It had been a nice couple weeks. The characters of Sugar Rush had gotten new DLC (Down-Loadable-Content) in the form of costumes and paint schemes. Taffyta was admiring herself in the mirror. She had a green dress with dark frill. The shoes were rather large 'Jordan' style basketball shoes that were green and white. To finish off the outfit was a new hat; a green apple complete with a cute stem and two leaves. She admitted to herself Definitely my style. Sour Apple theme. She smiled feeling slightly better. Racing had been tough recently and she was trying hard to keep her emotions in check. Living a lifetime of jumping down peoples throats was not easy to change, causing her migraines on several occasions. Taffyta brushed her midsection. Unfortunately the dress was a bit short..
The racers were now gathered in Sugar Rush castle. They gathered on Thursday night after the random roster race; President Von Schweetze threw a feast for the racers here. The racers all sat at a long central table. Turkey and potatoes and, of course, varying dishes of candy dotted the table amongst other things. Taffyta was staring at her sweet potato casserole; usually this was her favorite but she was too stressed to be hungry. Francis Fluggerbutter was sitting across from the sad racer. He had a new Kit Kat theme for his costume. His color scheme was now red with white stripes and some brown details. He had red glasses pushed on top of his head as opposed to his normal Reese's-themed cap. The only thing not different was his golden hair. He turned his attention back to his food. She's getting what she deserves... Francis cringed. Taffyta had harassed many of the racers of Sugar Rush and even sided with the evil King Candy, although that was nobodies fault, including him for never winning a race for the longest time... Some how something about the girl tugged on his heart tonight. Maybe it's that cute green costume she has. The boy mused to himself. Maybe I'll follow her out tonight to make sure she's okay. Francis didn't have it in him to hold a grudge, but especially never to be mean to a lady.
Taffyta was walking some of the hallways of the Von Schweetz castle now. She had finished her dinner and kept to her self. Unfortunately she had quickly gotten lost; the halls of the castle were dimly lit with small marshmallow torches. The hall had doors to the outside but they were far too heavy to open alone. "Hey would you like some help?" At first the racer thought she had imagined to the voice. The halls had a strange way of distorting sounds.. "Hey, Taffyta are you lost?" Definitely heard it this time. Taffyta turned around and was met eye to eye with Francis. She quickly once-overed the boy, smiling on the inside to his new costume. "I'm fine, just trying to get out of here." The girl spoke Maybe a bit too edgy. Francis had began walking away "On second thought, I wouldn't mind the help." It felt strange, somebody wanting to help her.
The two racers were now walking the halls. Francis fumbled with words in his head. Why are you having such a hard time talking to her? You barely know her! "So.." The boy spoke, fumbling slightly with his hands. "I couldn't help but notice the new costume. It's cute." Taffyta's eyes brightened up. That's the first nice thing anybody's said to me in days. "Wh-why thank you." She stuttered and laughed a bit uncomfortably. The racer had never noticed that Francis was actually sort of handsome.. He spoke again. "I saw you earlier tonight, you seemed sort of down... What's going on?" Taffyta stopped walking for a moment, thinking to herself then speaking. "You do things you hate for so long that one day they become part of you. One day you wake up and look in the mirror and you don't even recognize yourself anymore." Francis tried to think of what that would feel like. He remembered the times when they hunted down Vanellope... "Yeah I guess I can relate." He removed his gaze from the ground, looking up at Taffyta. The apple themed racer had such a sad look on her face... It gave the boy a sinking feeling in his chest. "But there's nobody or anything that can keep you from changing that. You can be whatever you want to be. Find something to believe and pass it along to the future. That will be, what people remember you for." Taffyta was still staring at the ground. Francis remembered times where Vanellope had encouraged himself to remember who he was as well. "I've noticed a difference in you. I see you're trying to be nicer to people. I still remember times when you weren't... But they don't happen anymore." Taffyta looked up at her guide. Her heart was beginning to race. If he can see a change in me, I must be improving! The boy stepped closer, placing a hand on the girls shoulder to a slight surprise for both "Friends and encouragement are great, but you have to believe in yourself." Taffyta looked at her friend, feeling a smile creep upon her face. First time I've smiled in a while. Francis too smiled at this, his eyes glowing with compassion. "Now c'mon, I know something that'll really cheer you up"
Nightfall is now upon Sugar Rush. Blue yellow and pink fireworks are exploding in a pixilated fashion against the dark blue sky. A couple is seen resting underneath a large golden-marshmallow tree, barely visible in the night. A coconut waterfall is now barely audible over the crackling of the fireworks. Dark rock candy peaks sharply plunge into the night sky. Francis glances at Taffyta whose eyes are wide and who is also bearing a huge smile, for what looked like the first time in a very long time...
Princess Vanellope takes a seat on her throne at the front of the hall, the cushion of the great wooden chair giving a cartoon-esq squeak in the process. She groans slightly, her virtual back aching slightly from being on her feet for so long and entertaining her subjects. The racers and citizens of Sugar Rush were all dining and enjoying the warmth of each other. Being the ruler of the kingdom, Vanellope had a keen eye on all her subjects. Candlehead was with Jubilee and so on and so forth... But no Taffyta or Francis. Now I wonder what they're up to? The princess smiled mischievously to herself. Being president was good But it's great to be queen she thought.
The fireworks are in their grand finale, the thunder of the exploding is like a stampede in the chests of our two racers. Francis couldn't help but to keep looking at Taffyta. She looked so nice when she was smiling... "Francis... Francis? Earth to Francis!" The girl was now looking at him with an attitude of concern, the fireworks being complete for several seconds now. He came to, stuttering slightly "S-sorry, it's just.. just nice to see you smile." Taffyta smiled a little, hesitating to scoot closer to her guide. She looked slightly lost in her thoughts. "Well thank you for the fireworks, I loved them. I haven't seen fireworks since the game was plugged in." Francis cleared his throat, still a bit nervous "I-it was was nothing. It's the least I could do." Taffyta was now facing her lap, looking rather ashamed. "I know I haven't always been nice to you, and I'm so sorry." Francis couldn't think of anything to do so he rubbed her back gently. "It's okay.. I know you didn't mean it." The two locked eyes for a moment. Francis has such caring eyes.. Taffyta looked into the boys eyes, hers adoringly locked onto him. Both racers chests are pounding once again, even though the fireworks have been over for a while now. Francis grabs Taffyta's hands in his "If there's ever anything I can do for you" He struggles to find the words. "I wanna be there for you." She squeezes the boys hands slightly as if waiting and then throws her arms around him in a hug. Francis moves for the hug and then.. Their lips meet in a rush. Francis jolts, he is surprised but quickly complies. Taffyta squeaks, the same thought quickly leaving her mind...