Fan Club
by: Thyme

(There she goes again...Relena, Queen of the World.)

A soft sigh as a small body leaned heavily against the wall, blue eyes entranced by the honey-blonde hair and peaceful disposition of the Peacecraft girl.

(When will she ever notice me?)

She ran a restless hand through her short, cropped blonde hair. (Miss Relena...please. Today, won't you see me today?) Pain flickered underneath the surface. Dorothy was wearing her characteristically mysterious smirk, slender, forked eyebrows raised as she held out her arm to Relena. The Peacecraft laughed, glowing, and took the offered arm. They both began walking away, their uniform skirts swaying in sync.

"Miss Relena," Dorothy drawled in her slow, graceful way, "I've been meaning to talk to you about something...."

"What is it, Dorothy?" she heard Relena respond. Dorothy's smirk turned mischievous, and she leaned over to whisper into the other girl's ear while Relena blushed. Their spectator remained wordless, watching as their backs began to fade from view.

Crushed hope. (...please, Miss Relena. When will you see..?)

She remained rooted to the floor, frozen in place until her two friends came over, their eyes reflecting the same disappointment she felt.

"Maybe tomorrow, Sandy," Clara murmured.

The blonde-haired girl sighed, pushing off from the wall. "Maybe tomorrow," she repeated, wistfully. Clara grasped her hand tightly in hers, giving her a small smile.

"It WILL happen, Sandy. I promise."

She smiled, squeezing back, and with a free hand she brushed some of her friend's flipped brown hair away from her pretty brown eyes. "She'll notice you, too, Clara."

Trixie, watching them with sympathetic black eyes, nodded and turned to watch the object of their affections drift away, still chatting energetically with Dorothy. "Someday," she whispered, "she'll notice all of us."

So it was with a hopeful outlook that the fan club shared a collective sigh and trailed slowly after.

Someday, maybe....