A/N: Hey guys! I hope you're all well.

This one-shot idea came from Lexvan, so thank you so much! I hope you all like it and feel free to comment on this any way you like.


"And how is my lovely care bear today?"


"Yes, my sugar plum?"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Whatever you say, honey-"

Irma shoves him out the way slightly, before groaning and stomping all the way across to her seat in class.

She catches sight of him as he waves at her goofily from across the room. Her body slumps down in the chair and she closes her eyes.

Today is going to be a really long day.

Cornelia grins, "So, how did you enjoy that serenade?"

"I can't believe he would do something like that – in front of everyone!"

"Geez, Irmy, I'm sure Martin was jut expressing how much he lo-"

"Not another word, Corny."

Her blonde friend laughs, shaking her head, "One day, Irmy, you'll get over this."

"Schmooooky Pookie Pooo! Wait up!"

Irma groans. She spins around, ready to show Martin a piece of her mind-

"Oh, Martin, you're so sweet!"

She freezes. She couldn't possibly have responded to him like that, meaning-

He giggles at the girl standing a few feet in front of him in response. Irma gawks at them in astonishment. Martin...with a girl?

She glances over at the brunette standing next to him.

And a pretty one, too.

Noticing her look, he walks over to her. "Oh...hey, Irma."


"This is Michelle." He gestures towards the girl standing next to him, awkwardly.

"It's nice to meet you!" Michelle chirps. Her words tumble out in a thick French accent, and Martin visibly swoons at her in a sickly fashion.

Irma forces a tiny smile on her face, "You too, Michelle."

He gives her a nod and continues with Michelle along the corridors, towards their class.

She watches from a few seats away in the Cafeteria, as they laugh together.

"Um...Irma...Are you okay?"

She perks up slightly at the mention of her name and nods in Hay Lin's direction, muttering a quick "Fine".

Will raises an eyebrow, before glancing at Irma's hand in a fist on the table.

The water guardian visibly relaxes as her head falls down slightly. Glancing one more time from the corner of her gaze at the couple, she closes her eyes and rests her head in her hands.

That should be me with him.

Taranee walks home with her a few days later.

Noticing the distant look on her friend's face, she begins talking. "So I haven't seen Martin around lately."

Irma's gaze shoots up at the mention of his name, and she tries to hide her gloom with a shrug.

"He's probably still trying to cope with his infatuation over Michelle."

Her attempt at pronouncing the name with a French accent doesn't go unnoticed, along with the jealousy in her voice.

Taranee studies her friend's expression for a moment.

"Do...Do you have...feelings for him?"

Irma's expression is blank. She ponders over this for a moment.

Does she have feelings for the boy that would follow her around school, trying to impress her at any chance he could get?

She tries to force a laugh, wanting to deny the thought of it all together.

But as she simply chooses to ignore answering the question, makes her way home and sits in her room all alone – it is the only thought that refuses to leave her alone.

Martin makes his way to his place in class. His seat is directly in front of Irma's, and the one next to him is empty.

Irma has a puzzled expression on her face. She taps the back of his chair and he turns around to face her.

"Where's Michelle?"

He shrugs, "She had to move back to France."

Irma nods slowly and is about to reply, when Martin turns back around. Her gaze drops and she begins to fumble with her fingers, thinking of how he probably wants nothing more to do with her anymore.

"Hey, Irma."

There it is again. Irma. No failed attempt at a pickup line, no dorky expression and no laughter in his tone of voice.

"...Is everything alright?"

She has a blank expression on her face and nods ever so slightly, before walking past him and out of the school gates.

"What are you doing?" she asks Martin, watching as he falls into step with her.

"I'm walking you home." He replies back simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Her eyes widen, "But..."

He gives her a questioning look, making her want to continue.

"But...I...I was terrible to you!" she pauses and takes a deep breath, "Why would you still want to be near me?"

They stop walking and he sighs before looking down at his feet. She finds it difficult to read his expression.

"Michelle was so good to you..." she whispers, feeling the guilt wash over her. She closes her eyes and takes a short breath, before facing him. "I...I understand if you don't want to hang out with me anymore...I'm sorry, Martin..."

Martin listens intensively at her while she trails of. He cuts her off by pulling her in for a hug.

Irma's eyes widen once more as she slowly hugs him back, the colour rising in her cheeks. He pulls away and notices her expression.

"I just thought that you had had enough of me...and you wanted me to stop bothering you." He explains. "Michelle's a good person but...I didn't have feelings for her. I really care about you, Irma."

She bites her lip before raising her head, "Really?"


A comfortable silence passes between them as they continue walking. A few minutes later, they are outside Irma's house.

She turns to face him outside her door, "Martin...would you...if you're not busy later...could we...?" she stutters and mentally scowls at herself.

He grins, "I thought you'd never ask."

She watches as he turns to leave. He calls her name and she turns to see him grinning at her,

"So I'll see you on Saturday, Snicker Doodle?"

Irma feels a smile forming on her face and chuckles at him.

I'm glad everything worked out in the end.

A/N: I hope this was okay! I don't think it's as good as the one I did for Hay Lin and Eric, though, so I'm sorry if you feel the same way! Next one will probably be Will and Matt.

Thank you for reading!