ERRR! I CAN'T GET FOCUSED!

AND I AM SOOO TIRED OF ITALICS!

Celeste awoke.
She opened her eyes ever so slightly.

She was in the arms of Brewster.

Her first impulse was to jump, shriek, and flee. But something held her, something she wished she could thank for a very long time afterwards. She closed her eyes up, slowed her breathing, and decided to stick around. MEANWHILE!

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Sarah sat bored in her house. She had a very good view of the beach from her attic, as her house was large and Nook once chopped down all the trees in front of her house while he was drunk the other day. Watching as Brewster held her friend, she was almost dying of cute giggles. When all of a sudden, she saw the unmistakable twinkle of Celeste's eyes for a split second.

Oh no, here comes the jump, shriek, and possibly the flee... she thought groaning. Show's over. She was hoping that the little owl'd stay knocked out until deep night, and then she'd be forced to walk home with Brewster, going over the romantic bridge in the full moonlight... But no, the idiot birdbrain had to wake up early, didn't she?

Suddenly, she realized, Brewster hadn't noticed! And there was a refreshing lack of shrieks and flees. Was Celeste still... no, the twinkle of her eyes couldn't be mistaken... Which means she's...

PWWWWWWN! thought Sarah, gaping. The lil' owl's finally realized what she really wants! However, she couldn't help but feel a little bad. Turning to the big Mother Bear sitting in the corner of her room, she said,

"You've got motherly intuition and bear instincts and stuff. You think it'd be the right thing to got let Brewster know she's conscious?"

The bear didn't reply.

"I agree!" She pushed her easy chair and a small mushroom lamp to the window, surprised at how the mushroom lamp and the easy chair both took the exact same amount of rigorous effort... That had started ever since she moved there... Luropo was weird like that...

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"Those were the days, weren't they, dear?" whispered Brewster as he held Celeste in his arms.

Sand was all over her wings. Leaning against a tree that had been spared by Nook's chopping frenzy, Brewster carefully stroked her feathers to get the grit out. He smiled.

"How old were you? Thirteen? No, no, no... You were 15 going on 16. I came to your party... That's where it started, huh..." Celeste almost gasped.

So he really did know my age back then, huh?

Oh, but his rambling was not finished. With a nostalgic grin, he mumbled. "... You were blood red and you hated the color pink... Your bow, wasn't it black?" He fiddled with her bow and then with her unusual diamond harlequin patterned shirt. "This was too..."

So you still remember, huh?

"You came down everyday... You never drank coffee, but I gave you sugar and pigeon milk... On Saturdays, but only when there were no one other than you, me, and K. K.... We... Didn't we used to..." He looked up at the rising full moon. The stars were bright that day. Looking back down at Celeste's calm face, he sighed.

"Didn't we used to dance..." It was said more like an unfinished sentence than a question.

"But then... There was that... Wi-with... Pelly... And..." He looked away.

"I miss you Celeste."

Celeste might've leaped up and hugged him, tears in her eyes, right then, but she held herself back. She kept listening.

"Oh, what am I doing talking to myself. I'm one insane birdbrain!" he groaned and took a deep, exhausted sigh. Celeste almost giggled at his cute European accent... It used to give her the chills, didn't it?
"Real insane, huh lil' birdy? Real insane, because we're over, and I made it that way, didn't I...?" Hearing him say that... Celeste was really going to start bawling like a baby just then, until she found herself shocked. Her feathers were slightly moist...

That meant that Brewster...

No, Brewster? The untouchable? The unbreakable? The invincible? The emotionless, blank-faced, calm, cool, collected Brewster... c-cr-crying?

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Sarah was thinking the same thing from her window. Excitedly, she broke out the popcorn.

"Mama bear, this is WAAAAAAY better than Gilmore Girls!" she cheered. The bear started to slump.
"Well... I know you're a hardcore Rory-fan, but I always thought it was a little unrealistic and..."

The bear fell flat on the ground.

"OKAY, DON'T NEED TO GET ALL EMO ABOUT IT! Here, you can watch too!" Sarah pushed the bear to the window (once again putting in a lot more effort than it should have taken; it was a stuffed animal, after all...) and sat back down.

"But I'm not sharing the popcorn, OKAIII?"

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Celeste abruptly started to "wake up" not because... because Brewster was... was crying, especially over her... them... because Brewster doesn't cry, that would be impossible. But you know, she ought to wake up to make sure he doesn't start, not that he would... But there might be a slight .001% possibility, and it's better safe than sorry...

"Oh..." Brewster mumbled. Celeste would have moaned at the disappointment in his voice. The kind pigeon gently placed the fragile owlette on the caressing sand. "There you go..."

Celeste, who was very good at acting asleep because she had to be awake all day when she was SUPPOSED to be asleep, mumbled and groaned, stretched her wings, and yawned.

"Oh... Oh! H-he-hello Brewster!" smiled Celeste. Peculiar music echoed from town hall. (Sarah made it, of course...)

"Look, it's midnight." laughed Brewster. "Nice timing, cutie." The pigeon almost winced, waiting for the "HOOTIE-TOOT! BREWSTER, I TOLD YOU NOT TO BE GOING ON ABOUT... Bla bla bla bla bla." She really was that man's sister... However, there was a refreshing lack of embarrassed arguing. Instead, all Celeste said was,

"Hey, Brewster?"
"Yes... Cutie-pie?" Brewster tried, thinking that surely she'd say something this time...

"I'm sorry if I was ever... a little harsh, you know what I'm saying?" Brewster looked at her in shock.

"Oh... Well, you never have... Baby." Wait for it... wait for it...

Celeste giggled. GIGGLED. SHE, CELESTE OWLETTE, GIGGLED AT BREWSTER. Sarah could've sworn that even Mama Bear was gaping.
"You're funny, Brewster. Uh... It's getting dark. Walk me home?"

Brewster was in utter disbelief.
"Uh... Uh, sure lil' birdy." There's no WAY he could even THINK of surviving this one... Because surely she wouldn't... Let him get away with that ol' one... No....

"Oh, that's so nice of you... Haha! I'm not sleepy at all, but you must be awful tired, especially after standing around watching over me like that."
"I just... I just found you like this... Just... Just now... I mean, I wasn't like, watching you sleep for an hour because... because that would be weird...

They started to walk toward the river in the moonlight, but stopped when they heard a loud shriek:

"YESSSS! YEEEEEEEEESSSS! I AM SOOOO AN AWESOME MATCHMAKER!"

Though they both knew who it was, they simply giggled.
"Tom's been taking to whiskey again..." groaned Brewster, jokingly.

"Maybe so, but whoever it was, they're definitely drunk." Celeste said with a wink.

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"I'm awesome, aren't I?" Sarah asked Mama Bear.
"Yes, yes I am. Awesome. AWESOME. Their cute little children will thank me one day."

The mama bear stayed silent.

"What, you don't believe me? Look." She got out of the way and pushed Mama Bear where she was just sitting. (Once again breaking sweat for no reason at all.)

And well, I think the bear was pretty convinced. Because as they watched, when the two lovebirds got to the middle of the bridge, Celeste, without the other noticing, looked up at the sky and back at Sarah's house, and Brewster at Sarah's house then at the sky.

They both mouthed a smiling "Thank you."

OKAY! THAT'S LIKE, 80% OF THE MUSHY GUSHY NESS! ENJOY WHILE IT LASTS! 1,000 WORDS! GO RUN SCREAMING!