A/N: I admit, I wrote this about 4 days after the first trailer of Trolls 3 came out back in March XD

Poppy could not bring herself to sleep.

Yes, her body was exhausted, but it was her mind that was not.

The Queen of Pop could not help herself in laying there with her bright fuschia eyes opened wide, reeling, unseeing to the earthen ceiling overhead as she ran over every moment of the night's events in her head. She sighed, smiling, giggling with giddiness into the still night air as she had on occasion for the last restless hour squirming in the bed, wishing instead that she could flail her arms high above her head in the air and sing at the top of her lungs. But even she knew that would not be a reasonable thing to do. One, it was the middle of the night. Even Trolls knew when it was supposed to be a time for resting. And two, going off of the first reason, she most certainly didn't want to disturb the cuddled teal form next to her. The hands-down best member of the newly re-banded Brozone, her closest dearest friend and boyfriend – her Branch.

She looked down at him now, completely admiring the way he slept so comfortably with his eyes shut contently, his bluish-black hair tousled about in a messy, adorable way, and the way his breathing came out in soft, calm intervals alongside the steady rise and fall of his chest. Poppy squealed softly, infatuated, and shot her arms out, ready to fling them around his neck for a tight, bone-crushing hug. But she stopped herself, arms midair, as she thought about it more. She didn't think it would be right, awakening her boyfriend from such a peaceful slumber like that just for a hug. Not that she thought he would mind. In fact, Branch would probably be happy to receive a hug from her, be it night, day, or any time in between. But, out of respect for him and his serene dozing, she decided not to. But she had to hug something! She turned to one of the pillows below their heads, giving it the crushing bear-hug instead, burying her nose within its fabric to catch a whiff of his nature-esque scent embedded within. It was an aroma that made her swoon.

And yet, as Poppy released herself from the gripping hug she'd bestowed on the pillow, she still didn't feel relieved of that lingering bout of energy within herself. She didn't think she would be. And she wanted to do something about that. But first…

She took into consideration her situation. A matter as simple as getting out of the bed would have been easier said than done, if not for the way Branch's teal limbs hugged her close, cocooning her with his warmth, not to mention the strands of his rich bluish-black hair that had subconsciously interwoven themselves with hers at the top of their heads. Poppy could not complain – never in a million years would she complain of such a blissful arrangement. But, as much as she hated to do so, she did need to maneuver her way out of it.

Poppy chewed the bottom of her pink lip in contemplation. Maybe she could stay? A little longer? She thought about it, laying there in Branch's strong arms for another hour or two, going on in the same way she had for the last hour or two, itching for more action but knowing that she probably shouldn't engage, running on a high that she couldn't act on…

Nah.

Poppy shifted, slowly, steadily undoing herself and prying Branch away from her albeit a bit unwillingly. It took a little effort – the troll's hold even in sleep was quite firm – but she managed to get up and out, grateful that he hadn't awakened with all of her wriggling. She'd previously known Branch to be a light sleeper, given his former paranoia in regards to Bergens and other dangers. It didn't exactly surprise her. He was still a cautious troll, but it wasn't nearly to the overly-exaggerated extent that it had been before, well… before her, she thought with a blush. There was no doubt that she'd changed his life. She'd always pictured it as her inviting him to a few parties that would make him turn happy again. But the way that it'd happened – and all their adventures in between – Poppy was glad that things had turned out that way instead.

She was about to get lost in memories when she felt a stirring beside her. Uh-oh. Perhaps she'd spoken too soon… Branch was grasping out, patting the bed beside him in a blind search for the Queen. Not able to feel her, she saw him visibly tense, his eyebrows furrowing slightly and his eyelids beginning to twitch. Poppy grimaced.

UH-OH.

Not really thinking, Poppy quickly leaned down, pressing her lips against his cheek in a quick peck of a kiss.

The effect worked like a charm. Branch's tenseness instantly melted away, his limbs going limp and his face taking on a dreamy smile. He cuddled into the pillows, mumbling syllables that sounded awfully similar to her name had it not been for the drowsy quality to his voice. But she could make them out all the same, and she blushed, remembering just how many times – or rather, not quite remembering just how many times – he had said her name that night. Loudly, tenderly, frantically, passionately… Poppy shivered delightfully in recollection, knowing very well how she'd done the same with his. Who knew 'Branch' could have so many different contexts!

She giggled softly to herself, intoxicated with giddiness. Now free from the grasp of her beloved, she sought out her clothes from their abandoned pile strewn on the floor, redressing and doing a little twirl. A jig followed that twirl, and then a handful of other dance moves, the Queen of Pop ensuring that they were silent save for the light patting of feet on the floor below and the occasional pants she took to catch her breath. The Running Man. The Dougie. The Moonwalk. The Floss. Heck, even the Macarena!

But even after her little dancing spree, Poppy still didn't feel worn. There was still lots of energy waiting to be expended within her.

The pink troll glanced around their room, wondering what else she could occupy her time with. Baking? Nah, the smell was going to wake Branch, plus she didn't quite trust herself to not make a mess. Poppy could already picture herself covered from head to toe in flour from having thrown it in the air like confetti. Diary writing? No way. She'd only end up ripping into the pages with her excited scribbling, or doodling way too much instead of writing, or ripping pages out to make cute little cut-outs…

OHHH, wait!

Scrapbooking!

Poppy smacked her forehead in realization. DUH!

It was one of her favorite activities, and relatively quiet save for the soft clips of scissors and the shuffling of paper. She tucked her hands under her chin and squealed softly in excitement. It was a great idea!

Seating herself upon the floor a distance from the bed, Poppy began collecting the key items, some of it in her hair, and some of it already in their room. Once laid out, she ran over the list in her head.

Glitter? Check!

Construction paper? Check!

Felt? Check!

Glue? Check!

Scissors? Check!

The pink queen smiled, satisfied. Now that that was done, she could start! Only… what was she going to scrapbook about? Poppy paused and thought. There were sooooo many options! Bridget and Gristle's wedding, meeting John Dory and Brozone, reuniting with her sister Viva, the Family Harmony... How in the world could a queen choose?!

Even so, she reeled back a bit. Her head was running a hundred miles an hour practically, and she wanted to take it down a notch. Well, let's see… what was my FAVORITE moment? Wrong question. Asking herself to pick a favorite would be like asking her to pick between cookies and cupcakes, confetti or glitter, lasers or foam. In other words, impossible.

Or maybe not TOO impossible…

Poppy felt a heavy blush coat her cheeks when a fleeting thought entered her mind. Thoughts about how much she'd enjoyed last night, with all its passion and intensity, had been flooding through her brain nonstop. She giggled goofily, infatuated all over again. It was EVERY single positive word under the sun. Incredible! Sensational! Fantastic! Wonderful! Amazing! Perfect! The list went on and on in Poppy's head, as her hands, with a seeming mind of their own, started to reach for the scissors and paper, beginning to cut…

Whoa, whoa, WHOA, wait, what am I doing?!

The queen froze in place, suddenly very aware of what she was about to do. Holy cupcakes and sprinkles, I wasn't about to…? But the teal and pink colored felts that she held in her hands only confirmed to her that yes, she had been about to. Poppy felt hot embarrassment course through her. She was about to scrapbook THAT? The Pop queen shook her head, bewildered at herself. Oh, no, no, no, she couldn't.

But I want to.

There were better things to scrapbook.

Not better than THAT.

More decent things.

And last night wasn't decent?

NO, last night was SPECTACULAR! Like a glitter cannon exploded rainbows and kittens, and the sky rained cupcakes and cookies, and unicorns and butterflies sang happy songs for me, and –

Before she knew it, Poppy had snipped out little felt figurines of herself and Branch, the glue about to be used to paste them together in a rather compromising position. But before it could be done, Poppy flung the figurines down to the floor, embarrassed once more. Sugar, get yourself together!

Her scolding not enough, Poppy distracted herself by grabbing some other colored paper and began snipping out little figurines of Brozone. She supposed they were nice guys.

Branch is a nice guy. In fact, he was REALLY nice last night…

Poppy bit her lip, willing herself to focus. She selected a background for her work, a nice bright blue paper aquamarine in its hue.

Blue like Branch.

Poppy blinked, ignoring her blush, and continuing to snip at the paper. But when she went to paste her little Brozone figures onto the background, Poppy realized with much dismay that it had not been John Dory, Bruce, Clay, and Floyd that she'd made. Somehow, she'd snipped five little figurines of Brozone's youngest, cutest member. Branch.

Poppy tossed the papers down in dismay. UGH. It's no use! It was clear to her that she didn't just want to get it out of her system. She needed to. So, unwilling to resist it any longer, the Queen of Pop hunkered down, a determined look on her pink features, and really got down to work on what she had to.

Poppy was surprised. It had only felt like five minutes had passed. But when she took a look at the clock on her Hug Time watch, it had actually been five hours. She giggled in spite of herself. How time flies when you scrapbooked! The queen felt as though she'd reached a good stopping point, however, given that morning had broken through. She proudly took a look at the not one, not two, but three scrapbooks that she'd created. The first couple made up a two-parter depicting their wild adventure with John Dory, Bruce, Clay, Floyd, and Viva. And the other… well, let's just say the other was for her eyes only. Hers, and…

"GOOD MORNING, BRANCH!"

The queen of pop yelled out her boisterous greeting at the first sign of her boyfriend stirring to life from his teal troll yelped in surprise, sitting bolt upright in the bed and clutching onto the sheets like a safety blanket. His blue eyes were wild with shock, startled, until he fixed his gaze on the gleeful pink presence of Poppy, and realized that there was no danger. He huffed out a short laugh and shook his head. "Gotta start getting used to that wake-up call, huh?"

Poppy giggled and nodded. "Yep!"

Branch chuckled, rubbing some of the sleep out of his eyes and assessing the state of his girlfriend. She was energetic, per usual, though the glint in her eye and the brilliant smile on her face was just a tad more overly energetic than usual. He recognized that look, having seen it before when she planned to visit Bergen town and share their holidays with Bridget and Gristle, and he knew what it meant.

"You didn't sleep, did you?"

"Not a wink!" Poppy confirmed.

Branch narrowed his eyes at her. "You didn't watch me sleep the whole time, did you?"

Poppy shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe. Just a little bit, though."

Branch couldn't help the grin that slightly tugged at the corner of his lip. The idea of someone watching you while you slept was, on a usual account, somewhat unnerving. But knowing that it'd been Poppy, well, it wasn't such an unsettling thing.

"So…" he began to ask, "What did you do all night after we… uhh… er…" Branch faltered, his cheeks darkening at the obvious indication he was making. "… you know," he finished quietly, waving his hand.

Poppy smiled wider. "Glad you asked! I worked on this!" She pulled out the trio of scrapbooks that she had and showed it to him.

"Scrapbooking," he said monotonously. "My first, and only guess."

Poppy giggled. "Well, you guessed right!" she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. The troll blushed, a sweet giggle of his own escaping as she handed him the first book. The cover on this one depicted themselves in the center, with little figurines of Brozone and Viva. He instantly knew that it was their most recent adventure they'd had. Intrigued, he flipped through the pages, and recollected the tale through Poppy's felted, glittered, and pop-up figurines. When Poppy had found him in his Grandma's old pod. When the wedding had happened, and John Dory had crashed it. When they went on their search for the brothers, finding Bruce on Vacay Island, and Clay and Viva in Putt Putt Village. The second scrapbook held the rest of the story within. In which they all headed off to Mount Rageous and began to practice their singing. When Branch had walked off, and then he and Poppy and Tiny had found Floyd. When the chase through Mount Rageous ensued, leading up to the Family Harmony that was sung in order to break Floyd - and the other brothers who'd been captured - from their diamond imprisonments. Branch grinned. Poppy's scrapbooks were always quite incredible. She had a real talent, with the way she carefully composed each page in an incredibly accurate manner, a photographic memory transferred to the page. He set down the first two scrapbooks, then took the third scrapbook from her hands. This particular one had a harmless enough cover – the two of them in their usual outfits - his green leafy vest and brown shorts and her blue dress - hand in hand, with a large, pink heart in the background colored in various shades of pink. "This looks cute," he commented, running his fingers over the soft felt.

A mischievous glint was in Poppy's eyes at his words. "Just wait until you see the inside," she whispered.

He arched an eyebrow at her, a little curious, and flipped open the first few pages. It was the two of them, with every one of their friends and family around them in perfect harmony. Branch grinned, and turned to the next page, finding it to be the two of them sharing that amazing, heart-stopping kiss – the one that had occurred right after they had successfully completed their mission. Branch loved that kiss. Branch loved all her kisses. The next page had everyone cheering for them, having little speech bubbles that had hearts and exclamations in them. The next page after that had the two of them in Branch's bunker, heart-eyes on both of their faces as they faced each other, standing near the bed and lovingly holding hands. And the next page…

WHOA, wait a minute…

Branch double took, rubbing his eyes, thinking that maybe it was the bleary sleepiness that was making them work incorrectly. But when he took another look, he knew he wasn't misinterpreting what he was seeing. "Uhh… Poppy?" he asked, tentatively.

Poppy batted her lashes at him innocently. "Yes?"

"Please tell me you're still working on this page?" He looked at her hopefully, hoping that it had been a mistake and that she didn't actually scrapbook that…

But the hope was dashed when she shook her head.

"Nope!"

Branch gaped at her and her nonchalant attitude. He on the other hand was nonplussed, disbelieving of what he saw. Maybe this was the only page like that, he thought optimistically as he turned to the next page. She COULDN'T have actually –

But Branch's jaw dropped at what was on that next page, his blue eyes nearly bulging right out of their sockets. He was grateful that she hadn't gotten the brilliant idea to serve him breakfast in bed, because if he had been sipping his usual cup of coffee, he knew it would have gone flying out of his mouth.

"POPPY!" he shrieked. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF SPRINKLES – "

"Ooo, ooo, ooo, wait!" Poppy cut him off excitedly. "Before you go to the next page, there's this little thingie here that you move, see?" It was a pull tab she was talking about. She moved it back and forth, in turn creating certain motions for their figurines in the scrapbook. Branch, now all too obvious to him that it was fully, one-hundred-percent intentional, felt a deep flush coat his cheeks. I wasn't THAT rough… was I? Branch got his answer when Poppy flipped the scrapbook to the next page, where he was depicted using his hair for a rather risqué purpose. The teal troll almost fainted in mortification.

"Wh-WHAT THE - ?! HOW – WHY – Wh-when did I do that?!"

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't remember!" Poppy exclaimed. "It was right before you went down and – "

"OKAY YES, actually, I remember quite clearly now!" Branch interrupted, not wishing for her to get into a detailed explanation of the bold actions he'd taken afterwards. He could hardly believe that he did it in the first place! But it turned out that Poppy didn't need to say anything at all about it – because it was all illustrated right there in the scrapbook's following page, with another pull-tab to further help aid the visual.

"Holy sugar, Poppy…." he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his periwinkle nose.

"Oh, whaaat," she whined playfully. "I really liked that part! You can't tell me you didn't either!"

I did, Branch thought reluctantly, but he wasn't going to give in to admittance so easily. Unfortunately for him, Poppy wasn't making his reluctance hang around for very long. She poked him on the side, teasingly, her voice holding a sing-songy lilt of amusement. "Come on, Branch, you know you did."

Branch crossed his arms and turned his head away. That did not stop the queen of Pop.

Poke.

"Branch…"

He huffed.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Braaaaanch…"

He pressed his lips together into a thin line, preventing the smirk.

POKE-POKE-POKE-POKE-POKE-POKE.

"BRANCH!"

He sighed, glancing at her but unable to scowl at her little victorious grin and smug features. "I guess…" he started slowly, "… it was… all right…"

Poppy feigned shock. "You 'guess'?"

He groaned. "Okay, yes, it WAS… great. There, are you happy?"

Poppy giggled. "Always!"

Branch chuckled, briefly licking his lips at the memory of the unique, strawberry-vanilla-like flavor that had been on his tongue just a few short hours ago. Then he glanced at Poppy and smiled, her antics too infectious for him to remain annoyed for more than a moment. "I gotta say, though, I'm surprised I haven't come across any glitter yet – "

But as soon as he'd said it, a blast of glitter shot out of the next page when he turned it, in the typical fashion that let him know that yes, he was looking at a Poppy-made scrapbook. It sprayed onto his face, making it sparkly and silly-looking when paired with the stoic expression he'd put on.

"Aaand there it is," Branch grumbled, playfully rolling his eyes as Poppy giggled. Then he took a closer look, and Branch's eyes widened as he gasped. "Poppy!"

"Yep?" she asked, still grinning that toothy grin.

"D-Did you just make that come out of my – "

"YEP!"

Branch groaned, facepalming and suddenly not so fond of the glitter all over his face. His reaction only set Poppy off even more, the pink Pop Queen doubling over with laughter, pleased with the clever utilization of the glitter. He gave her that same look he had always given her before, whenever any of her invitations had assaulted him with their sparkly spray.

"Poppyyyy…"

She giggled and then sighed. "I love it when you say my name."

Branch opened his mouth, prepared to respond with a piece of his mind on this… this… bizarre scrapbook (to say in the least), but the only sound that rang out was the telltale ping from each of their bracelets on their wrists.

Poppy beamed. "Hug Time!" She flung her arms around Branch's neck, tightly pressing herself against him in the hug she'd been itching to crush him with earlier, and almost making it hard for him to breath.

He gaped at her. Oh, no WAY. The conversation was NOT going to end here! Branch wiggled a bit, trying to break free of the tight hug, struggling to come undone from her pink arms and lithe form pressed against him, and…

Utterly failing.

Once Poppy had him in her grasp, there was no escape. But then again, he thought, why was he trying to escape? Poppy - his Poppy, his girlfriend – was hugging him. It was one of the best things he could share with her, aside from her sweet pink lips upon his, and aside from… err… what was depicted in the scrapbook.

He sighed, wrapping his blue arms around her waist and happily pressing against her. Poppy squealed delightedly and snuggled up closer to him. Another victory.

"That scrapbook better not see the light of day," he mumbled.

Poppy snickered. "It won't."

Branch pulled back slightly to eye her. "You promise?"

She held up her finger. "I pinky promise."

He held up his pinky, connecting it with hers and creating a whirlwind of sparkling pink and blue splendor around them. They laughed gleefully at the spectacle, his blue eyes gazing tenderly into her brilliant fuchsia, and the distance between them closing in a warm, sweet kiss. In the split second that Branch had - gazing at her after parting and pondering whether he should take the initiative, grab her, and have them enjoy each other again - Poppy suddenly stood right up and reached for her dress.

"Well, come on!" she said cheerily. "The morning song isn't going to sing itself, you know!"

Branch blinked. "Wh – but – I thought… I mean, we don't have to leave so soon… I do have enough supplies to last us ten years, you know…" He waggled his eyebrow, and she chuckled. Poppy just could not resist him.

"Ooor, we could cuddle for a little bit more, and then head out, okay?"

He leaned in and kissed her again. "Deal."