Chapter Three: Yellow is for the Ribbon Cup
Yellow is for the Ribbon Cup that she owned. Sparkling and beautiful. She kept it in a glass case in her room, and would polish it herself once a week. It was her pride and joy.
He watched her pour her soul into winning that Cup. Her blood and sweat and tears. Day after day, she trained and practiced. She swept the floor during preliminaries at the Grand Festival, and easily made it to semifinals. So had he.
They had gotten matched up against each other, and she had beat him into the ground in less than two minutes.
It hurt at first, realizing that he had lost. When did he let her surpass him?
But he had shook himself off, and took his defeat with grace. He cheered her on in the finals. He was her loudest and biggest fan..
When she won, he was the first person she came to. She ran so fast and so hard she nearly knocked him off his feet. She tackled him onto the floor and hugged him so tight he thought he would burst. Then she kissed him, right on his lips, in of the stadium full of people and cameras.
He didn't win a Ribbon Cup, but that didn't matter.
She had kissed him.