Trolls. These are the happiest creatures the world has ever known. Their world would always be filled with sunshine, cupcakes and rainbows. These creatures live in vibrant pods and do parties almost everyday. They love nothing more than to sing, dance & hug every hour, and they have a never-ending positivity.

But not every Troll does.

There is one Troll who is the complete opposite. He doesn't sing, doesn't dance, and does not do hugs, not even every hour. People say he's a pessimistic Troll who's only there to bring hysteria to everyone else. Out from the Pop Kingdom that is bursting with irritating noises of fun, he lives in a heavily-fortified survival bunker, to make sure he's completely safe.

And you know who that Troll is? It's me.

Most people say I'm an over-cautious paranoid who is only there to wreck their insane parties from my warnings about the Bergens. And when I do those, they call me crazy even though I do those only for the sake of everyone's lives-specifically for this one Troll whom I never wanted to lose.

"Hiya, Branch!" exclaimed the Princess as she was trying to disturb my "stick-collecting" from her ecstasy.

"AGHH!" I screamed in startlement, oblivious that someone would be interrupting me at this moment. Irritated, I quickly turned my eye on her and gave her a glare. "Ugh. What, Poppy?!"

"Um, I was just being curious on what you're doing today," she answered cheerfully, twisting her foot and giving that lovely smile at the same time.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked, forcefully showing the sticks I'm carrying.

"Oh, um...yeah," she tittered, and then she lowered her head and gave a sigh.

She is Princess Poppy, the daughter of the King of the Pop Trolls. She is known to be lighthearted, optimistic, and extremely happy. She's always there to make everyone smile and she will never stop spreading positivity. This Troll never fails to amuse me, but then she always freaks me out with her insane cheerfulness. But I understand, because she has never faced a real problem yet.

Even though I am completely heavyhearted, I hate seeing Poppy sad, or even just make a little pout. Her smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, that even I smile myself seeing it-but...that-that doesn't mean I like her.

Ugh, fine. I do love her. But, I know a beautiful and ever-positive princess won't like a miserable survivalist like me. And I know there won't be a single chance for her to like me, so I know these feelings I have are just useless.

"Oh no, no..." I suddenly got confused on what to do, knowing that she was a bit ashamed of herself because of my actions. I quickly tried cheering her up just to make her get back her good mood. Seeing a little flower beside me, I picked it up and gave it to her. "Uh...here. Th-this is for you."

She swiftly gave a big smile, seeing that a flower is held by me. "Y-you're giving that to me?"

Ugh... Why the heck did I just did that?!

Realizing what I just did, I had a sudden blush on my face. "Uh... I-"

"Thank you," she said with a tender voice, giving me a warm hug. Charmed by her sweet embrace, I couldn't help but give in to it and unexpectedly had my gray arms slowly wrapping around her.

Poppy was taken by surprise from my actions. She unraveled her hug and smiled in shock. "You...hugged me!"

"What?!" I screamed and widened my eyes in embarrassment. "N-No way! I-I don't do hugs and I never will do."

Poppy rolled her eyes. "Well, as you say so, grumpy boy," she said, grabbing the flower I was holding and stomped away. "See you later!"

"Pshh," I rolled my eyes and continued on collecting sticks.

I shouldn't tell her about these things I feel for her. In fact, an amazing person like Poppy doesn't deserve a depressed paranoid like me.

And I know she's just trying to turn me into a Troll who joins in their crazy, outraged fun. Well, happiness isn't part of my vocabulary. I don't do happy, and I will never be happy. Singing, dancing and hugging is just a big mess, and I don't want to be part of trouble ever again.

I am gray, and I will always be.