There wasn't a section for Huniepop when I first wanted to work on this project. Now that there is, I'm finally going to take the time to put this up. It's an interesting twist on the relationship that our protagonist shares with a couple of the special ladies. Be advised, there are mature themes ahead. After all, this is Huniepop.

Also, this fanfiction wouldn't be possible without the dev of Huniepop taking the time and effort to create the game in the first place. So of course, my thanks to the creator, Ryan Koons, for making it all happen! This story is dedicated to all the fans out there. Please enjoy!

Relationship Problems

There was something wrong with Tiffany lately. She hadn't been the same over the last few weeks. She was spacing out left and right, while her relationships with her friends seemed to be failing fast. The only person she took the time to talk to now was her boyfriend, the new guy that turned up on campus a couple of months back, Mikey.

Something had to be done before it was too late. If Tiff closed off anymore then it was likely she wouldn't talk to anyone at all. So, with little time to act, the young man sat in his apartment and pondered.

He sighed as he slipped on his white vest over his toned chest, his eyes gazed toward the lounge mirror as he did so, "What do you suggest, Kyu? The girl's checked out half the time and I don't think anything will help," He explained - putting on his body spray.

Gentle wings fluttered in from the living room in response to the question. The cute lady fairy hovered a little off the ground with a slightly downcast expression upon her usually cheery face, "Why not try and take her out on a date?" she suggested enthusiastically in return.

"Also," the pinkish-haired mythical beauty waggled her finger, "Don't go saying things won't help," she added sternly - whacking the young; toned man with peroxide hair across the head with a rolled up newspaper.

"After all," Kyu continued, placing her slender fingers upon the young male's broad shoulders, "They all said you were a lost cause in my world; a twenty-two year old virgin that played in a deadbeat band. Now look at you…. You certainly gave Audrey a few nights she won't forget, and you have a totally new image."

Mikey rolled his eyes before inspecting his finely trimmed goatee in the mirror, "It's not like Audrey is a badge of achievement now, is she?" He turned his back, reaching across for his denim jacket sprawled across the couch, "She came over and drank all of my liquor; smoked around sixty cigarettes; stuck her drunk ass in the air, and let me do all the work."

"Aww, don't be like that," Kyu interrupted with a chuckle. She sat herself on the shiny leather couch and stretched out her legs with a yawn, "You should have seen her leaving your apartment the next morning. She kept on looking at your picture on her phone, and her cheeks were bright red. I think she really has a thing for you."

"That was a couple of months ago, Kyu," he replied in swift tone of frustration, "She stopped calling, so I let it go... I don't think it was serious anyway."

A playful giggle escaped from the love fairy, "Did you want it to be serious or something?"

"We're supposed to be talking about Tiff here, not Audrey," Mikey was hasty in reply - wanting to try and bury any thoughts about the time he spent with that girl. In fact, there was a part of him that wanted to start from scratch like it never happened.

Kyu groaned with an undertone of annoyance as she turned over on her back. Her wings fluttered gently as she continued in her quiet claim of the couch, "Ohh, come on, Mike…. Audrey has problems, we know that…. But for real dude... think about it. Tiffany must do too, or else she wouldn't be so quiet around you lately."

Mike had reached that conclusion on his own. He didn't need the help of his love fairy to figure it out. Still, to say it had played over in his mind enough to become a cause for concern was untrue. However, for the longest time he'd kept it pushed to the back of his thoughts.

The young man with emerald eyes scooped up his freshly polished shoes off the hardwood floor, "Well, it seems like we're both having problems right about now," he sighed, giving a glance to Kyu as he slipped on his footwear.

With his shoes out of the way, the ruggedly smooth gentleman smiled weakly at his magenta-haired friend, "I need to figure out what the Hell is bothering Tiffany... and I need to try and forget about a certain redhead, too."

Kyu didn't make any effort to move anymore. She was set firmly upon the couch, her wings outstretched, and her eyex fixated on a slightly more adult magazine that she'd 'borrowed' from Mike's room, "You don't seem too interested in dealing with anyone's issues right now," she said while flicking between pages, "It looks like you're all set to hit the club if you ask me."

The blunt words of the petite fairy lady bore a hint of snide animosity - Mike felt it a mile off. He gave a short grunt of annoyance as he made his way toward the door, "Well, I can't fix problems tonight, now can I?" He shook his head shortly - placing a hand upon handle.

"It's Friday night, after all," Mike's smooth; deep voice chimed through to Kyu as he pulled the doorway open with a small growl, "You know I hit Lusties club on a Friday."

It was almost time to make an exit. He stood in the doorway - checking his attire one last time with precision, "Looking good tonight."

Everything seemed in place - dressed to kill, clad in his best jeans and tee; his peroxide-blond hair scruffily styled with its usual flare, and his nice new shoes polished to a perfect shine. "I'm heading out," Mike reached back for the door handle, "Call me on the Huniebee if you need something."

"You know what I think you should do, lover boy?" Kyu came back lazily from her place in the lounge.

The voice of the pretty fairy; his guardian in a sense, was enough to make Mike delay his departure for a moment. He spun around and went back to Kyu for the moment. Oh God, not again, she was popping open the buttons of her loose fitting pink dress.

"What do you have in mind?" Mike asked half-cocked - trying his best to ignore what the fairy was starting to do on his couch.

"It's pretty simple really," she answered half-heartedly - the mythical beauty was definately more focused on pulling down her garments - tight pink panties very much on show at this point, "Call one of the girls tonight, arrange a meet, and sort out your shit dude, I'm serious! You can't keep avoiding this forever, playa."

Mike smiled weakly at the advice. Conflict surged in in his green eyes, and he could most certainly feel it in his heart as well. Regardless, he kept smiling and nodded his head gently, "….I'll do that. You know Kyu, you're a little crazy, but you're not a bad girl."

"You're," Kyu gasped softly as she brought her hand downward to a more delicate region, "…not a bad guy yourself!"

The young gent couldn't contain his slight frustration over the activity his slender fairy girl was partaking in. He turned his back - heading for the door again, "….Well, I'm out... and for goodness sakes Kyu... don't do anything nasty on my couch. I'm not getting it cleaned again."

"No promises," Miss Sugardust rasped - naughtly giggles slipping free from her lips.

"I swear," Mike sighed softly, "You're something else, you know that?"

"Ohhhh C'mon dude! You know you love me..."

A soft chuckle was the best Mike could find on his way out. He smiled - thinking back to the memories of Kyu's arrival. As whacky as she was, he owed her a lot. "Yeah... You're strange as ever, but I wouldn't be without you."

A couple of hours sat by the bar in Lustiles, it truly didn't change anything. The different scenery wasn't exactly acting as paradigm to soothe Mike's conflicted thoughts. He sat there with his drink at the ready. As each minute crept by he simply sat looking down at his phone in the left hand. All the while, he sipped upon the glass of neat tequila in his right. His thumb pressed against the touch screen - flicking between two names in the call directory, two women he knew well.

"Audrey or Tiffany…. Dammit, why can't this crap be easy?" He muttered under his breath - internally screaming for everything to make more sense.

The uncertain man with dark-green eyes kept his finger hovering over the 'cal'l button. His choice was made, perhaps by impulse; perhaps by his best judgement. He didn't know what was making him decide like he was, but alas, something needed to be done. He couldn't sit here all night long in debate.

All of the other patrons danced under the glow of neon lights; they drank their drinks without a care in the world, and dammit, they were having a good time - something he. "...I should be up there enjoying myself too... not sat here wasting my time."

It was that line of thought that brought him to a conclusion.

"Kyu's right…. I need to sort this entire mess out." Mike felt his heart pounding violently in his chest. The red organ at the core of his body thumped so violently that it threatened to overload. A small twinge of pain surged forth as his thumb pressed down upon the 'call' icon on screen.

The dial tone chimed loudly within Mikey's right ear as he held it close. With each ring of the cell phone his breathing became a little deeper. The tension, it was unreal, enough to make his sense of self jar a little as he waited for the inevitable.

Moments passed - increments of time that seemed to drag on forever, "Please... pick up... I don't need the stress right now."

There was a click - and finally the horrible silence shattered, "Hey," there came a gentle voice over the line, "Mike... I was just about to call you."

"Tiffany, sweetheart…. It's me. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up tonight." Mike's tone of voice was both kind and compassionate, with a hint of warmth. There was nothing but silence at first, but the band vocalist still held his phone close to his ear while he awaited a reply.

"Sure thing," Miss Maye answered; her voice was a little more upbeat this time, "How about our usual coffee shop? We haven't been there in a while." she suggested casually, "I don't feel like drinking tonight... I've got essays due in a few days."

"You mean Nutmeg? That's fine with me," Mike said with a nod as he moved toward the exit, "I need a little something to sober me up anyhow. I'll see you whenever you're ready - and please, take your time. No need to rush."

A strange feeling hung in the air - Mike felt it, as if Tiffany really wanted to say something. wanted to speak more than anything - but she seemed hesitant. This kind of thing was so out of character for her.

"….I'm glad you called, Mikey….. There's something I need to ask you when we meet up, okay? It's been going around in my head for a little while now.

Mike downed his drink and made a swift exit from the nightclub. As he arrived outside, past the students and drunken patrons - the cool night air caressed his face, "…If you need to talk Tiffany, I'm all ears. Anyhow, I'm heading in the way of the coffee shop now, so I'll see you soon."

"That's great... and Mike? Thank you. I've been needing to talk for a while now." With a click - the line went dead, leaving the blond man alone with his thoughts.

"I better get moving," Mikey began, making the way toward his destination.

At first he was quick, sidestepping people in the busy evening streets. His journey was a smooth one, at least that was the case for a little while Footsteps started following close behind, heeled footsteps - their pace picked up with every passing second.

"Someone's following me..." Seconds slipped into minutes - all the while Mike's pulse rose higher. Whoever it was, they sure were persistent.

Finally losing his cool, Mike growled with frustration, swinging back to glare daggers at his mysterious pursuer, "Would you quit follow-"

A familiar sight brought waves of shock to coursing through his whole body. His powerful eyes of green remained wide - focused in hard upon a pair of red orbs.

"Audrey?!"

"You're damn right!" She stood firmly in place - her slender white fingers resting angrily upon her hips. The frilly red dress she wore, along with her long ruby hair, they were both reminders of intimate nights that Mike was torn between embracing and forgetting.

"So, asshole," Miss Belrose stomped closer, eyes narrowed for the kill. "YOU MIND TELLING ME WHO THE FUCK TIFFANY IS?"

Mike froze to the spot. Utter fear pulsed through his entire body at the sound of that violent feminine scream. His hands remained at their sides while his mind worked in overdrive to figure out a valid response, "A-Audrey," he stammered, "...It's not how it looks..."

"You know," the frilly French girl looked down to the ground - fury burned deep from within her, but beyond that there was a hint of something else - pain.

"When I said you could do whatever the Hell you wanted," she paused - her pale hands crunched into fists, "...I didn't mean you could start seeing other girls, you dick. You're mine... you got that? Mine!"

The beautifully dressed European lady raged forward - grabbing Mike by the shoulders, "You have five seconds to explain that phone call to me, or I'm gonna kick your balls into next week!"

There was no freedom of choice anymore - Mike had to choose right now. Right in front of him was Audrey. If he turned his back on Tiffany he would still be able to justify his actions and salvage things here, or so he thought.

However, there was also the cheerleader to think about. He couldn't just turn abandon her - not after all they'd been through.

"Well... I'm waiting, "Audrey dug her nails in hard, "...Don't you dare lie to me."

Whatever Mike's choice, there would be no going back, and certainly no restarts. Life wasn't just a trivial game.

To be continued….

Well, this came out even better than I thought it would in my writing plan. I've decided that I'm definitely going to carry this on. In fact, I might have this chapter serve as a prologue that branches off into two separate stories, one for Tiffany and our protagonist, and the other for Audrey.

Thank you for taking the time to read this! Please feel free to leave some feedback if you would like. All opinions are very much appreciated. I shall see you all in the next part of the story, and please keep on supporting the official release of the Huniepop game!