Hidden Froggie Hearts

Chapter 8

With her heart racing from the idea of the bonfire tomorrow, Megan knew she couldn't resist the urge to get a little closer to John B once again. As the laughter and excitement of the Pogues filled the air, she gathered her courage and hopped quietly from her lilypad, determined to sneak over to where he was standing.

Carefully, she maneuvered through the shadows, keeping low to the ground to avoid being spotted. The conversation around John B swirled with enthusiasm, but he seemed lost in thought, gazing out at the ocean as the sun began to dip below the horizon. This was her chance.

As she approached him, her little heart pounded in her chest. In one swift move, she hopped up beside him and, without thinking too much about it, pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his lips. It was a fleeting moment, a soft brush of affection that filled her with warmth and delight. She was nervous but needed to do this to figure out her own heart.

"Megan?" John B murmured, his brow furrowing as he turned his head slightly, looking confused. But before he could fully react or realize what had just happened, Megan hopped away, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of mischief.

She bounded away toward the kitchen, her tiny legs moving quickly as she sought refuge and a snack to calm her racing heart. The kitchen was bustling with activity as the others prepared for their beach hangout, but she slipped in unnoticed, her small size allowing her to navigate around the legs of her friends without drawing attention.

Once inside, she quickly hopped up onto the counter, surveying the array of snacks laid out for the night. Chips, fruit, and an assortment of treats were all within reach, but her eyes zeroed in on a few goodies. She grabbed a couple of crackers and a small piece of fruit, carefully balancing them in her little arms, and reached for a can of soda—her favorite, cherry cola.

With her haul in tow, Megan made her way back toward the indoor pool, still hoping to stay out of sight. The excitement from her kiss with John B lingered in her mind, filling her with a warm glow that made her feel almost giddy.

Once she reached the pool area, she hopped back onto her lilypad, where she could enjoy her snacks in peace. The water was calm and inviting, and the soft sound of splashing echoed gently in the background. She settled onto her lilypad, carefully arranging her snacks around her before popping open the can of soda with a small, triumphant leap.

Taking a sip, she sighed contentedly. The fizzy sweetness danced on her tongue, and she savored each bite of her food, feeling a sense of happiness wash over her. It was moments like these—filled with quiet joy and comfort—that reminded her of the simple pleasures in life.

As she munched on her snacks, she couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. The kiss with John B, the thrill of being surrounded by friends, and the excitement of the bonfire ahead filled her with hope. She was still navigating her secret life as a frog, but there was something so magical about the connections she was forming.

After finishing her snacks and sipping the last of her soda, Megan felt a wave of fatigue wash over her. The excitement of the day had worn her out, and she curled up on her lilypad, allowing herself to relax. The soft lapping of the water was soothing, and she closed her eyes, letting herself drift off into a peaceful sleep.

As she dozed, her mind filled with dreams of the bonfire, of laughter, music, and possibly another magical encounter with John B. Little did she know, the night was far from over, and her friends were still buzzing with anticipation, unaware of the secret that the adorable little frog in their midst was hiding.