This is it, peeps. The chapter you've all been waiting for! This is the chapter where the 2 competitors are revealed! :D
EmmiBrooke- Brainy was at her house because he wanted to check how she was coping with the news. He just got there a bit late!
Chloe- Yup! I want to have a whole bunch of things that no one's ever done in this story! It is unique! Yeah, Thoughtful likes camping! Especially with her friends. Maybe the eyes are protecting you. I hope you'll find out what they are! :)
Athena the wise girl- Glad you think it's exciting! Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it!
Callister the great- Merry Christmas and a Happy new year to you, too! Now, I didn't say she was a storybook character, did I? :) Well, you'll just have to wait and find out! Yup, Brainy's jealous!
Mii-raim- Yes, I know there's a third Smurfette. I just didn't include her in this story. Actually, her name's Nanny.
BalletSmurfette777- You'll see. And you just want me to finish this so you can type yours. Ha ha.
I own nothing except Thoughtful and her new friend. The rest belongs to Peyo.
ALERT- This story had been plotted out in June of 2012. Every similarity is coincidental and I guarantee that I copied off of no one. Everything with the exception of Gutsy is based off of the cartoons.
Anyway, Merry (belated) Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all! :D Enjoy the chapter!
Brainy Smurf was on the warpath. He needed to find a certain woodsmurf that camped out with a certain black-haired girl last night.
What was weird, though, was that he didn't even know why he was so worked up about this. They'd just talked for a bit, then had a sleepover. What was the problem? Why did he feel so knotted and angered inside?
He sighted Tracker on a bench, just sitting and sniffing the air. As Brainy approached, he stood, a cool look in his eyes. "I take it you're angry at me for some reason."
"How'd you smurf?" Brainy asked, more miffed than surprised.
"I could smell it on you," he replied. "What did I do?"
"Why were you getting smurfy with Thoughtful last night?"
Slight amusement showed on Tracker's face. "You were eavesmurfing?"
Oops. Brainy couldn't stop a blush creeping across his face, but he protested, "What were you doing last night?"
"Comforting Thoughtful. The fact that she knows a storybook character can be overwhelming."
"But why YOU? I mean~"
"What, you think you could've done better?" Tracker interrupted.
"I believe I could!"
"Then prove it," Tracker snapped. "Thoughtful needs someone who can comfort her in her time of need. What would you have done?" He closed his eyes and raised is pointer finger in the classic 'Brainy' pose. "Since you're from a storybook, that means you're not real. Therefore, you don't belong in the village!" He said, imitating Brainy's nasally voice.
"I wouldn't have smurfed that!"
"What would you have said, then?" Tracker demanded. Brainy groped for a moment, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. "I thought so," concluded Tracker. He turned his back, preparing to walk away. "If you want to have Thoughtful as a girlfriend, you'll have to try harder." He threw over his shoulder. Then, he strutted away, not bothering to look back at Brainy's enraged face.
Tracker and Brainy weren't talking to each other. Thoughtful could see that as plainly as the nose on her face. She noticed the two Smurfs giving each other evil glares and just plain ignoring one another.
She didn't understand why. She'd started to ask Brainy about it, but he'd said "YOU wouldn't know." But she WANTED to know! She wanted to help them in any way she could! She sensed it was deeper than just brotherly fighting. Something also told Thoughtful that their quibble had something to do with her.
That's how she ended up in front of Smurfette's mushroom. Maybe the blonde could help. She knew all the Smurfs very well anyway.
Thoughtful knocked on the door and the other Smurfette answered. "Oh!" She said, surprised. "I didn't expect to see you, Thoughtful. Please come in."
"Thank you, Smurfette." Thoughtful entered the mushroom and sat down on a chair by Smurfette's table.
Smurfette went to the cupboards and pulled out a teapot and some cups. "Do you want some tea? You look troubled."
"Some tea would be smurfy, thank you." This is my first actual conversation with Smurfette, Thoughtful realized. Smurfette put the kettle on the stove.
"What's the matter?" She asked, preparing the tea leaves.
"Brainy and Tracker won't smurf to each other," Thoughtful explained. "And I think I caused their fight."
To her absolute astonishment, Smurfette said, "You did."
It took Thoughtful a moment to process this information. In the meantime, she sat, staring, with her jaw slack. When she finally closed her mouth, she asked quietly, "H-how do you know?"
"Well, Vanity heard the entire thing this morning. Tracker and Brainy are fighting over you. I think they both like you a lot." Smurfette explained, pouring the boiling water into the cups and setting one in front of her guest.
"Like me?" Thoughtful blew gently on the tea in her cup. Why the SMURF would they like HER?! "I don't understand."
Smurfette giggled and took a sip from her own cup. "It's just natural, Thoughtful. All boy Smurfs ever think about is love. Every spring, the madness starts all over again. It can get really unsmurfy, but you lean to smurf with it."
"But it's not spring."
"But you came. A new Smurfette might have triggered their annual smurfiness a bit later than usual." Smurfette nudged Thoughtful playfully. "And having another Smurfette to cope with them is a dream come true for me!"
Thoughtful smiled at her sister's teasing, but still felt bad inside. "But why is it just the two of them? Why not the rest?"
"Now, THAT I don't know," Smurfette shrugged. "But you'd better choose one of them. Fast. Otherwise, this will just get more and more unsmurfy."
The feathered Smurfette was silent, just sipping her beverage. When she had finished, her only word were, "I see." Then, she rose. "Can I help you with the dishes?"
"Oh, no. Guests shouldn't need to do work." Smurfette replied, cleaning up the teacups.
Thoughtful showed herself to the door. "Well, thank you for talking with me. I think I understand better now."
Smurfette put the dishes in the sink and returned to Thoughtful's side. "It was smurfy talking to you. Thank you for smurfing over."
Tracker and Brainy liked her. Thoughtful wondered why. She wasn't special, or pretty. She was just… Thoughtful Smurfette.
The shouting of the Smurfs playing Smurfball jolted her train of thought off its tracks. Smurf it. I love these Smurfs, but they can be very loud sometimes. She desired a quiet spot to sit and ponder her current predicament.
The forest. The only sounds there were the soothing choruses of nature. That was the perfect place to go and have a good hard think.
Thoughtful made herself at home in the branches of a tree, far from the village. This was a good place. There wasn't a huge chance she'd be interrupted here.
Thoughtful's mind wandered. Soon, the problem of Brainy and Tracker was at the back of her mind, being overtaken by her remaining memories and questions of her past.
Suddenly, something dropped into her lap and she let out a little yelp. There, bright green against the beige of her pants, was a little snake.
"Great Smurfs, you startled me," Thoughtful said to it. She didn't expect an answer, and the snake didn't give one. "Did you fall?"
Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the snake's tail was bent weirdly. "Did you break it?" She prodded it a little and the reptile opened its pink mouth in a silent hiss. "Sorry. I guess you did."
She wasn't a doctor, but she knew how to make a splint. She tied two small twigs around the snake's tail with thin strips of tree bark. "There. That should hold until I can get you to Papa Smurf." She picked up the reptile in her blue hands.
As the snake swung it's small head towards her, Thoughtful's breathing quickened. It's bright green scales were turning a sickly color and four legs grew out of its body. It opened its mouth, showing sharp white fangs. The snake had turned into a weird-looking lizard!
With a screech, the raven-haired Smurfette dropped the creature, but as it hit the tree bark, it turned into a regular, green, harmless snake again. It hissed in pain, looking at her with an uncannily indignant expression.
Thoughtful tried to still her breathing. "Sorry," she apologized, hesitantly picking up the snake again. This time, it stayed a snake. "I guess… I don't like lizards."
The snake gave her a "no kidding" look.
"You know what?" Continued Thoughtful. "I like you. I'm going to give you a name until you leave for the wild again." She thought for a moment. "Assuming you're a boy, I'm going to name you Quintoro. The letter Q has always been one of my favorites."
If the snake liked it, he didn't show it. He just stared at Thoughtful with shiny black eyes.
Thoughtful glanced over the edge of the branch. "I can't carry you while climbing down. I should put you… somewhere." But where? Her pockets would be too cramped, plus he might get squished. There wasn't really any other place…
Wait! "I've got it!" Thoughtful raised her hand to her head, lifting the brim of her hat. "You can stay under there until I get you to Papa. He'll help you."
Quintoro apparently understood what Thoughtful was saying and slid underneath her hat. She then stood, liking the feel of his smooth body against her hair, and started her downward descent.
