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It's kind of insulting."
    I frowned. "Fine. Can I ask a question first?"
    "Sure," he said slowly.
    "Why would I get three wishes?"
    He shrugged. "I have no idea."
    "And how are you a fairy godmother? Aren't you, like, sixteen? I didn't think they had fairy godmothers that young. Or … um … male ones."
    He glared at me and stood up a little straighter. "I'm seventeen."
    Interesting. I was almost seventeen.
    We sat in silence for what seemed like ages. I watched his slender fingers pick at his wand.
    Piano fingers. Nice, long piano fingers. I shook my head. I was not checking out a fairy.
    Sick of the silence, I asked, "So, you're really real? Can I touch you?"
    A look of horror crossed his face as I stood up and walked over to him. "We aren't supposed to … uh … physically interact with humans. Especially our assignments."
    I looked at him curiously, but didn't stop. He was stone still as I reached out a finger and poked him in the arm.
    Yep. Definitely real.
    "Wow," I said to myself, but I caught a hint of a smile from him.
    "So, Kendall. Now that we know each other better, any ideas on wishes? You want me to turn anyone into a toad?"
    The entire student body of my high school.
    "No," I lied.
    "Any handsome princes you want to dash away with?"
    Cameron. If he ever decided to talk to me again. "Not really."
    "Then what is your heart's desire?" Ash balanced the wand on his pinky this time, and walked around the room. "You have three wishes. The sooner you make them, the sooner I can get out of this ridiculous … er," He stopped. "This assignment. I have bigger plans than being a fairy. Not that this isn't great fun and all. I just need a job that's a little more …"
    "Masculine?"
    "Yes," he grumbled.
    "Let me think on it," I said.
    "Really?" He turned around and smiled, showing off perfect white teeth. I wondered if he was a tooth fairy as well.
    "Really," I promised.
    "Awesome," he said, gliding across the room. He sat down in the hot pink bean bag next to my bed.
    I wondered if he knew how gracefully he carried himself. Probably not. I didn't want to embarrass him, so I didn't mention it. He already seemed out of place, being a fairy godmother and all. The fresh, rainy smell filled my nostrils again, and I breathed in deep. He really smelled amazing.
    "Can I ask you a question?" I asked.
    He nodded, looking more relaxed.
    "If you're really a fairy, do you have, you know … wings?"
    His jaw clenched, and he looked away.
    "I take that as a yes."
    "Do you always ask such personal questions of people you barely know?"
    "Yes. I ask everyone I meet if they have wings attached to their backs."
    "Ha. Ha," he said. There was no humor in his voice.
    He was kind of a jerk. I thought fairies were supposed to be all nice and sweet. Then again, I'd never actually met one before. "Can I ask you something else?"
    "It doesn't matter what I say, you'll just ask it anyway." He pushed his hair out of his eyes, and I noticed again how beautiful they were. Blue and silver. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
    I turned away and focused on my pink bedspread. "Can I call you something other than fairy godmother? Since, well, you're obviously not a mother, or grandmother, or a girl …"
    He smiled. "I'm glad you noticed."
    I blushed. “Um, what about godbrother or something?”
    “I’m not your brother,” he said.
    “Really? I thought we were identical twins.”
    His eyes narrowed.
    At least I thought I was funny.
    "Like I told you earlier. You can call me Ash."
    "Okay then, Ash," I said. "Let's get to work."
     

Chapter 5
    Ash
     
    Kendall played with a lock of her light hair while I drummed my fingers on her nightstand. I was already getting impatient, and it was only my first day with her.
    I tried making myself comfortable in her bean bag, and shuddered at all the pink around me. Pillows, bedspread, curtains. It was unnerving. Like stepping into Lady Shenelle's office. I was tempted to turn everything blue. Or black.
    "What kinds