"_, what's wrong?" Onceler said waking up from his sleep because of your cries; he sat up from his side of the bed where the two of you shared your slumber. "Did you have a nightmare?"
You had your knees to your chest, your (h/c) hair sliding off your shoulders, and your hands covering your face. You nodded as he gently patted your back with his left hand, and afterwards pushed your hair behind your ear with the same one. The bar-ba-loots were gathered around the window outside and some around the bed because they too heard you scream. "What was it about?"
You kept your face covered. "I dreamt that you… that we weren't together, you left me b-by myself and you said you hated me-" "Hey, hey, hey," he said cutting you off. He pulled you close to him and wrapped his arms around you. "It was only a nightmare." He ran his fingers through your hair. "Don't you ever think that I would hate you."
Still crying a bit, you said, "But, it felt so real."
"_, Look at me," he said, lifting up your chin. You looked up at him with your (e/c) eyes, that were still filled and flowing with salty tears.
He pointed to a pink Truffula tree that was standing much more proudly than the others, bar-ba-loots sleeping underneath it. A carving in the tree's bark was a heart with an arrow stabbed through it, and inside the heart, it said, "(f/n) and Onceler."
"As long as that tree is still standing to remind us of what we're fighting for, than I don't see a reason for us not to keep our relationship going." He looked down at you again, with his sparkly blue eyes; he wiped a tear from your eyes and stroked your cheek, then he gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead. You smiled; he smiled back; and then you both shared a passionate kiss on the lips. The bar-ba-loots that were inside of the tent-house and outside of it smiled, knowing that you were okay now, and then went back to their sleeping spots; you and Onceler fell back to sleep in each other's arms while you still had a grin playing on your lips.
The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh pancakes, and the sound of chirping birds mixed in with the sound of a sizzling hot stove. You moaned from the sweet scent, and then a heard a gentle voice say, "Good Morning, Pancake."
Your eyes fluttered open when you heard the sweet voice of Onceler, who had apparently gotten up earlier to fix the both of you breakfast. He was still in his blue and yellow rabbit pajama pants, but the matching shirt was replaced with a white sleeveless shirt. He was setting a tall stack of pancakes on the table and was heading over to the bed where you were.
"Morning, Oncey," you said with a yawn. Oncey was your nickname for him, and he returned the favor by referring to you as "Pancake," mostly because he had a love for both you and pancakes.
"I made breakfast." He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned closer to you. You stretched and leaned close to him, too. "Pancakes?" You asked raising an eyebrow and creating a smile. "Maybe," He whispered back with his black bangs covering one of his eyes and a devilish smirk, making him appear even sexier than he already was. "Maybe," you repeated in a whisper as you Eskimo kissed him, and he did the same.
Wasn't long till the two of you realized that the bar-ba-loots were watching you guys rub noses from the window, awing you two love birds. Once-ler's cheeks turned pink when he remembered that you two were being watched, and he went to let down the curtains of the window. You laughed at how cute he was acting and his cheeks turned pinker. Then he put his devilish smirk back on his face and narrowed his eyes. Seconds after you stopped laughing he tackled you on the bed, tickling your sides and making you squirm.
"ONCEEEEY! STOP! P-PLEASE!" He didn't listen, he kept tickling you with that smile of his, pushing you into a phase of non-stop laughter, but minutes later, he gave you a chance for breath and pinned you down on the bed. He placed his lips on your cheeks that were red from all the laughing and tickling, his black hair tickled your nose. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, and you brought your lips to his neck as he massaged your cheek with his. Then he brought them to your ear and whispered, "Let's eat some pancakes."
He pushed himself up off of you and grabbed your hand, leading you off the bed and to the table. He had fixed you a plate already and made a glass of orange juice for you to drink along with them. He watched as you took the first bite. "You make the BEST pancakes," you said with your mouth full.
"Yeah," he said nodding and digging into his plate. "I know." The two of you laughed together.
Then you started to wonder why he wasn't in town trying to sell his "Thneeds," an invention of his that can literally be used for things needed. Thneeds were made entirely out of Truffula tree leaves, which was really soft so it could be worn and could withstand rain.
"Aren't you usually in town by now, you know, trying to sell your Thneeds?" you asked. He frowned. Did I say something to upset him? You ask yourself.
"No one wants to by my stupid Thneeds" he said puffing up his lips and crossing his arms. "Mom was right; I'll never be successful in anything."
Onceler's mother was very selfish and only did things for her own gain, but, then again, his whole family was. She treated him differently than she did her eldest sons. She told Once-ler that he wouldn't get anywherein life. You had never met her, but you knew you would never want to.
A frown started to come across your face, and you got up and walked over to where he was. You spread your legs and sat on his lap, facing him with both your legs dangling off either side of him. He looked at you with his blue eyes and you looked at him with yours. Your eyes glanced to the floor for a few seconds and then back to his. You still had a frown on your face. "You were successful with me…"
He smiled and stroked your cheek, and then he pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead. "And I'm happy for that, but I'm talking about financially. I want to be able to buy you nice things." He had sadness across his face now; you kissed him on the cheek when he wasn't looking and said, "But I have you."
He didn't say anything, all he did was smile. Then the two of you shared another Eskimo kiss in the silence, until the tent started to shake as if there was an earthquake.
You wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled your face upon his chest while he pulled you close to him in an attempt to keep you safe. "Oncey?" you whimpered in a frightened fashion as he stood up and led the both of you out of the tent. "Its okay, it's okay," he said trying to calm you down.
The two of you burst out the door of the tent and were soon surrounded by frightened bar-ba-loots, but soon, you both realized a crowd of people walking towards them from a distance. The crowd was lead by a women wearing one of Onceler's Thneeds as a hat. They didn't look angry like they usually were, but instead everyone was smiling and waving money in the air.
Onceler went to confront the group, to ask what the all the ruckus was about, while you stayed with the scared bar-ba-loots. Turns out, that when Onceler threw away his failed Thneed, the woman found it and found it useful. Sure enough, everyone wanted one now.
You watched as your boyfriend was flustering with orders and collecting all the cash from the people around him, and it made you giggle, but not when a speeding RV showed up next to the tent.
A very round woman stepped out o the RV, along with a scrawny old man, a set of twins, and a woman with poofy hair and a crooked grin. Onceler came up to where you were and noticed them real quick, and with the look on his face, he seemed to know them quite well.
It was his mom, and the rest of his family.
A couple days had pass since then, and before you knew it, Truffula trees were coming down one by one. Days turned to weeks; and weeks turned to months. It's been seven months now since that day, your boyfriends wish came true, and that wish was to make millions off of his Thneed. A part of you is happy for him, but the other part of you knew that things had taken a drastic turn to the worst.