Stupid Cupid

Listen to the song Stupid Cupid (Disney’s The Princess Diaries version) here. Without further ado, please enjoy!


Baby Cupid

This little guy thinks Eric’s suffering is funny. He looks pretty pleased with himself, doesn’t he?

Eric sat at the bar and ordered another drink. It was already quarter past midnight. It looked like she wasn’t coming tonight. No, well, it wasn’t as though he were waiting for her or anything. Why would he be? She’d rejected him a dozen times already.

There were plenty of other fish in the sea. The Wicked Lands was full of lonely, hopeless souls all looking for someone to spend the night with and fill the void they felt in their hearts, even for a brief moment. And with his looks, there wasn’t a girl in this whole bar who wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to spend the night with him.

Yet, Stella’s image filled his mind. Her long brown hair and brown eyes, her beautiful black wings, and her cold attitude. Somehow he just couldn’t get enough. What was he, a lovesick puppy?

It was stupid and he knew it. It was time to give up and move on. He turned to look over his shoulder, scanning the bar for a new target. But his gaze was instantly drawn to the doors where a certain fallen angel brunette had just walked through the door, hiding her dark wings as she stepped inside. When he realized he was staring, he tore his gaze away and turned back to his drink as Stella approached the bar.

Stella appeared next to him and waited for the bartender. She said nothing to him.

He took a swig of his beer and swallowed before he glanced in her direction discreetly and said, “Good evening.”

“Evening,” She answered, but it sounded forced.

“Gonna let me buy you a drink tonight?” He just never learned, did he?

“Nope.”

He nodded, “Alright.”

“A gin and tonic for me, please,” Stella told the bartender as he approached.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him as he decided to try again, “Hey, do you-”

But just then the bartender set down the gin and tonic in front of her as she passed him a bill before grabbing it and walking away.

“Alright then,” He said again, talking only to himself now.

Yep, it was definitely time to give up. He looked over his shoulder and watched Stella make her way to her usual group of friends, who were sitting at a table in the corner at the back. He heard a couple of them welcome her rather merrily, clearly a little loaded. Stella had her back to him, but he still heard the sudden cheer in her voice as she greeted them back, calling them drunk idiots. He couldn’t help but notice the pleasant tone of her voice when she laughed, a sound he never heard when she was talking to him. Eric picked up the bottle in his hand, threw his head back, and gulped down the last sip of his beer. Then he slammed the bottle down on the bar counter.

“Another beer?” The bartender offered him, and Eric didn’t miss the subtle hint of sympathy in his voice.

“Ah,” Eric ignored it, satisfied as he felt the cold liquid slide down his throat before he nodded, “Yeah.”

Another beer appeared in front of him a couple minutes later. He sat at the bar a while, drowning his frustrations. When he was nearing the bottom of this bottle, his eyes found the clock hanging above the bar and he started thinking it was probably time to head home soon. He turned to look over his shoulder again, his eyes scanning over the bar. Subconsciously they landed again on Stella. To his surprise, her eyes met his when he did, but as soon as she saw him looking at her, she glanced away.

Eric was frustrated as he felt his heart skip a beat. He hated that tiny glimmer of hope he suddenly felt. How many times had this happened? Just when he was convinced he should give up on her, she’d go and do one little thing that gave him just enough hope to keep holding on. Stella’s table was mostly empty now. One by one the group had dwindled as members left. After glancing away from him, Stella got up to leave too.

He knew he had little time so he moved quickly. Just before she reached the door, he caught Stella’s arm, spinning her around to face him.

“Let go of me!” She snapped at him with the same cold tone as always.

“Wait,” He pleaded, fumbling over his words in the heat of the moment, “Just now, weren’t you…?”

“Listen, Eric. You’re drunk,” She told him, “You should go home and sleep it off, okay?”

He shook his head, “No, but-”

“Go home, Eric,” Stella repeated.

With that, she pulled her arm from Eric’s grip and left. Eric stood watching after her for a moment before he returned to his drink at the bar. If she didn’t like him, why was she staring at him? If she did like him, why did she act like she did? He just didn’t get it.

He finished his drink and then he too left the bar. Once on the street, he revealed his wings and was about to take off when he spotted Stella again. She looked around suspiciously before she slipped into an alleyway across the street.

Naturally, he followed her. What could she possibly be doing? Didn’t she know it was dangerous out here at night? When he rounded the corner, Stella was nowhere to be found. The sound of grunting and banging drew his attention instead. He followed it deeper into the alleyway. He crept up to another corner where the grunts had gotten louder and peered around to see it. There he saw a flurry of white and black wings. Two fallen angels were beating on a third angel, one with white wings. What was a pure angel doing out here in the Wicked Lands? A final blow rendered the pure angel unconscious as he fell forward against the pavement. The two fallens picked him up, spreading their wings as they prepared to take off. But what could they have possibly wanted with a pure angel?

He suddenly got a bad feeling and promptly decided it was time to go. As he spun around to go back the way he came he found himself face to face with Stella.

“Stella! You scared the living daylights outta me,” He gasped, taking a breath of relief, “It’s not safe, let’s get out of here.”

But Stella was eerily calm, taking a step towards him, “You should’ve gone home like I told you to, Eric.”

The bad feeling in his gut intensified as he stuttered, “E-excuse me?”

She took another step towards him as he took one back, “You’ve seen too much.”

His back met something behind him. In a split second he registered that someone was there, but before he could react, a black bag was forced over his head, blocking out his vision. A sharp hit to the base of the back of his head took all consciousness from him.


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Melissa

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