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Poetry?

"I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death."*1

Mia sighed dreamily and leaned her head against the couch. Her hand flew to her chest to ease her excited chills and to calm down her awestruck palpitations. "How beautiful!"

Emily looked up from her laptop screen with a huge smile on her face. "I know, right? Elizabeth Barrett Browning's the best."

"I admit I read a lot of poetry in my free time," Lauren said as she got up from the couch and stretched for a little while. "But I don't read romantic ones. They've just never appealed to me."

"And now?" Emily smiled, scrolling down the list of famous love poems.

"They are pretty cute if you think about it."

Mike yawned as he finished the board game and beat Kevin. "Fifth time in a row. Hand over the money."

"You cheated," Kevin protested. "You went when it was my turn twice."

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. Hand over the money, Kevvy."

"Don't call me that!"

"Hand. It. Over. Kevvy."

Kevin irritably reached into his pocket, pulling out a five dollar bill and slapping it on the table.

"Maybe next time, bud," Mike smiled evilly. "Let's go again."

"Boys will be boys," Lauren smiled as the dragon zord nudged the bear zord in frustration. "Emily, look up some more poems."

Emily began scrolling down the webpage and smiled as she skimmed over the contents. She ushered Mia to sit next to her, her eyes sparkling. "Read this quote, guys. This one's so cute!"

"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons."*2

It didn't take long for Mia and Emily to start swooning over the laptop screen. Lauren sighed contently and watched the two female rangers' amusement.

"The feels!" Emily squealed.

The boys looked up from their intense board game as Mia and Emily continued to giggle and lean onto each other.

"What's with them?" Mike asked as Kevin set up the board game again. "They're into poetry now?"

"Romantic poetry," Kevin corrected him. "You know how Mia is with anything that deals with romance."

"And you know how enthusiastic Em can be. Now they're dragging Lauren into the craze with them," Mike said, shaking his head and rolling the dice. "Booyah! Woah, that was quick. You're a sore loser, Kev."

"Here's a pretty funny one," Mia said, clicking on a quote.

"Deep in my heart, I know my future soul mate is not waiting for me online."*3

"That's... interesting," Lauren said, scrolling down for similar quotes. Emily simply laughed.

The boys sighed. Even though they both felt romantic poetry was ridiculous, they couldn't help smiling. Kevin didn't object to hear Mia's laughter, and Mike frankly thought Emily's squeals were cute.

"Em has the cutest laugh-"

"Don't start, Mike."

"Fine."

"You guys seem like you would fall for poets easily," Lauren told the girls.

Emily hugged a nearby pillow close to her chest. "I would love to marry a poet someday. Or at least someone who's good with words."

Mike felt queasy. He may be funny, and he may have the strength to tick off Kevin or occasionally rebel against what Mentor has to say, but he wasn't a poet. He couldn't think of anything romantic even if his life depended on it. Kevin tried to hold back his laugh as the "mighty green" looked like he got hit by a train.

"She wants to marry a poet?" Mike whispered in disbelief. "What happened to the demand for funny, rebellious guys in society?"

"I guess girls are looking for Shakespeares nowadays," Kevin remarked.

"I don't necessarily need to marry a poet," Mia said. "But I want my Prince Charming to at least attempt poetry sometimes. Especially funny and creative ones."

Kevin's smile disintegrated. It was his turn to feel queasy. He wasn't funny at all; he's usually the one who ends up being laughed at out of anything stupid Mike does to him (like dressing him up in tutus whenever he gets the chance). Not to mention, the only words the blue ranger was even okay at using were ones associated with teaching someone a training technique or reciting a boring quote from his "Life of a Samurai" book.

"So that means you're not exactly Shakespeare, either," Mike murmured to Kevin, inwardly still perturbed despite taking a moment to smirk at the disappointed blue ranger.

The Shiba house front door flew open as a drenched gold ranger sabotaged the dry atmosphere. Raindrops dripped from his entire body and seemed to leak incessantly from the bucket of fish he held. He shook his wet hair, spraying water everywhere.

"That was intense rain right there-"

"Antonio! Come translate this Spanish quote real quick," Emily called.

Mike facepalmed.

"What are you guys doing?" The gold knelt down a few feet away from the girls, grabbing a nearby towel and drying his hair in the process. "Romantic love poems? Seriously?"

"What? They're cute," Lauren said.

"You think they're cute?"

"What? I may be the leader's sister, but I'm still a girl."

Antonio sighed. "99.9 percent of these poets are guys." The gold ranger took a moment to smirk at Mike and Kevin. "It's a shame some people aren't doing anything about it."

The boys fumed.

Mia frowned. "Who are you talking to?"

"They know who they are," the gold ranger said, his smirk widening. Lauren stole a look at Mike and Kevin and raised her eyebrows knowingly. Their expressions were simply priceless.

"Translate," Emily urged.

"Fine. Uh…"

"This one over here," Mia pointed eagerly.

"Okay okay… En un beso sabrás todo lo que he callado.*4 In a kiss, you will know everything that I have kept silent-"

"Awwwww!" Mia and Emily squealed.

Antonio raised his eyebrows, not too amused. "O-kay…"

Lauren smiled but couldn't resist saying, "Alright, you two might want to calm down a little." She glanced at the boys knowingly. "You might make some people jealous."

Kevin rolled his eyes, trying to be nonchalant, but he found his cheeks growing warm.

"Those poets can't be that good."

Lauren, Mia, Emily, and Antonio looked at Mike. Kevin's eyes widened as the green ranger stood up, refolding his bear zord back to its original shape.

"Yep, you heard me."

"Mike-" Kevin began.

"What? I'm being serious. Anybody can write poetry without trying. I can write one in seconds. Seconds. That doesn't mean only poets make the best husbands." He glanced at Emily mischievously. "Does it, Em?"

Emily couldn't resist a small grin. She could clearly see Mike's intention, but she didn't expect him to make his feelings this public.

"Go back to your board games, Mike," Lauren said dismissively. "This is poetry, not a video game for you to win easily."

"Go easy on him, Lauren. You know how Mike is," Emily said, smirking. "I think he still hasn't forgotten the time when you beat him badly in the sparring session."

Mike was flustered. "That's different!"

"Leave that aside. When was the last time you two even wrote a poem?" Lauren questioned.

"Kevin practically writes one every day," Mike said confidently as Kevin nudged him cautiously.

"When did I ever-?"

"He recites them every day in his dreams. His romantic dreams. Don't you, Kev?"

For a brief moment, Kevin and Mia locked their gazes. They both blushed.

"No I don-"

Mike jammed his foot on Kevin's to silence him. "That's a yes."

"OW!"

"Really?" Lauren crossed her arms. "You want to try writing one again, Kevin?"

Kevin's eyes widened. "Well…uh…"

"A romantic one," Lauren said.

"I-it won't be too good-"

"Of course it will, Kevvy," Mike grinned. "I'm sure Mia will like it no matter what."

Mia's cheeks crimsoned deeper. Kevin nudged Mike harder to quit.

"And I think Mike would like to give it a try, too," Emily suggested. "Since he's so confident that anyone can be a poet."

"Let's call a bet, shall we?" Antonio said, enjoying the banter.

"I can do that," Mike retorted. "I bet Kevin and I can write romantic poems better than all the ones you ladies have read."

"Don't get me involved, Mike-"

"You're involved."

"But-"

"Sounds good to us," Lauren said. "But you can't get any help from others or each other."

"What's going on here?" Jayden interrupted them, calligraphy brush in hand.

"Or from my brother," Lauren added.

"What from me?" Jayden inquired. "What is this?"

Lauren was very tempted to play the part of a matchmaker in this bet and added, "But to make your poems truly romantic, Mike must write one for Emily and Kevin must write one for Mia."

Antonio choked on air. Emily and Mia glanced at each other nervously, blushing beet red. Mike and Kevin avoided the girls' stares the best they could. Jayden smirked as he realized the entire deal.

"What's in it for us if you guys lose?" Lauren asked.

Mike scoffed. "We're not gonna lose-"

"What if you do?"

"We'll do all the dishes for the next week and…" he sighed helplessly. "We'll even pay for your shopping expenses."

"Mike!" Kevin said. His eyes just couldn't get wider.

"We're not gonna lose, Kev."

Lauren smiled victoriously. "And if we lose…well, we know we're not gonna lose."

"Hey!"

"Good luck!" the girls said simultaneously, immediately handing the guys some paper and pens.

"This will be interesting," Jayden whispered to Antonio. "You think we should mess with them?"

"Oh, amigo, I'm making plans already."

*1- Last four lines of "How Do I Love Thee" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

*2- Quote by Christopher Pointdexter

*3- Quote by Liz Tuccillo

*4- Quote by Pablo Neruda