The song Willow and Clay sing is called Couldn't Care Less by ALTÉGO. I love this song. It's so bouncy. Clay also sings a verse from the song Everytime we touch by Cascada.

Willow realized she had never really been alone with Clay. It wasn't intentional; the other brothers were just always around. So when the two of them left the bunker to go to Poppy's pod for their meeting, they were a little awkward. "What's it like being the Pop ambassador?" Clay asked after a few minutes of silence. "Is it a lot of work?"

"It can be," Willow admitted. "I travel a lot, and not just for my date nights. A lot of what I do involves maintaining friendships with the other tribes as well as making sure the Trolls that make TrollsTopia their home are comfortable. TrollsTopia has Poppy here, so there isn't as much need for me to stick around here unless something big happens. I'm here for when the leaders of the other tribes decide to visit and do what I can to make sure their stays are comfortable. I'm also the one who helps the subgenres feel comfortable."

"You do a lot as an ambassador, don't you?" Clay asked with a smile.

"Yeah," Willow smiled. "I'm also the main baker, so if there's a special party happening, I'm usually the one in charge of desserts. And I plan things, like the royal Bergen wedding we had recently. If there's a big event, I'm the one that comes up with the details that pull it all together."

"So you're like the village manager," Clay summarized, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Willow shook her head in denial. "That's Poppy. You know, the queen? I'm just here to help."

"It sounds like you're doing more than helping, though," Clay frowned, concerned. "You do an awful lot for the village. Maintaining relationships between Trolls, ensuring everyone has what they need, planning all the events? It sounds like what John Dory used to do for the band before he let the stress get to him."

"I guess I never really thought of it like that," Willow frowned. "Maybe I am kind of the manager."

"And that's alright," Clay reassured when he saw the concern on his little sister's face. "As long as you take breaks and don't let it overwhelm you, it should be fine." He gave her a sheepish smile. "I became the manager of the Putt Putts while I was gone, so I get it. I finally understood the pressure John Dory was under when he had to start caring for us all." He crossed his arms. "I'm hoping you're not piling too much work on yourself. It can be a little overwhelming if you don't take breaks."

"That's right," Willow realized, her eyes widening. "You were in charge of safety and taking care of the Putt Putts, weren't you?" She smiled at her brother's sheepish look. "You kept them safe and comfortable while still terrified of the Bergens. I saw all the safety measures you had put in place. It was as safe and fortified as the bunker is. You should be proud of your accomplishments with the Putt Putts."

"Thanks," Clay smiled. "I am proud of what I've done. And you should be proud of the things you've done, too. We've done so much for our people; they're better off for it." He hesitated. "Speaking of 'our people.' There is something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Sure," Willow looked up at her brother in concern. "Are you okay? You seem nervous."

"I am," Clay admitted. The duo stood outside of Poppy's pod. "I'm not sure how to say this, and I hope you're not too mad. Though, Branch seems to think you'll be okay with it. But you're our little sister, and I don't want to hurt you-"

"Clay," Willow put her hand on her brother's arm. "Settle, big bro. I promise whatever you have to say, I won't be mad. What's got you in a tizzy?"

"Alright," Clay took a deep breath and looked at his little sister. "Best to just get it out all at once. I don't want to move to Pop Village. Everything is too loud and open. The Trolls here are so reckless, and I know you all said the Bergens are friends now, but I've lived through too many Trollstices to feel comfortable living so close to them. The idea of moving here permanently makes me feel violently ill." He cringed away as if she was going to explode.

"Alright," Willow nodded. She smiled at the confusion on his face. "What? Did you think I was going to try to keep you here? Come on, bro. The Putt Putts are practically their own tribe, thanks to you and Viva. You've done everything you can to ensure the Putt Putts have what they need, and Viva's practically queen of the Putt Putts. I don't think she'd be okay with returning to being just a princess. And Poppy is coming into her own as a queen, so she won't step down so Viva can take over willingly."

"So what are we going to do?" Clay asked, brows furrowed.

"We open the door and talk to Queen Poppy and her sister," Willow raised an amused eyebrow at the older brother. "If you're feeling like this, I can only imagine the conversation Poppy's had with Viva." She gestured to the door. "Are you ready for our meeting? I'm sure they're waiting for us to stop talking behind Poppy's door."

"Right," Clay took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I'm ready." He opened his eyes again and looked at his little sister. "Let's do this."

Poppy smiled at the two when they made it into her pod. "Hey, guys! I was wondering when you'd come inside."

"Sorry, Poppy," Willow grinned widely, an amused twinkle in her eyes. "Had to calm some nerves before we stepped in." She playfully nudged her older brother in the ribs. "Someone was having a level two freak out."

"A level two, huh?" Poppy giggled, amused by the two siblings. "I'm Glad you got it taken care of." She gestured to the chairs around the table where she was sitting with her sister. "Shall we get started?"

"Let's get started," Willow smiled and gestured for her brother to sit beside Viva while she sat between him and Poppy. Her smile softened when her brother and Viva visibly relaxed.

"So we were originally going to have this meeting to talk about the future of the Putt Putts and the possible relocation and reuniting the Trolls with their families," Poppy began. "But based on my conversation with Viva, we need to have a different conversation."

"And if it's anything like the talk I just had with Clay, I agree," Willow added, leaning forward and turning her head to Poppy. "Clay doesn't feel comfortable moving to Pop Village and TrollsTopia. I'd still like to talk about reuniting Troll families, but I also think it would be a good idea to make the Hole 'N Fun a new tribe."

Poppy nodded with a grin. "That's just what I was thinking." She pulled out some papers. "Now, obviously, there's going to be a lot of work getting your tribe what they need to thrive, but if we work together, I know we can do it."

"Hang on," Viva interrupted, a dumbfounded look on her face. "Are you serious? Five minutes ago, you were talking about making pods for all the new Trolls moving here when we bring the Putt Putts here, and just because we said we didn't feel comfortable, you changed the plan entirely?"

"Well, sure," Poppy raised an eyebrow at her sister's words. "It's called a compromise. You don't want to live here, and I won't be the one to make you. But it must be updated to stay in the Hole 'N Fun. So the plan changes."

"Yeah," Willow nodded. "No offense to the work you both put into it, but like the Pop Trolls, you had to go without many technological advances." She pulled out a notebook and started writing. "I think the first thing we'll need to do is bring in some doctors and get you more advanced medical equipment. The Funk Tribe should be able to help with that." She turned to her brother, a stern look on her face. "And you are getting a room with a bed. You cannot possibly expect me to believe you sleep comfortably in the admin building."

"I probably sleep about as comfortably as you do when you fall asleep at your desk in the middle of piles of paperwork," Clay smirked at the incredulous look on his little sister's face. "Yeah, Branch told us how often you've left your room with a crick in your neck because you fell asleep at your desk." He rubbed his hand over her head at her pout. "But a bed does sound like a good idea." He chuckled sheepishly. "This past week has been the best I've slept in years."

"Good," Poppy smiled. "Now that that's settled, we need to see about getting you both communicators." She held hers out. "All the tribal leaders and ambassadors have one, so we can get a hold of each other. And you'll need to join the monthly tribal meetings. The Funk Tribe is holding the next one." She paused in thought. "We'll have to add the Putt Putts into the roster of hosts eventually. But obviously, we'll have to wait until it's more updated."

"I'm sorry," Clay interrupted. "Can you go back to the things about leaders and ambassadors?"

"Right," Poppy stopped. "You guys are co-leaders, sorry." She smiled sheepishly. "I forgot for a moment."

"It's cool," Clay smiled. "That's not why I'm asking. Willow talked earlier about Viva being queen, but that was never made official. Based on what Willow told me about what she does, I used to do a lot of what she does already. You know, minus the baking and the friend-making. We just never talked about what our roles are before."

"We never needed to," Viva said. "We're co-leaders. That's how it's always been."

"But Willow and Poppy are co-leaders, too," Clay said, looking at Viva. "Poppy may be queen, but they work together to ensure their village and TrollsTopia thrive." He smiled encouragingly. It's time we make you the queen of the Putt Putts officially. I'm good with being the ambassador." He laughed a little. "It doesn't sound like it'll be too much different than what I do already. There'll just be a little more traveling involved."

"Are you sure you'd be okay with that, though?" Viva asked, concerned. "I don't want you to think we need to change how we operate just to fit in with everyone else. We don't have to have the same system as the Pop Trolls if we don't want to."

"She's not wrong," Willow said. "The Classical Trolls have a conductor, and the Country Western Tribe has a mayor/sheriff. There's no reason you can't be co-leaders if that's what you want."

"I don't know," Clay muttered thoughtfully. "I like the idea of holding the same title as my little sister." He smiled at her. "What do you think, little sister? Think our brothers can handle having two ambassadors in the family?"

Willow smiled at her brother. "It sounds like they're going to have to get used to it." She pulled him into a hug. "I'll be happy to teach you everything I know."

With the meeting over, Willow and Clay walked back to the bunker. "That was a lot easier than I thought it would be," Clay told Willow with a smile. "I thought there was going to be much more fighting about me and Viva continuing to stay at the Hole 'N Fun instead of moving here."

Willow snorted. "I can't believe you thought I would attack you for not wanting to move to Pop Village. You looked like I would beat you up for telling me what you wanted."

Nervous laughter escaped Clay's lips as he recalled his sister's threat to their elder brother and the tranquilizing dart she used on him. "Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I don't either," Willow shook her head. "I would never try to force you to stay here. I'm not going to try to do that with any of you. Bruce has a family out there he will need to go back to soon, and I'm not sure John Dory is comfortable staying in one place for very long, and who knows where Floyd will want to stay once he's fully healed. None of you should feel obligated to live here because we want to be a family again." She smiled up at him. "We're going to be a family no matter where we are." She nudged her brother playfully. "Just don't let it be another twenty-six years before we see you again."

Clay laughed and rubbed his little sister's head. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that, sis. We will visit you and Branch so much you'll wish we never returned."

Willow hugged him. "I can't wait." The duo hugged for a moment before Willow pulled away. "So what do you want to learn first, Mr. Ambassador?"

Clay smiled as they started walking again. "Well, I was thinking I could teach you something." He raised an eyebrow. "Unless you've decided you don't want to learn how the Putt Putts turned ourselves into golf balls for faster travel?"

Willow's eyes widened. "Seriously?" She grinned as he nodded and pumped her fist in excitement. "Yes! You have no idea how much I wanted to do that when I first saw you guys." She looked up at Clay. "When can we get started?"

"The brothers are going to be busy for most of the day," Clay offered. It was true; each brother had mentioned doing something. Poppy wanted to take Branch on a date, John Dory wanted to spend quality time with Rhonda and Hickory, Bruce said something about hanging out with the Techno Trolls, and Floyd had a date with Riff. "If you want, we could start today."

"Awesome." Willow grabbed her brother's hand and started leading him to her grotto. "We can go to my hide-out." She glared at him. You can't tell anyone where it is, not even our brothers."

"No worries, little sis," Clay grinned excitedly as he was led away. He may have offered to teach Willow, but she trusted him with a secret not many knew. He wasn't going to blow it. "Your secret is safe with me."

Willow fell back onto the ground, frustrated. "I don't understand what I'm doing wrong!" She groaned. She looked at her brother. "You guys make it look so easy."

"You're too stressed, sis," Clay crossed his arms. "You need to be able to relax to stretch your hair like it needs to."

"None of the Putt Putts were relaxed when we met, though," Willow narrowed her eyes. "They were all super tense."

"We'd also been doing it for years," Clay smiled amused. "You can't expect to get it right after a couple of hours."

"But I'm usually so good at figuring things out," Willow complained, frustrated. "I can learn any style of music; instruments are like a second language, and I don't know if you noticed, but languages don't take very long for me to learn. Give me a new food, and not only would I be able to recreate it, but I can improve it. Don't get me started on baking. This should be easy."

"Not everything is going to come easily," Clay raised an eyebrow. "Sometimes you have to work if you want something."

"I know," Willow sighed. "It's just frustrating not being able to figure this out."

"I know what you mean," Clay nodded and sat beside her. "It can be frustrating not getting something figured out. I can't tell you how many times I had to practice some new dance moves for the choreography I was making before I was happy with it. You gotta keep trying." He stood up and smiled before pulling his little sister up. "Now, how about we take a break from this and do something else?"

"But I want to get this figured out," Willow protested. "I almost got it that last time."

"If you keep trying, your hair's gonna end up in knots," Clay deadpanned. "It's time for a break, little sister. Seriously." He laughed at the disgruntled expression on her face. "How about we do something else? We can do anything you want."

"Anything?" Willow raised an eyebrow, suspicious. When Clay nodded, Willow frowned. "Then how about you tell me why you don't like Techno music?"

"That's it?" Clay raised an eyebrow. "That's what you want to do?"

"My boyfriend is the king of the Techno Trolls," Willow crossed her arms. "So Techno is a large part of my life. It's upsetting to think there's a part of my life I'll never be able to share with you because you hate Techno."

"I don't hate it," Clay denied, shaking his head. He sighed and crossed his arms. "When we went to a rave a few days ago, it was so loud and bright. I couldn't handle it. Not to mention, the music is a lot.

"You get overstimulated easily, don't you?" Willow guessed with a nod. "I guess that makes sense." She frowned. "What's wrong with the music? It's got a good beat, and the lyrics are fun. It's made for raves."

"That's just it," Clay groaned in annoyance. "I'm not fun anymore. I can't do the 'fun boy' thing anymore. It's part of why I never returned to the pod," He admitted quietly. He crossed his arms and sat on the log. "Going back to the home where everyone only knew me as the 'fun guy?' I couldn't do it. "

"Well, you got your wish," Willow muttered, scowling. "I never knew 'fun boy Clay.' The only Clay I ever knew was 'serious guy Clay.'" She scoffed. "Of course, that Clay abandoned his little siblings and never came back home, so I'm not sure which one you'd prefer to be remembered as."

Willow cringed at her words and looked at her older brother chagrined. "I'm sorry, that was mean." She sighed and crossed her arms. "We're supposed to be moving past this stuff. Forgiving past mistakes is supposed to go both ways, and that wasn't fair to you."

"No," Clay shook his head as Willow sat beside him. "I deserve that. I'm sorry about what I did. I hate that I never got the chance to watch you grow up." The two sat in silence until Clay looked up, determined. "Alright, let's go." He stood up and pulled his little sister to her feet.

"Where are we going?" Willow asked, confused. She followed her brother out of her grotto.

"Back to the bunker," Clay grinned. "You're gonna teach me what's so great about Techno music."

"You won't regret this," Willow grinned, pulling a CD player out of her bedroom. "I think you'll like it when it's not blaring in your ears." She pulled a CD out of her hair. "Trollex helped me make this." She put the CD in and let the music flow through her bunker. The steady beat and rhythm enveloped the two siblings.

"Alright," Clay said, his head bobbing to the beat. "I could get behind this. You said this is the music you play with Trollex?"

Willow nodded and grinned. "Yeah. This music never fails to cheer me up." She pulled her brother from where he was sitting. "Come on, dance with me."

"I don't know, Willow," Clay frowned at his little sister. "That's venturing too far into 'fun boy' territory."

"You're allowed to have fun and still be taken seriously," Willow said pleadingly, looking at her brother. "Please dance with me."

Clay rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine," he raised an eyebrow at Willow. "Don't expect that look to work for too much longer."

"As long as it's still working," Willow grinned as she pulled her brother to the middle of the floor when the next song started. "And this is the perfect song to start with."

(Willow)

We out tonight to let it all go

First ones there and the last ones home

Do all the things we say that we won't

Couldn't care less when the beat goes on

We out tonight to let it all go

First ones there and the last ones home

Do all the things we say that we won't

Couldn't care less when the beat goes on

Willow grinned at the uncomfortable look on Clay's face. "You gotta relax, big bro. Remember how you were talking about relaxing to turn into a golf ball? The same can be said for rave dancing. Remember, there is no rule for how to dance to Techno music. Just feel the flow and do what feels right to you."

(Willow)

We out tonight to let it all go

First ones there and the last ones home

Do all the things we say that we won't

Couldn't care less when the beat goes on

Clay rolled his eyes with a grin. "Alright," he took a deep breath and shook his arms and legs. "I'm loose, I'm chill. Just relax and have fun with your little sister."

(Clay)

We out tonight to let it all go

First ones there and the last ones home

Do all the things we say that we won't

Couldn't care less when the beat goes on

Couldn't care less when the beat goes on (Woo)

Willow grinned victoriously at her brother's singing voice. "Yeah!" She grabbed her brother's hand and started dancing around the room. "You're getting it," she said.

(Willow)

If this night is a dream

Then maybe I don't wanna wake up

This is right where I'll be

Baby, if forever's enough

(Clay and Willow)

So, let's get loud

Let's sing the song, get down

Let's get it on, get wild

Do what you want

Do what you want

Do what you want

Get loud

Let's sing the song, get down

Let's get it on, get wild

Do what you want

Do what you want

Do what you want (Yeah)

Clay and Willow jumped on the furniture as they danced. They were definitely going to get yelled at by Branch when we eventually came home, but they were too busy enjoying the music and each other's company to find it in them to care.

(Clay and Willow)

We out tonight to let it all go

First ones there and the last ones home

Do all the things we say that we won't

Couldn't care less when the beat goes on

We out tonight to let it all go

First ones there and the last ones home

Do all the things we say that we won't

Couldn't care less when the beat goes

We out tonight to let it all go

First ones there and the last ones home (Oh)

Do all the things we say that we won't

Couldn't care less when the beat goes on

We out tonight to let it all go

First ones there and the last ones home (Oh)

Do all the things we say that we won't

Couldn't care less when the beat goes on

Willow laughed when the song finally stopped. "That's the most fun I've had in a little while," she smiled at her older brother. "Thanks for dancing with me."

"Of course," Clay smiled when another song started up. And maybe I went a little too extreme on the whole 'can't have fun' thing. I'll let myself have more fun in the future."

"That would be great," Willow smiled and climbed from the couch. "I'm going to make something to eat since the guys haven't returned yet."

Clay nodded and climbed down. "Hey, do you have any other CDs? I want to change this one."

"There's a whole shelf of them in my room!" Willow called from the kitchen. "Go ahead and pick one."

Clay wandered into Willow's bedroom to look at her collection of CDs. "There's a whole library of music here," he stared in awe. He looked around at the CDs until he found one in a clear case. "'Angel Beat,'" he read aloud, his eyebrow raised. I wonder what this one is about?"

Clay peaked his head out of his sister's room. "You were serious when you said I could pick any CD, right?"

"Totally!" Willow shouted back. "Pick whatever sounds good."

"Great!" Clay walked over to the CD player to put the CD in. "Hey, I'm just curious," he said when Willow walked out with a plate of sandwiches. Bruce mentioned you have a tattoo, but I've never seen it. Why is that?"

"That would be because you've never seen me in a swimsuit," Willow raised an amused eyebrow. "It's on my thigh. If you want to know what it is, Trollex and Barb have a matching one. The only difference is color and placement."

Clay grimaced. "I'm good. I don't need to know what exactly you have." He grabbed a sandwich from the tray when the music started playing. Willow froze, and he grinned at the voice on the CD. "Is this you singing?" His smile widened when she started blushing a deep purple. "It is!"

"Where did you get this?" Willow asked, putting the sandwiches down.

"It was in your room," Clay grinned. "And you said I could pick whatever CD I wanted."

"I meant from the shelf," Willow growled and stalked to the CD player. "This was on my nightstand. It was not meant to be an option."

"Hang on, little sister," Clay stopped the CD and pulled it from the player. "Why don't you want me to play this one? It's nice."

"It's a birthday present," Willow tried to grab the CD from her brother. "Now give it back."

"Aww," Clay cooed teasingly at his little sister. "You made your boyfriend something for his birthday? That's adorable!" He held the CD up high. "I gotta show the other brothers this." He laughed and started running when Willow chased him around the bunker.

This was the sight the other brothers found when they made it to the bunker. Clay singing at the top of his lungs while being chased by their little sister.

(Clay)

'Cause every time we touch, I get this feelin'

And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly

Can't you feel my heart beat fast? I want this to last

Need you by my side

"If you don't give me that CD right now," Willow threatened. "You're gonna eat the rest of your meals through a straw!"

Branch raised an eyebrow at the two siblings as they raced around the bunker. "What is happening?"

"Looks like Willow got Clay to relax a little," John Dory chuckled. He nudged Bruce. "Remember when Clay used to do this with you about your dates?"

Bruce rolled his eyes fondly. "Do I ever. He was a little menace."

"Should we help one of them?" Floyd asked, concerned. He watched the two siblings run around the bunker and bump into things.

"Nah," John Dory shrugged. "Let them tire themselves out." He smiled at the sandwiches on the table. "Ooh, sandwiches." He grabbed one and started eating.

Branch rolled his eyes and grabbed a sandwich, content to watch his sister chase their big brother. He stopped when he noticed the state of the couch. "Hey! Who's been jumping around on the furniture?!"

Willow didn't learn how to roll into a golf ball that day, but she figured it out after a week of practicing. Her most significant success that day was reminding Clay that being the serious one didn't mean he couldn't have fun, too.

Clay being able to tease Willow like that is so fun to me. And I'm very much excited to give him the chance to tease his little sister about her boyfriend and girlfriend. I don't know why, he just seems like the kind of guy to do that. Thanks for reading everyone! Can't wait to get the next chapter out.