First fanfiction in a long time, take it easy on me, I know they're out of character.

This story will have two chapters happening at the same time. For example this chapter will focus on Poppy's day and the next will focus on Branch's day. Technically you could read this entire story from Branch's perspective while skipping Poppy's and still understand everything. Same for reading Poppy's perspective and skipping Branch's.

Poppy's perspective

Poppy was so shocked when she'd looked at her mail and found an unaddressed love poem. Trolls rarely made their love confessions anonymous, they were bold creatures who didn't mind if the object of their affection didn't love them back. Poppy smiled as she read and reread the poem. It was full of cheesy lines that made Poppy melt. The sweet writer had obviously been liking her for a while, she wondered if they would mind if she showed it to her friends, surely they knew what she was like with secrets. Everyone in the village knew how much difficulty Poppy had in the department of secret keeping.

The next day, Poppy held up the poem for her friends to read the purple calligraphy.

"I got it last night" Poppy grinned.

"A love poem from a secret admirer?" Suki gasped.

"Secret admirer?" Satin blinked.

"It's obviously from Creek" Chenille nodded, "the writing is even purple."

"No, no, it's not from Creek" Poppy shook her head, "it's not his style."

"What's not my style?" Creek wondered, walking up to the group.

"Writing anonymous love letters" Suki replied.

"Yeah no, I'd rather send flowers" Creek said.

"See?" Poppy turned to her friends.

"So who's the love poem from then?" Satin asked.

"Love poem?" Creek blinked and read said poem over Poppy's shoulder.

"Yeah, I got it last night, the writer didn't give a name" Poppy suddenly felt uncomfortable, "you're...okay with that, right?"

Everyone knew that Creek had feelings for Poppy.

Creek smiled and nodded, "we're not a couple, it's not my place to feel mad or jealous."

Poppy let out a relieved sigh.

"Now, I gotta go, I have a yoga class to teach" Creek excused himself, "you're welcome to come along."

"No thanks, Creek" Poppy smiled, "maybe next time."

Creek smiled and waved before walking off in the direction of his yoga class. The twins noticed him stomping on every stick he passed.

Poppy sighed, barely noticing Creek leave, "it's such a sweet poem."

The twins shook off Creek's odd mini-tantrum and turned back to Poppy, "We have to find the writer."

"Not many of us write poems" Suki noted, "and the writer wrote in calligraphy, so we cant go by his handwriting."

Poppy nodded, "I'll look into it tomorrow, we still have to get ready for tonight's party."

The others nodded too and the group split up to get ready for their weekly party while Poppy left for Branch's bunker to give him his weekly invitation to it, knowing he was going to refuse as always.