I looked down at Nell. This 'translation' was going to piss her off. I turned to Alex, "She's a Fairy and she's lived for hundreds of years. Her kind pretended to be the tooth fairy and can climb really well."
"Are you sure you're not still high?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
I considered, moving my head from side to side a little to see if my brain felt right. Then I realised what I was doing. "No, but... are you still high?"
"I don't think so. A little light headed." I nodded - I was the same.
"And you can see her, right? I'm not going insane, am I?" You have to admit, it's very possible.
Alex squinted at Nell, leaning towards my hand a little. "Looks real enough."
"Good. That's good..." I muttered, followed by a slightly hysterical laugh. This is really weird. "But the question still stands; what should we do with her?"
"I don't know, ask her." I looked down at the fairy, and she was angry. I resisted the urge to laugh as her ferocious jumping up and down on my hand tickled me.
"I'm not sure she's in the mood for talking. Here, you take her." I said, depositing the Piynie on his hand.
He stared at Nell, still screeching at the top of her tiny voice. "Ya know, even I can't hear her from here," He lifted the little person closer to his ear, "and I have vampire hearing."
"Hey, why don't I have vampire hearing?" I asked, annoyed. "That's not fair."
He looked at me sideways. "You want me to give you it?" He said threateningly.
I cowered, before swiftly regaining my composure. He was certainly the most frightening leprechaun I'd ever met. "I'm not scared." He smirked - it was obvious. "You wouldn't do that to me."
"Don't complain then."
I glared at him. "If you'd changed me all the way in the first place then we wouldn't be having this conversation," I broke out into a huge grin. "but I'm glad you didn't. I can go out in the sun.
He scowled at me, looking away from Nell. "I didn't change you through choice, if you remember. In fact, I was doing my best to avoid getting any venom in the wound."
I smiled, remembering back to the early days on the bus. "Yeah, I remember. If you hadn't tried so hard to not get any venom in the wound, I would probably be a full vampire by now. Or maybe it was because a random angel healed the cut around the venom." I mused, trying hard to remember.
"You're making it sound like it's a bad thing." Now I was confused.
"Like what's a bad thing?" I asked him, cocking my head to the side.
"That... oh never mind. I'm more interested in what we should do with the fairy thing." He turned back to the little person, who folded her arms across her chest, her whole - but not very large - body language portraying general annoyance.
"Piynie." I corrected automatically.
"You said fairy." He defended.
"Hmm..." I considered. "Maybe I did. She's a fairy thing, I suppose." I thought back to the human days, trying to remember a distant memory. "Isn't 'Pieni'" pronounced the same as 'Piynie'. "'small' in Bulgarian? She said she used to live in the Bulgarian countryside." Alex gave me a bemused look. "I have no idea how I know that. It's probably wrong anyway."
"Small is a bit of an understatement, to be honest." Alex muttered, looking again at Nell.
"I agree. She's a little bit less than small, if you ask me."
"Like... tiny. Miniscule." He muttered.
"Itty bitty." I heard Alex smother his laughter, and I glared at him. "I was trying to think of small words. Don't laugh."
"Fairy doesn't look too impressed with our ways of describing her, though."
I leant back in my chair, crossing my arms. "Fairy needs to learn that when you're short, people talk down to you."
"Ugh, don't I know it." Alex grumbled, shocking me into sitting up straight again.
"You're not that short!" I exclaimed.
"5'11"? It's kind of short for a guy. I used to get the piss taken out of me for it back home."
"Aww, that's cute." I muttered, before I could stop my huge mouth from acting again. I really hope he didn't hear that one. "Back to the fairy..." I said, trying to change the subject.
I groaned, rolling my eyes, though I didn't look away from Nell. "I said 'back to the fairy'. We should make her a bed, or, like, a little chair or pedestal that she can sit on whilst riding the bus."
He remained unphased. "And I said 'cute?'"
"It doesn't matter." I grumbled.
"No, no, you've been saying loads of stuff like this lately. 'Sexy', 'cute'. What is this all of a sudden?" There was no way I was going to be able to avoid giving him an answer, and I knew it. But, always the procrastinator, I acted confused.
He rolled his eyes. "You calling me cute and sexy. We've been on this bus for ages and you've never said anything before." I turned red and tried to avoid his gaze by looking out of the window.
"Well you are... it's cute that you got teased for being short and your laugh is sexy. I didn't know you as well before, so I couldn't say stuff like that." Pathetic excuses.
"But... I'm..." He seems momentarily lost for words. "I'm a whole decade older than you. How can you find someone so much older sexy?"
I forced a 'duh' expression on my face, and said, "How do so many pre-teens scream and cry when they see Robert Pattinson?" A look of confusion crossed his face.
"He's not that much older than them. Is he?"
I shrugged. "He's twenty-four or something." A years exaggeration can't hurt, can it?
"Oh." He thought about this for a moment. "I don't know; 'cause he's a famous person."
"That's not the point." I brushed him off.
"It is, 'cause he's famous and people go nuts about famous people."
Mind blank. Uh oh. "So?" I started to go red, I could feel the burning at the tips of my ears.
"So I'm not famous."
"And...?" Always the stubborn one, me.
"And so the age gap suddenly becomes important doesn't it?" I looked away from him, and muttered.
"Maybe. It depends on your perspective of life, though." I muttered, thinking it was the end of the conversation.
With a shrug, he said, "I was always taught that age gaps that big are weird."
"I was always taught that true lov-" I inwardly cursed myself. "Nevermind." He couldn't hide his grin, and I scowled.
"True Love?" I swear he was just trying to embarrass me. He could be such a jerk sometimes. You ever get that feeling that you really shouldn't like the guy that you do, but you just can't help it? That whenever you see them or hear their voice, you heart has a little spaz attack inside your chest and you get butterflies in your stomach? Ugh. It's really annoying.
"You know what I mean." I muttered. I was avoiding his gaze.
"No, no I don't." The smile in his voice was evident. I wanted to hit him.
"Well it doesn't matter anyway." I picked of Nell between my thumb and forefinger and placed her back on my hand. She was safer that way. Or maybe I was safer that way - it meant I wouldn't be able to make a fist and thwack Alex without squishing her.
"True Love? I think it does."
"I mean it doesn't matter what I was about to say." I said through my teeth, jaw clenched.
"Tell me." His voice had turned soothing, persuasive, and I sighed, turning to look him dead in the eye.
"I was always taught that true love, no matter what form it came in, shouldn't be ignored. That was probably the only good thing my mum ever taught me."
"Right... And I come into this how?" He was incredelous, and I went red all over again. I probably looked like a tomato by now.
I faked a laugh, though it sounded shaky. I knew he would notice. "I can't even remember. I don't remember what my point was."
He raised an eyebrow at this revelation. Told you he would see through it. "Of course you can't."
I tried to shrug it off. "I did tell you it didn't matter." I wished he would let it go. It was a slip of the tongue, that's all.
"I don't believe you." Alex looked back at the Piynie, sitting on my hand. "She looks angry." She did. She was postively fuming, watching our little exchange.
"We should stop ignoring her." It was hard to talk to her like a real person. It was more like talking about a new toy or gossiping about someone across the dining hall from you at school. Creepy, if you ask me.
"It's not my fault I can't bloody hear her."
"Yeah, that's true. Put her up by your ear." I returned the inflalible knowledge he'd given me earlier. People should really listen to their own advice, it would be very beneficial to them. He put the tiny girl on his shoulder, plucking her off my hand. "Can you hear her now?"
He listened intently for a few seconds, before saying slowly, "Yeah, I can. She's complaining about how you shortened her history inaccurately." I rolled my eyes at him. Like it made a difference. What did we care that she used to have wings and lived in some remote countryside in Bulgaria? "Y'know, Fairy is much easier to say than P...Py... whatever."
"Piynie." I informed him, before muttering, "Idiot."
"Look who's talking." He said simply, still listening.
"No, I'm 'stupid', actually, so HAH!" I yelled, a little too loud. I think I was hyper. It certainly felt like it.
"And the difference is...?"
"There's no difference, 'stupid' is a synonym of 'idiot'. Shut up." I was just making a fool of myself, and he smiled. "Can I have the Piynie back?" He handed her back, and I placed her ontop of the chair infront. She gripped tightly to the strands in the fabric, trying desperately not to fall off. "I'm not sure I really want to listen to her - no offence, Nell - so we should make somewhere a little safer than up there for her to sit. I mean, I can't be bothered to carry her around in my hand all day."
"Who said she wanted to be carried around?" Alex asked, but I ignored him. There were only two seats here.
I turned to whisper in his ear, "Is it bad that I would laugh if she fell down?" I felt like I was being mean to her, but I just couldn't help it. He nodded, laughing.