was it?"
Angel flushed slightly, hoping it was to dark for Rachel to have noticed. "No, it was stupid. A moment of insanity," she joked, hoping that Rachel would drop it. Knowing her, she might actaully like this idea.
"I won't laugh. C'mon, please."
"No."
"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...."
Angel hesitated. "Ok. But don't take it seriously, don't laugh, and never, ever, ever tell anyone, ok?"
"Ok," Rachel agreed readily. "You can trust me." Angel was usually thoughtful and serious, but she occasionally had these great, crazy, ideas, which could be a lot of fun. And though Rachel would never even think of breaking her promise, she might be able to change Angel's mind if this was one of those ideas.
Angel took a deep breath. "IsortofthoughtwecouldgetTaylorandMargarettogether."
"Huh?" Rachel thought she had heard something about Margeret and Taylor, but it was impossible to be sure.
"I sort of thought we could get Taylor and Margaret together. But remember, I thought of that while lying flat on my stomach under a bed. I wasn't thinking stright." Angel was even more embarassed than before. It sounded like such a childish thing to think of.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea. I mean, why not? Taylor's not attached, and Margaret's not either, right?"
"Well, she had a boyfriend, but I think she recently broke up with him. And as for 'why not', one of Taylor's main problems are the fans. And she's a fan."
"Yeah, I know." Rachel hesitated, but she had a feeling about this that could not be ignored. "She might not be one of those hysterical fans, and anyway he needs a girlfriend."
"Needs?" Angel raised one eyebrow, a trick that Rachel could never quite get right.
"Well, it would dispell those rumors about him being gay, and I sure he must want one. I mean, what boy goes through fifteen years without wanting a girlfriend?"
Angel had nothing to say to that. "You promised not to take it seriously. It's a silly idea."
"Let's try. Just try. If it doesn't work, or if they hate each other that we'll forget about it."
Angel managed to resist for about five more minutes, before giving in. It wasn't, after all, impossible.
"All right! But if it doesn't work..." she threatened.
"Yay! Great. It really will work. I'm sure of it," Rachel said, dancing around the room. "You won't regret this! You'll see, we'll be able to say we got the couple of the century together!"
"They'll probably have nothing in common," Angel grumbled, but a little sprout of optimism blossomed in her mind. Smiling a little, she sank down next to Rachel on the soft, thick carpet, which had darkened along with the walls from it's normal scattered colors to a solid black.
"Let's get to work," Rachel ordered, getting out a pad of paper and a pen from the small oak nightstand against the wall. She grinned at Angel. "Lucky it's a full moon."
Later that day, after hours spent formulating a plan (and taking the occassional snack break) they were finally ready.
"This will at least get them together. They'll be stuck with each other for at least a day. After that it's up to them."
"This might work," Angel admitted, looking rather proudly ragged peice of paper which held the precious plan. "If nothing else, they might become friends." She looked up at the ceiling. "The moon is dimming. We'd better try to get some sleep."
The girls climbed into the seperate twin beds the room held, bought by the parents after it became apparent that the girls slept over at each other's houses more often than not. Angel fell asleep instantly, but Rachel tossed and turned, the thoughts she had managed to push aside during the day haunting her now.
"It's impossible. It would never have worked anyway," she whispered, trying to drive the image of those beautiful, angry eyes from her head. But despite the truth she felt in those words, or perhaps because of them, her pillow was wet with salty tears when she finally slipped into an exausted sleep.
