A/N: Talk about drabble...Yeah this one's kinda short but the idea has been gnawing at my brain for a few days. So, I decided to do somthing about it. Here goes nothing! :)
"Mary, what's wrong?"
She never opened up like this to anyone. But Bert was her best friend and she's always held everything from him. There were so many things that she wanted to tell him that she couldn't because of her "practically perfect" demeanor.
"Well…" She looked down at her hands; suddenly more interested in adjusting her pristine, white gloves than anything.
Bert paused "Y'know Mary, y' don't have to tell me if y' don't want to…"
"I just think…well…everyone knows who I am." Mary sighed, unsure how to continue.
He smiled "That's because you're Mary Poppins!"
"That's it!" Mary exclaimed, standing up from the chimney she was sitting on "Everyone knows my name! But no one…" She paused, trying to organize her thoughts.
Bert had no idea what she was talking about "Mary?"
"…no one…" She began "No one knows who I am…who I really am…I feel like I'm putting on an act…"
Bert was speechless. He had no idea the Practically Perfect Mary Poppins was having these kind of problems.
He watched Mary as she sat back down on the chimney, next to him and said "I just feel like no one actually knows who I really am; only my name and reputation…"
An awkward silence passed between the two friends. Bert spoke first "…I know you…"
Mary's head whipped around to face his "I beg your pardon?"
"I know you, Mary."
She raised an eyebrow "Do you now?" she replied sarcastically; feeling angry all of a sudden.
Bert shuffled his feet "Well, I don't know about your likes an' dislikes but…" He paused trying to hold back an oncoming blush "I do know that you love 'aving tea, but only in th' afternoon."
Mary's look of sarcasm and inner pain softened immediately when she heard what Bert said.
"I also know that y' act like my jokes annoy you a bit but you actually like 'em-"
Mary erupted into a musical laughter that made Bert's heart stop. He quickly joined in.
She smiled "Oh, thank you Bert! I feel much better now…" She paused; looking at the face which never once bore a frown. His brown eyes were twinkling with mirth. On a whim, she kissed him on the cheek.
Bert was speechless "Well, I…alright…"
Mary smiled and got up from the chimney "Thank you Bert." And with that she opened up her umbrella, stepped off of the roof and flew away.
Bert lightly touched the spot where she kissed him. He sighed happily "Well, I thought I knew 'er…" He got up, grabbed his brushes that were leaning against the chimney and walked across the rooftops with a new spring in his step.