Chapter 2
She was running a brush through her sunshine hair humming a pixie drinking dirge when a knock sounded on her door. Brush stopping midstroke, she called over her shoulder…
"Who's there?" looking in the mirror at the reflection of the door.
"Uh, Miss Bell, it's Phineas, umm.. Bobble… might I have a word with ye?" his voice muffled by the door, it was hard for Tink to tell by the tone of his voice what this visit might be about.
Flushed, Tinkerbell stood up quickly and laid the brush down, smoothing her dress, and fluffing her hair. "Sure, come on in Bobble!" she rushed towards the door, and then stopped as it began to open and Bobble appeared. She smiled at him shyly and motioned for him to come on in.
"What's going on Bobble?" Tinkerbell settled on a toadstool chair and motioned for Bobble to take the one across from her.
"Ummm…well… I was wondering…that is, umm… Miss Bell… I have a confession ta make…" Bobble's face started to turn pink as Tinkerbell's continued to smile at him. There was a long pause of silence as Bobble sat looking at her longingly, unable to continue.
"Bobble? You're scaring me… what's….wait! The roses! It's….it's you…. Isn't it?" she looked over to the table next to her bed, where a vase full of roses sat, then back at Bobble's face. She knew. Somewhere inside her, she knew it had been Bobble all along. Her sweet unassuming friend, the one who was always there for her, always helping, always ready to lend a hand, always… Bobble. The thought warmed her inside to think he'd been leaving the flowers for her.
Bobble took Tinkerbell's silence as a sign of disapproval. Deflated, ready to admit defeat, Bobble lowered his eyes to the floor, unwilling to let her see the sadness her rejection was going to cause him.
"Yes…" he said, almost a sad whisper.
A tiny delicate hand upturned his chin and his eyes beheld the sight that had haunted his dreams and every waking thought. The beautiful pixie with golden hair and the clearest blue eyes.
"Bobble…really?" Tink's hand still resting lightly under his chin, moved upward to ruffle his hair. She tilted her head just slightly, as if she were surmising what Bobble was thinking.
"Yes…" Why couldn't he say something else! Tink stepped away and turned her back to him, trying to control her frustration and her excitement.
"I'll just…I'll take my leave now…" Bobble started towards the door, but Tink caught his hand before he could touch the doorknob.
"No, Bobble, it's sweet. Thank you." She said, still holding his hand.
Bobble looked at her, down at their entwined hands, and then back at her beautiful face, astonishment registering across his features.
"You mean it's…" he started
"Wonderful…I think its sweet Bobble, thank you." She finished, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.
And in that one sweet kiss, Bobble lost his heart. He felt giddy, worse than the time he and Clank had stolen the rum from the ship in Pirate's Cove. He was completely drunk, and his drink of choice was Tinkerbell.
"Good night Bobble." Tink said softly as she opened the door, her smile never wavering.
"Good night, My Bell." He smiled shyly, taking his exit, soaring up into the sky and letting out a loud "WHOOHOO" of joy and victory.