"Did you see what that?"

"Between them? That was so gross!"

"It was cute!"

"Ewwww! How could you say that?"

"Because it was, dummy!"

"You can't say that!"

"Yes, I can! You can't tell me what to not say!"

Yes, bickering had indeed broken out the next morning between the group of four-year-olds. It was a beautiful Thursday morning, but this went unnoticed by every person in the building.

That one specific incident between their two caretakers had not been overlooked by the children.

"How can you say it was cute? And then call me a dummy!"

"You're a dummy because you don't think it was sweet."

"Fine…" The pink-hatted boy mumbled the rest of his statement.

Molly leaned a little closer, "What was that?"

"I said FINE, you are RIGHT."

Tootie and Molly shared a double high five, glad to win the small argument.

Tootie turned to Timmy to continue, "Yeah, we're glad you-"

Anything the girls could have said further was interrupted by flying colorful blobs heading straight for them.

SPLORTCH!

Molly and Tootie, including Trixie and Veronica, were covered head to toe, soaked with water. The barrage of water balloons ceased momentarily giving the girls time to sputter.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Molly screeched, throwing herself on top of Francis, knocking him over. She had seen him throw the first balloon.

As soon as his back fully hit the ground, the black-haired girl grabbed as many of the nearby balloons as possible and instantly starting firing them at the gray kid's face.

The three other girls slowly tore their own gazes from the scene. They faced the boys with looks of horror.

Timmy, Chester, and Remy stood side-by-side, throwing water balloons up and catching them again threateningly, their crazy grins widening.

"This is WAR."

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The daycare center's interior held two very quiet teenagers. Neither had spoken much more than "Good morning, kids!" or a quiet "Goodnight" to the other just before they fell asleep.

Oddly enough, neither realized that they weren't avoiding talking to specifically each other out of sheer embarrassment. No, there was an entirely different reason.

They hadn't even noticed that they were barely on speaking terms.

Both Cosmo and Wanda were merely intrigued by yesterday's kiss.

Though remembering it instantly made one blush bright red, they couldn't keep their minds from replaying what happened while the girls freed Wanda from the boys' team.

Cosmo had felt it. Sure, technically, he had the nerve endings to feel his lips on hers. That's exactly how he knows their lips met. But it was something else he felt. He couldn't explain, but it seemed as though he felt it with his mind.

Or to go deeper, even if it scared him, his soul.

And just remembering that trace of extra feeling, he brushed his lips lightly with his fingers and bushed, regretting not keeping their lips there even just a bit longer.

Wanda, on the other hand, no different. The one thing that made her freeze in her tracks yesterday was simply the taste.

As creepy, she admitted to herself as her face turned red, as it sounded, it was true. His lips were pleasantly sweet, and she longed for that taste again. But, that oddly wasn't what she found strange about it.

The sweetness came from something within him; like he had unintentionally sent out a flood of emotions from his heart all the way up to his lips. And in return, Wanda experienced the most amazing flutter of butterflies.

Even thinking of it now, her stomach tickled with happiness as she glanced over to Cosmo, who was absentmindedly fiddling with the fringe of the big red reading chair.

Smiling, Wanda suddenly was reminded of a certain other kiss. Bringing her hand to her mouth in shock, she suddenly realized why that kiss yesterday brought up such fond feelings…

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The school bell rang a cheery, well-known fairy tune that let every young fairy know that lunch was over and they were excused to recess.

Many kids ran off to their new friends they had eagerly already made earlier.

Except for one lonely girl.

This one exception fluttered her own delicate wings until she was high enough up to sit halfway up a tree. She settled herself on a thicker branch and opened up a small sketchbook. Sighing, she began another one of her many intricate doodles that littered her sketchbook already.

Even though she was young, and only began her first day of kindergarten today, she already understood why many kids avoided her.

Long before the first day of school starts, every kid enrolled for the upcoming school year had to go through specific tests. During these tests, each child is carefully observed.

Although long ago fairies evolved from the heinous crimes of knotting women's long beautiful hair, kidnapping babies to make parents worry, or simply just stealing one shoe from each pair to annoy humans, fairies had an uncanny ability to stay in touch with the more beneficial aspects of their ancestors' personalities. Every fairy was born with automatic talent is music and visual arts: the only good things that their ancestors' showed the humans.

Throughout these tests, each fairy would not only be tested to see if there is a disabled link in that connection (meaning the fairy was magically disabled, much like a human can be mentally disabled, and who be harder for the fairy to learn how to use their magic), but also something much more special.

It was long ago discovered that some fairies not only are able to have a great talent, but others are considered exceptional. Many studies showed that fairies with an exceptional talent in certain area(s) were given to them through an unnatural channel of their own magic. Sometimes the magic channel was strong enough to give them amazing control to do crazy things with their magic that most likely no other fairy could, and sometimes it channeled through other non-magic related things, like they were given some sort of superpower (like super-sight, or incredible flying agility and speed).

Wanda hadn't even gotten past the first few questions before she was thrown into the Exceptionals class. Her incredible talent in art started at an early age, and so did her unexplainable knowledge. The counselor's single glance at her "what I do when I'm bored" doodles impressed him, even for an exceptional. But what amazed the counselor even more was when her parents gave him her IQ test score.

It was very rare for an Exceptional to have more than one talent.

On the first day of school, the kindergarten grade was split into three classes: two regulars, and one Exceptional.

The Exceptionals class was where the chosen fairies could learn the same subjects as the regulars, but spend class periods building upon their talents.

Wanda was honestly not at all impressed by who was in her class. Every other exceptional just had another common talent: flying abilities, incredibly fast learner, etc.

The pink-haired girl was one of the few in her class, and of the entire fairy population, that had a talent that many others didn't posses. She also had two.

What truly caught her eye just as the bell rang was a boy around four or five, like her, sitting farther in the back. Glancing every once in a while at him throughout class, she soon found that he could barely pay attention, looked at the clock constantly, and busied himself by stacking pencils. It truly made her wonder if he was placed in this class by accident or, by how he acted throughout class, if he himself wandered into the wrong classroom.

Wanda was quickly proved wrong when the teacher tried to inform him after class that school was meant for paying attention and learning, but he quickly replied by repeating the gist of what they had gone over in class that day.

Now, sitting on the tree branch, she totally forgot about that boy, deeming it not to be her trouble in the first place.

She once again began drawing in her sketchbook until she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, Wanda shrieked as her slightly turned head met bright green orbs.

"Wow… that's so… pretty…" The green-haired fairy drawled, staring at the work in her lap, "Is that your gift?"

"Maybe!" Wanda slammed the book shut, glaring slightly. She just wanted a quiet recess, but here she was, stuck talking to the Exceptional with no gift.

"I wish I could show you mine…" The green fairy's eyes fell sadly. Wanda was suddenly intrigued; she had never heard of an Exceptional's talent being confidential.

"Well, why can't you?

"My momma says that I can't show anyone because it's one of those special talents, and I might scare someone…"

Wanda practically stood up to meet face-to-face with her classmate who sat on a branch just above hers, but her logic kept her from doing so. Instead of being frightened by what he was saying, this new-found information peaked her curiosity greatly.

"I won't be scared, I promise! Can you show me?"

"By the way, I'm Cosmo…"

"Okay, Okay, I'm Wanda. Now will you show me?"

Cosmo glanced around the playground until he spotted a small clearing in the behind a line of trees at the edge of the school grounds. He pointed in that direction.

"I'll show you there."

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"Well, well, what is it?" Wanda jumped around him excitedly. Her first day was a bust before she formally met Cosmo, being that the regular kids didn't want anything to do with the kids who were different.

"Stop jumping."

She ceased all movement.

"Hold out your hand."

Wanda lifted her right hand, palm up towards him, excitement flit=uttering in her stomach.

Cosmo gently grasped her hand with his left hand. Lifting his own right hand, Cosmo placed one finger on the end of each hand line and drew them inwards towards the center of her hand until it looked like Cosmo was pinching her with all fingers. Wanda giggled slightly from being ticklish, but generally held still. He locked eyes with her.

"I know this sounds crazy, but I want to try something. Since your gift is art, I want you to think of your favorite color. My gift will be boring without an artist adding color." Cosmo blushed slightly at his last statement, but watched as Wanda stared back at him, clearing focusing on the color.

Wanda slowly shifted her gaze to their intertwined hands while staying focused. Cosmo lifted his pinched fingers carefully and quietly.

Wanda realized she was about to see his gift.

Pink light shot down her arm and startled her, although it didn't hurt. But through the shock, Wanda froze in fear as the pink swirled at her palm and lifted into the air. Cosmo dropped her and she left it fall to her side.

She stared at it and Cosmo smiled, glad she kept to her promise of not being scared, but finding it cool.

"C-Cosmo! W-what is t-that?"

"This," Cosmo moving his fingers in an odd motion until the pink orb landed gently in his palm, "is a star."

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Wanda jerked as his last statement before recess ended so long ago repeated in her head. Gasping sharply, she pushed aside the small amount of paperwork Jorgen gave them to fill out on the table and sat back.

The strange thing is that the kiss from yesterday triggered the memory of them meeting. Then again...

After school on that first day, Cosmo ran into Wanda at the back of the school and he gave her a small peck on the lips. Confused, younger Wanda had asked Cosmo why he just kissed her. He quickly explained that his mother always said to save kisses for people you truly like and trust, and that he knew right away that she fit both.

It wasn't soon after in the next few days that he found out her other gift was her amazing intellect; Cosmo did, and still does, consider it a "know-it-all" give instead of "great intelligence", albeit jokingly.

In the midst of her reminiscing, the back door to the center burst open. Both Cosmo and Wanda shrieked when pulled so quickly out of their thinking. Standing in the doorframe were six very soaked four-year-olds.

Wanda brought her hand to her mouth to giggle.

"Um, Ms. Wanda and Mr. Cosmo, we got into a little water fight…" Chester scratched the back of his head.

Cosmo chuckled loudly, "Well, that's obvious enough…"

Timmy shouted from somewhere behind the crowd, "And we wanted to get changed and have a picnic outside!"

"YEAH!" Came the chorus of excited voices.

"Fine, fine," Wanda giggled, "Cosmo and I will get everything ready."

The kids cheered and ran towards their bags of extra clothing and raced for the bathrooms.

Meanwhile, Cosmo began setting out table cloths on the picnic table and set out a pitcher of lemonade that was made earlier because they were going to drink it anyways.

Wanda placed out the sandwiches and sat in a plastic lounge chair next to Cosmo on the other side of the backyard, but still where they could watch the children.

The children piled outside together and sat down, fighting over who got which type of sandwich. It was quite hilarious; a group of kids that made perfect friends, but can still fight about anything.

Wand took a small sip of lemonade before staring into her cup and speaking.

"Cosmo, remember the day we met?"

The question obvious surprised him, as he choked slightly on his own drink. He calmed down quickly and looked at Wanda.

"You thought about that, too?"

Wanda nodded, "You… felt something… yesterday?"

Cosmo's cheeks tinted red, causing Wanda's smile to widen more, "Yes."

Without further explanation, Wanda held out her right hand.

Cosmo repeated a familiar process that he's only done a few times since the day he met Wanda. His eyes locked with hers, silently asking the same question.

Much like other times they had tried it, Wanda soon learned that both of their gift were powerful enough so that Wanda didn't need to focus on a certain color, but let her subconscious choose. And this time was no different. Except…

Wanda's cheeks burnt red as Cosmo lifted his hands, and a green orb floated out of her hand.