It didn't take long for me to fall for him. He was different from all the other Trolls. He's was grumpy, dark and brooding. Something about him stood out to me. It came as such a shock to find a Troll who didn't enjoy dancing and singing as much as I did, or at all. I knew it would be my mission to make him happy. It's all I really wanted in the first place! I love making people happy and I've devoted my life to it. Ever since my father freed us all from Troll Tree in Bergen Town, I made up my mind to be the leader the Trolls want. I keep thinking about how it's my mission to make everybody happy. Maybe I've been so concerned about making everyone happy, I haven't had time to stop and consider if I'm really happy. I'm in my home with DJ Suki, Satin, Chenille and my father, King Peppy. Branch and I's wedding is supposed to be tomorrow. I haven't told anyone about what happened. They're looking forward to it and have spent so much time preparing it and making dresses and suits and music and lights and decorations. I don't want all their time to be wasted! Maybe we will just have a normal party then? I'm sure that will work. A party is a party after all. Everyone keeps glancing at me. It's obvious I've lost my color. I stand out in my brightly colored home of fun pink furniture and silly lamps and paintings. No one is saying anything to me. I really hope it stays that way.

"Are you and Branch excited?" My father asks me.

"I'm very exciting." I reply. I couldn't sound more flat and dull. I can't let them know something is wrong. "Branch is excited too! He can't stop talking about."

"I am looking forward to having such a worthy contender replace my status as the king. The two of you will reign over Troll Village and I'll be able to take a nice long nap." Father says with a crazy laugh at the end. His laugh always made me smile but today I'm not feeling it.

"What do you think of this dress?" Satin asks me. Chenille hands her a sketchbook and they open it up to reveal a beautiful gown with flowers and glitter and flowers and sparkles and roses and glitter and it's round and fluffy and has flowers and it's pink! "Here's the pre wedding dress! The post wedding dress! The party dress! The post party dress! The post pos party dress! And the nighttime dress!" Satin chimed as her and Chenille showed me so many gorgeous different dresses. A large smile spreads across my face. I'm so excited! But, I'll look awfully bad in it with my contrasting color. And what's the point of wearing this dress if I'm not getting married. My smile fades away and I close the sketchbook and give it back to Chenille. Their grins of excitement of my happiness go away almost instantly. The twins look at each other and mutter some things.

DJ Suki pulls out a record player and sets a disc on it. She gives me a reassuring glance and sets the needle down. A loud beat drops followed my electric synths and soothing melodies. It's a really good song! I start tapping my foot to the song and begin grooving. "You like it girl?" DJ asks me as she breaks it down in my living room. "Everybody is gon' go crazy! I can't wait to see you and Branch waking down the aisle together with this playin'!" I move the needle of the disc and the music stops. It's a great song...but I don't want to listen to a song that is going to be played at an event that isn't important anymore.

We all sit in silence in my living room. No one is taking and I can't hear anyone breathing. I look down at my dark grey skin. It's so ugly. I can't be like this anymore. I don't want to be like this anymore. I have to change. I'm trying. Get your color back. Get your color back. Get it back! I say this in my mind over and over and don't even notice my father leaving, along with Satin and Chenille. It's just DJ and I and she's saying something to me. I snap out of it and look at her. Oh my! She's moved a lot closer. She probably wants to tell me something. Maybe it's about the song. I really hope she doesn't think I don't like her song. It's very sick!

'You doin' 'aight?" DJ asks me. There's a real concern in her voice. DJ holds my hands in her. "You know you can tell me anythin' girl! We been best friends for years now." DJ is right! We have been such good friends, I should be able to trust her. She has a very good sense in telling when something is wrong. Maybe I should tell her what's going on. I hope she won't be mad at me or anything. "I didn't wanna' say anythin'..but it's obvious. Ya' color." I hold my breath. The one thing I didn't want to mention. I'm so self concious about it! I feel like Branch. He didn't have his color for the longest time but he never looked this grey and sad. I'm going to try to smile, cheer up and I hope everyone will recognize that over my color. But it's really difficult. I really hope I can do it, because they're all depending on me to have this really amazing wedding party. How hard can it be?

"I'm wonderful!" I chirp. Convincing enough! This is easy as a piece of cake. A three tier cake with chocolate and vanilla. That sounds so good right about now.

"You sure?" Suki inquires, trying to pull out information she knows I'm hiding. I really hope I'm not that transparent. Just because I've lost my color doesn't mean I've lost my will.

"Everything is as wonderful as can be!" I sing, hopping up and twirling around. "The sun is out, the sky is bright and blue! It would be an amazingly awesome day to fly a kite!" I open up my windows and let the magnificent sunlight shine in, giving me a glimmer of hope. Maybe things won't be so bad after all. I turn back to DJ and she has the most upsetting expression I've seen from a Troll, besides Branch. Her mouth is so straight and her eyes are so judgmental. "Is something wrong, DJ?"

"With you." she flatly replies. "You can make it out that you are all cupcakes and rainbows, but somethin' is goin' on. In your heart, in your head, in your feelings." Well, she isn't wrong. I can't let anyone know about this, though! I've always been known as the happiest Troll and their leader. I can't suddenly become so vulnerable and let them know what is really happening. I've spent a great deal of time promoting the idea of how happy Branch and I are to everyone...I can't just shatter that expectation. "You don't got color anymore. Somethin' happened. You don't gotta' tell me, but be honest with ya self, and who you wanna be."

"I am being honest!" I lie. I don't think it matters that I'm not telling anyone. Sometimes a little fib can be better than the ugly truth. "I cannot wait to be married to..." I stop myself. I'm not getting married to Branch. But I have to! Everyone will find out and my reputation and loyalty as the queen of Troll Village will be ruined. I have to make this right. Maybe I don't have to actually be married to Branch, but maybe I can make it seem like we're married. "I have an idea!" I declare, bolting out of my house. This will fix everything! The village will trust in me and all faith will be restored and everything will be happy. I won't have to deal with any negativity from Branch ever again. I dash across Troll Village, bombarded by shouts and greetings and flowers and glitter. I make my way up the south eastern hill to Branch's bunker. I take a deep breath and wildly pound on his rock door entrance. "Branch! Branch! Branch! Branch! Branch! Branch! Branch! Branch!" I call out over, and over, and over and over! This will get his attention.

His little 'GO AWAY' mat sliding door opens up and his eyes peer out to me. There's a moment where it feels like everything is frozen. A rush of memories begin to flood my mind. Creek. The letter. The bunker. Branch. Cheating. Lying. Scheming. No! Stop it! I clench my firsts and just concentrate on what I'm doing right now. I take a few small steps closer and bend down to talk to him. This is so, so uncomfortable. I don't enjoy doing this but it needs to be done. For me, for my father and everyone in Troll Village. And for Branch. I know he's hurting, he always has been. Maybe this will help him out. "Can I come in?" I ask him, trying to appear as friendly as I possibly can, which isn't hard for me. He doesn't say anything right away, but his opens up his mat trap door and I come in. He doesn't say a word and we walk into the main hub of his bunker.

Branch is so...dull. His color is gone! He's the exact same as he was when I met him. I can't believe this! I loved his bright blue hair, not his gothic black hair. His bright teal skin brought me so much joy, not his dull swampy color skin. I still think he's handsome either way. But why did he lose his color? Was it because of me? Did I do this to him? I can't believe this. Look what I've done. This is all my fault. I did this to him. Who knows who else I've caused to lose their color. If he's like this, what will happen to Creek, or father, or DJ or Satin or Chenille! I don't have time to think about everything that could go wrong. Focus on what is happening now and how to fix it. I've been knocked over, but I will show everyone I can get back up again!

"I need your help." I start. I can tell Branch doesn't care what I'm saying, but I'll make him. "Our wedding is supposed to be tomorrow-"

"I haven't noticed." Branch interrupts, opening up his Bergen mail box and dozens of posters and flyers and magazines fall out advertising our wedding.

"Well, I need you to marry me." I say. Branch's plain expression turns into one of completely confusion.

"Do you want to explain this to me? You...you don't want anything to do with me." Branch begins. "I'm not playing these stupid games anymore. I cut ties with you...and him. I'm not going to involve myself in this crap."

"Please!" I cry, falling to my knees. "Everyone in Troll Village is expecting us to!" Branch scoffs and rolls his eyes, walking away from me. I leap forward and grab onto his ankle to keep him where he is. "I can't let everyone down! So many people have been involved and dedicated the past week and a half to planning this wedding for us! I'm not going to have all their work be wasted!" I scream, Branch trying to shake me off. "What do you think everyone's going to say when they find out this whole thing has been a lie? I can't let everyone down and disappoint them."

"Stop it!" Branch hollers, finally shaking me loose. "It is your fault you over promoted this stupid thing. People wouldn't have these expectations for this thing if you didn't provide them! I don't care if it's tomorrow, just call it off."

"Everything is set and ready! The cake, the dresses, the decorations, the music! It's already there. Please Branch! I can't let down my kingdom." I beg, sinking to my knees and shaking my hands up at him.

"Maybe you should have considered this before you decided to cut me off. Didn't you think this would happen? Obviously not." Branch says. He walks away into his study. I stand up and walk over to a Bergen mirror Branch has on the wall. The stomach on the Bergen is hollowed with a mirror in it. His obsession with being eaten by a Bergen is a bit much. I notice something about me. I don't look as grey as I have before. My color! It's coming back! Maybe this plan has excited me to the point I will feel at ease and be super happy again! I'm now considering what a great idea this is and that this will make me happy again. My pink will come back. I have to do this.

"I decided to cut you off..." I start, making my way into Branch's study. His head is down, buried in some Bergen trap plans he's working on. "...because I wanted you to be happy, Branch. I recognized and saw you'd rather be with Creek. I didn't want you to feel like you had to be with me when you didn't want to. Why would I want to force you to be in something you don't want?" I tell Branch. Hie looks up, a twinkle glimmering in his eyes.

"I know you did...but you blamed yourself. It wasn't your fault. It was mine." Branch tells me.

"It wasn't my fault, true. But I didn't want you to blame yourself. I didn't want you to hurt anymore. But by doing that I just ended up hurting the both of us." I confess. A weight is lifted off my shoulders. I feel at peace. I think Branch and I are making so much progress. This is good! Maybe he'll do the fake wedding with me now and then we can go on our ways. "Please, Branch. Do this just for me. I know...it's all done between us. But think about the other Trolls. Think about everyone who has put so much time into this. Do it for them, not me." I tell him. Branch stands up and walks over to me. He takes both of my hands and looks me in the eyes.

"Okay. I'll do it." Branch obliges. I spontaneously wrap my arms around him. I can tell it took him by surprise but I feel his arms wrap tighter around me. He's so cold, and I'm so warm. I can feel his heart beating. I've missed this. I've missed him so much. He's truly my one in a million, and I don't think I can ever find another Troll like him. I just need to remember that this wedding is pretend and we aren't actually getting married. Branch starts to pull away from me but I pull him closer for a few more seconds of hug time. I let go and notice something...his color. He seems just a bit lighter than before. I hope doing this changes his perspective and he can regain all his color again. He looks me up and down and gives me curt smile and and nods, walking back to his desk. I run over to the mirror and I color! It's coming back! I have to show DJ! I can prove to her I'm okay!

I thank Branch and run out of his bunker and bolt back to my home. DJ is just leaving and I bump into her. She instantly notices my regenerating color and gives me a hug, filling me with warmth and light. "I know you're better now." she whispered into my ear. She goes off and I look up at the happy sun, smiling at me. Today is a good day. All the pain and heartache I've felt has just washed away. I feel so much happier, so much better. I look back down from the sun to be face to face with Creek. I yelp and jump back in shock. What is he doing here? He seems to be doing fine with his succulent purple hair and his majestic as every blue-green aura hair.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I ask Creek.

"You and Branch are getting married tomorrow?" Creek inquires, starting to circle around me.

"Oh why yes we are!"I tell him with a big smile on my face. "Why?"

"I just didn't expect that. After you so harshly turned him away, and after he broke everything off with me. I thought he'd just wither away in his bunker." Creek goes on.

"We've come to an understanding. He and I are A okay!" I say to Creek, which will hopefully keep him quiet now and maybe he'll go away.

"It's all a publicity stunt. He doesn't care about you. He doesn't love you. He's doing it for the Trolls." Creek whispers into my ear, getting uncomfortably close. How does he...what? I shutter when I remember Creek can read auras and understands Troll's minds and feelings.

"If that were true, then how come when he hugged me he-"

"Got his color back?" Creek cuts me off. "Trolls are designed to feel love. They're designed to be happy. Any affection they get will do the trick. It doesn't have to be romantic love, it can be platonic. I can show him what real love is."

"What!" I shout, pushing Creek away from me. He chuckles and smiles at me.

"You can give him all the hugs you want, but I can give Branch so much more." Creek says, walking away. "I'll show him what true love feels like. He's going to love every moment of it." I am speechless. Creek has walked off to Branch's. I run back into my house and slam the door closed. I can only imagine what was going to happen. Creek made his way to Branch's and made his way into his bunker. He didn't think he needed permission. He just simply opened up the GO AWAY trap door and entered. Branch sits in his study, still working on his Bergen trap plans. It isn't until Creek is right in front of him that he doesn't look up. The two Trolls meet eyes and freeze.

"Miss me?" Creek asks. Branch clenches his fist and takes a few deep breaths. He keeps his head down and away from Creek. "I've missed you. I've missed all of you." Creek says, climbing ontop of Branch's desk. "I've missed this the most." Creek slides off Branch's desk, onto his lap. "You miss this?" Creek slowly grinds back and forth, gripping onto Branch's shoulders.

"I - I don't understand." Branch gasps between breaths as Creek grinds harder. "You...I didn't..." Distracted by his thickening tree trunk, Branch stops. "I want you..." Branch whispers into Creek's ear, pulling him against his chest.

"I thought you'd never say that." Creek giggles back. "I'll show you what you've wanted, what you've been missing." Creek slides off his Branch's shorts, his stiff stick pointing straight up. Creek stands and drops his yellow sweatpants and climbs back onto Branch. He wraps his arms around Branch's neck and positions himself on the tip of Branch's log. Creek kisses Branch gently on the lips, and then thrusts into him. The two kiss aggressively, Creek grasping onto Branch's neck and Branch running his fingers through Creek's hair. With a swift motion, Creek takes in all of Branch and moans in pleasure. Branch clenches tighter onto Creek's hair, his trunk getting full service, hot and wet. Creek bounces up and down, his body slapping against Branch's thighs. The two go at it, hard. Screams, sweat and lust radiate from the two Trolls. The passion, the excitement, the build up, it's all what they wanted. The anger, the rage, the emotion is all being let out in this act of sex.

"I'm gonna blow!" Branch moans out. Creek pushes forward into Branch and the two topple over, Branch still inside him. In a release of ecstasy, Branch lets go inside of Creek, followed by a deep moan. Creek gets off of Branch and positions himself over Branch's face. "Give it to me, baby." Branch whispers. He grips Creek by the hips and pulls him down to his lips, his sticky and wet glitter gap meeting his face. Branch's tongue finds its way inside, and squirms around. All sort of pleasurable squishing and squirting occur, resulting in sweet cries from Creek.

"Try this." Creek says, pulling his fun hole away from Branch's lips, and thrusting his glitter tube down his throat. Branch gags in surprise from the sheer thickness of Creek's glitter tube, already dripping glitter. Creek rhythmically pulsates back and forth in Branch's mouth, causing a slimy explosion down Branch's throat. Creek is pulled out of Branch's mouth by Branch, and two roll over together, naked and sticky. Branch pulls Creek close and coddles him. "This is what you've wanted all along." Creek tells him. "Don't let ANYONE change this for you." The two kiss each other on the lips, and lay in silence.

I sit in my bedroom, unaware of whatever the heck Creek was talking about, but it doesn't matter to me. I look around at all the pictures of me with Satin, DJ, Chenille, Biggie, Mr. Dinkles, Guy Diamond, Aspen, Biggie, Father, Branch...and Creek. I can't believe Creek did this. If it wasn't for him, none of this would have happened! Branch and I wouldn't have fought and none of this stupid stuff would have happened! Branch and I wouldn't have fallen apart and we wouldn't have lost our color! It's Creek's fault! I hate him! I scream out in anger and tear down all the pictures with Creek. I take all the frames of us and throw them at the wall, glass shattering everywhere. I knew I couldn't trust him. I never should have! I hate him! I stop, out of breath and tears streaming down my face. I sink to the ground, surrounded by ripped up photographs and broken glass and pictures frames. I'm not giving up, I can't, I won't. If Creek knocks me over, I will get back up again.