Brozone: Younger years short stories

1st Hug?

*This will be them as kids when Branch first started building the bunker. Branch will be 11 yrs. and Poppy will be 9 yrs.*

Poppy: Hey Branch! Whatcha doin'?

Branch was busy putting a telescope-looking object on a rock.

Branch: Go away, Poppy. I'm busy.

Poppy: Oh, okay. *turns to leave, then stops* Do you want to play with me?

Branch: No.

Poppy: Do you want to do some scrapbooking?

Branch: Nope.

Poppy: Wanna sing a happy song!

Branch: Ugh, Poppy! Just leave me alone!

As he was finishing up, he slipped off the rock and sprained his ankle.

Poppy: *gasps* Branch! Are you okay?!

Branch: I'm fine, Poppy. I have to finish screwing in that pole.

He tried to get up but fell instantly.

Branch: OW!!!

Poppy: Branch! I'll help you with your work since it is kinda of my fault that you slipped.

She continued to do some of Branch's work while also checking in on his ankle. After a few hours, she was finally done. The only thing she had left to do was make Branch a pair of cruches.

Poppy: There, done.

Branch: *sarcastically* Gee, thanks for adding all this glitter.

Poppy: *smiled* You're welcome!

Branch: So? *looks around awkwardly*

Poppy: *smiles* So?

Branch sighs, then says quickly.

Branch: Icould'thavedonethiswithoutyouyoursuchagoodtrolltomethanksforallyourhelpbye.

Branch gave her a tight squeeze of a hug and then went into his some-what completed bunker quickly while Poppy stood frozen, her heart thumping.

Poppy: *sighs dreamily*