It was a normal day like any other. The water was temperate and calm, and fish were swimming by with smiles on their faces. And as always, there were two little Bubble Guppies off on their own during one of Molly and Gil's pop songs. They weren't mad, and they weren't jealous, however. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It gave the two guppies some alone time. After all, they weren't exactly the most talkative of the bunch, and sometimes they were overlooked.
It was days like these that Oona and Nonny would swim out of sight and find a little corner in a little cove and sit together and talk. Actually, it was mostly Oona talking; even alone, Nonny wasn't much of a talker. But this worked for them. Oona would talk and Nonny would nod or shake his head in response to her. Occasionally he'd crack a smile, and even more rarely he'd chip in a word or a sentence. When he did, oh, how brightly Oona would smile!
Moments like this made Nonny wish he could speak up more. It wasn't a secret that he was most comfortable around Oona, but his shyness was overwhelming and sometimes crippling, even around the sweet lavender haired guppy. So, even if he couldn't talk much, Nonny did what he could and he listened to her, oh did he listen. And he smiled around her more than he smiled around anyone else.
"And the fireworks were this big!" Oona exclaimed, stretching out her hands in an understatement as to the size of the fireworks. Her lips stretched out wide, too, in a great big grin that Nonny longed to see aimed at him and only him. Nonny really liked Oona. Sometimes, it made him sad that he would probably never be able to reveal his feelings to her, never be able to say it out loud. "I want to see fireworks with you, Nonny," she said lightly, her smile softening. Fireworks, huh?
Well, that much could be arranged. Nonny shifted from his spot beside Oona and leaned in close to her, faces almost touching. Their breath came out in small bubbles that tickled their noses and even made her giggle a little. He brushed their lips together, almost a ghost of a touch, but the fireworks were clear in their minds. Sometimes, actions were better than words.
