Love Me, Love Me Not
Ronny Robinson walked into the lounge in the Hartford estate and was surprised by what she saw. Mack Hartford, red Overdrive ranger, was sitting idly on one of the orange sofas, and instead of reading or building one of his model airplanes, he was staring dreamily off into space.
"Hello, earth to Mack," said the yellow ranger, waving a hand in front of Mack's blue eyes. "What's eating you, Hartford?" Mack snapped back to reality, looking his teammate up and down slowly.
"Ronny…you're a girl," Mack said, as if it were just now dawning on him. The yellow ranger's eyes widened.
"Oh, well spotted there, Mack," she snapped. "Yes, I'm a girl. What does that have to do with anything?"
"You're not a girly girl though…but I bet you could still help me. Yeah. You could." Mack stared off into space again, trying to find the right phrasing for his request.
"Help with what?" asked Ronny curiously. She wondered what he could possibly need a woman's opinion on. She was intrigued, very intrigued. Ronny stared at him expectantly. What came next was not exactly what she had had in mind.
"How do I get Rose to notice me?"
She smiled. "I'm sure Rose notices you. She's not blind, you know. She's had to notice that you run around in red spandex saving people all day."
"No…I mean, I want Rose to notice me, notice me, as more than just a teammate or a friend. Like a…"
"A boyfriend?" asked Ronny. "That's cute. Really it is. Of course I'll help." She thought for a moment. "Well, there's nothing any girl loves more than a sweet, thoughtful guy. And of course a little bit of romance never hurts. The fact that you two are already close friends is an advantage. Now, what's one of Rose's specific interests, Mack?"
Mack said the very first thing that came to his mind. "School."
"You're not thinking specifically enough, Mack. School is too general. Pick something else."
"Rose likes poetry," offered Mack a minute later. "'Two roads diverge in a wood,'" he quoted. He scrubbed a hand through his messy brown curls, pondering.
"That's perfect," declared the yellow ranger. "Poetry. Of course."
"So you're saying I should just buy Rose a book of poetry or something?" Mack questioned.
"No, no, no, you idiot. Anyone could buy her something. And Rose probably wouldn't be all that impressed by something store bought. Think of something romantic that has to do with poetry."
Mack's eyebrows knit themselves together as he tried to connect the dots. "I could write her a poem, I guess. Do you think that would work?"
"Yes, that's perfect. Rose would just love that. Really she would. Maybe you could even leave her a series of poems and try to make her figure out who her little secret admirer is. It's thoughtful and sweet and mysterious. It's exactly the kind of thing Rose would absolutely adore. And you guys think girls are so hard to please."
Mack nodded, enthusiastic about this plan. It was fool proof, and even though it might have been a bit mushy, Rose would probably love it. Ronny was a girl, after all. She knew how the female mind worked. If anyone could help him get Rose's heart, it was Ronny. "Thanks, Ronny. You're a lifesaver." He unfolded himself from the couch and started towards his room, completely determined to complete his own personal mission of capturing Rose's heart.