Circus Doll

A New Beginning

Marge awoke early so she could go see Mike as soon as possible. She bathed quick, imagining what it would be like to kiss Mike. She had always had the biggest crush on that adorable smiley acrobat with the curly blonde hair. His freckles were also to swoon for! Before leaving, she toiled at fixing her messy drying hair and applied mascara and lipstick.
She walked out of her little stay, and to the area of the old circus. There, many people, including retired performers, worked together to rebuild the Hubbaballoo to its former glory and beyond. Already this morning the stage floor was being put together; props and posters made my hand, and the tent fabric had been ordered. It wasn't like the circus was poor, they were the only one within thousands of miles, and didn't have to travel to get audience members.
As Marge sifted through the volunteers with her eyes, she found Mike. "There." She said, excited. She rushed to get to him, avoiding the path of carpenters and artists creating new pieces and carrying wood. "Mike, wait up!" She touched his shoulder, and he turned to greet her back. "Hello," he said with a smile "what're you up to?"
She had a little moment of awkward. She was up to hanging out with HIM! Not anything productive at all!
"...I don't know, I was wondering if you'd like to paint together?" Not what she had in mind when she made the plan, but she didn't want him to know she wanted to ask him out!
Mike rolled the idea around in his head briefly before agreeing. Marge was so excited.
The two joined the painting crew, and were instructed to paint a poster of a performance within their circus. Mike shyly sat before the glowing blank canvas, and Marge felt like it was her fault for making him this way. Mike spoke up. "What should we paint?" He examined the different brush types curiously. "We could paint one of us."
Marge's heart soared. "Oo! We can paint you! You're quite popular with the kids."
Mike scoffed. "But you're prettier."
Those words locked Margaretha up within herself. Her eyes widened. She felt frozen in time, like those words were magic, the start of a new life for her. Her face burned with surprise and love, making it obvious that she was blushing.
"Th-thank you." She felt her warm cheeks with her hands, trying to cool her face.
Mike smiled up to his eyes. "No problem, -- it's the truth."
She was shocked. Marge squirmed inside, her heart racing, her head jumping to one conclusion: Mike like-liked her back.

Mike noticed that his thin gal pal was shocked by his words. He had to admit it, the night he saw her dancing, he thought she was the most beautiful dancer in the circus. He never cared for girls with big busts or bottoms. It wasn't until her appearance under the large, white and yellow spotlights that he knew what he was into. Not only did he think she was cute and attractive, he took a big liking to her apparent loyalty and adorable timidity. Maybe he could teach her to worry less, and to love herself. Just the thought of being able to rehabilitate her mindset sounded fun and romantic. If he were to help anyone feel better, it would be Margaretha Zelle -the girl who showed up at his dressing room door to talk about fancy musicians, goofy actors and what he liked.
Mike put his hand on her shoulder. "You really are beautiful. I've thought that the whole 13 months I've known you."
She smiled, scratching her head. "I really think you look beautiful too, honest." Her gaze drifted shyly to the floor.
"Oh yeah? What about me?" He inquired, half smug.
"You have cute hair, freckles, and the biggest smile, and in the whole universe I like your personality the most."
"Well why don't we just tell each other?" He stood up, looking down at her with a smile.
"Tell each other what?" She stood up even with him.

Suddenly Mike slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. Marge turned her head to see where his arms were, and when she turned back to face him, his lips met hers in an instant. She closed her eyes, focussing on the warm, soft feeling of his lips. So this is what kissing was.
When they parted, they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Margaretha, I love you."
"Oh Mike, I've loved you too!"
They embraced tightly, and from then they were the cutest couple at the site. The other performers snickered or cooed, but were respectful enough to carry on.