The Prank

"Why?"

It was Midnight.

The sky was pitch black, and Claire was sleeping soundly.

I could hear Nyah talking to Emerson in the other room.

When Nyah decided to host a sleepover, I thought it would be just Me, her, Claire, Emerson, and Adelina.

NOT Quench.

His presence was intriguing, but nonetheless a treat.

He was The KING of parties.

Eventually, Emerson quieted down and went to sleep.

But Nyah quietly tiptoed into the hall with Quench's room...

I quietly followed her, peeping my olive green eyes into their secret place.

"Quenchie?" Nyah asked, shaking Logan in an attempt to wake him up.

"Ny-Ny?" He asked softly.

"I'm tired of waiting, I'm tired of being "Secret friends"".

"I wanna be REAL friends".

"What do you mean?"

"I wanna be your special friend, your rose in the wildflowers, your desert beauty".

"Your life".

"I've wanted to be for a long time now".

"Well then, let's be "special friends"".

"Starting tonight".  Quench said with a smile.

"Oh, Quench". Nyah said in joyful tears.

She hugged him.

She put her hands on his face, and he nodded.

They leaned in, and kissed.

Watching a Ship come true changed me.

Made me wonder.

As I watched them kiss, I broke out in tears, joy, and laughter.

They heard me.

Quench fiercely creeped to the door, preparing a ball of water.

"AAAAA!" He yelled, throwing me onto the wall and soaking me.

"Quench!" I whispered, wiping the water off my face.

"Molly!?"

"WERE YOU EAVESDROPPING ON OUR PRIVATE CONVERSATION!?"

"Maybe..."

I heard Emerson's voice ringing inside my head.

"EEEEE!" "QUENYAH LIVES FOREVER!"

"LISTEN TO ME!" Quench hissed furiously.

"You WILL NOT speak of our relationship to ANYONE!"

"If you do, you will be kicked out of the FF's and personally be covered in cookie crumbs". He said threateningly.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell anyone". I said.

"You better not"... He muttered.

This scene made me ask myself an important question.

"Who is MY rose in the wildflowers?"