You were through the dark garden smelling the dark roses. You needed them because they are holding the dark energy that you need to defeat the fairies someday. You just needed some time to regenerate.

As you went through the garden, you came across someone you admire.

Hiding behind one of the rose bushes, you watched as she continued to water the dark roses. You were too shy to speak directly face to face.

As you leaned closer, a branch fell off the tree, and you left before Darcy noticed. After you ran out, she went to the bush and found something you left behind.

Back at your dorm, as you closed the door behind yourself, you knew that you were safe. You went through his bag to see everything was there, except for one thing.

You quickly realized you were missing your phone. You usually carry it with you, and if you knew if anyone were to call at this moment, you'd go crazy.

Seeing how there was a hole in the bag, you realized the bush branch must have scratched in the hole in your backpack when you ran off.

You were freaking out because your phone was missing, and you didn't have your phone tracker on, so there was no way to track it. After exactly an hour, you heard a knock on the door.

Answering the door, you froze while the person you admired was standing right in front of you.

"Um, hi?"

Darcy: "I want to have a little talk with you."

You sat her down while you went to the kitchen to make some tea. As you looked at her from afar, you noticed her looking at your family photo, which featured your back in the royal life before it was destroyed by the fairies.

You ran out with the tea and placed it on the table, and you sipped the tea for a moment before she handed you back your phone. Your shyness broke just for a quick second, but just long enough for you to grab the phone from her.

Darcy: "Why are you always like this?"

"Huh?"

Darcy: "Why do you always act so shy around me?"

"What do you mean?"

Darcy: "Every time I try to get near you, you always run away from me, and during school group projects, you've always been so shy and just worked on the project, and at times, I tried to have a normal conversation with you."

You tried to answer that question but was overcome by his shyness once more. Seeing the perfect opportunity, Darcy kissed you, turning yourself as bright as a tomato.

When she placed her hand on your cheek, you were still as bright as a tomato.

Darcy: "Ready to answer my question now?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," you quivered.

She tasted something on her lips and recognized that flavor.

Darcy: "Is that dark cherry lip gloss you're wearing?"

"Yes."

Darcy: "So, why do you always run away from me?"

"It's because..." 

You sighed.

"I'm in love with you, Darcy."

Darcy: "W-what?? Wait, me?!"

"Yes."

Darcy was shocked to hear that someone actually loves her, because its usually her sisters that every girl admires. She wasn't expecting one of the students to be in love with her.

Darcy: "What do you see in me?"

"Darcy, you're more than just a fairy to me. You are an amazing garden keeper and you were amazing with those vines of yours, plus you do have a great personality."

Darcy giggled.

Darcy: "Okay, you do have a point, but how come you haven't talked to me after all this time?"

"Because I was always overcome by my shyness and didn't actually have the courage to talk to you."

Darcy realized exactly what you meant by that.

Darcy: "One more thing, was that you were outside in the dark garden earlier?" 

You sighed.

"Yes, but only because it was the only place where I could smell the dark roses."

Darcy was surprised knowing that she's not the only one who goes to the dark garden to smell the dark roses. She hugged you and you hugged her back.

Darcy: "So, you promise to always be honest with me?"

"Yes ma'a-"

She put her finger on your lips.

Darcy: "Please, just call me Darcy."

"Yes, Darcy."

She kissed you and you fell back on the couch.

Darcy: "Oh, and one more thing. My sisters are going to be busy tonight, so I was wondering if I could spend the night with you?"

"Yes," you said, blushing deeply.