Probe Dulce Bebé – A Manna Green

A short and simple sappy green thats based off an idea and the kind of lovey dovey stuff that I'm a sucker for.

Probe Dulce Bebé – A Manna Green

>It was one of those simple sunny days in the small town of Echo Creek
>The young man known as Marco Diaz found himself sitting under a large oak tree with a girl he had always tried to distance himself from, the prankster Janna.
>She had suddenly asked him after school to come and chill with her under a nearby tree and though Marco was very reluctant, he had joined her in fear of what she might do if he refused.
>So now there he and she sat with both their backs to either side of the tree. Both of them just looking off in the distance in silence.
>Marco wondered if this was all Janna wanted him for, just someone to sit with? That wasn’t like her, mostly because she’d usually pull off a trick of some sort by now.
>Marco thought about just leaving when suddenly Janna spoke up.
>”You know what I don’t understand Marco?” Janna asked him.
>”About privacy and personal space?” Marco thought to himself silently.
>”I don’t understand love.” Janna finished.
>… what? Did he hear her right? Ok, she was messing with him.
>”Who does?” Marco said, deciding to just play along and get the joke over with so he could leave already.
>”Explain love to me Marco.” Janna continued and Marco was surprised to hear what sounded like actual sincere wonder in the question.
>That certainly took him by surprise and he didn’t really know how to answer that question. Marco hadn’t really experienced actual love, well he had a crush on the pretty girl known as Jackie Lynn Thomas, but had never really known the love that a couple experiences together.
>”You can’t explain love.” Marco said, just saying the first thing to come to mind so as to just give Janna some kind of answer.
>”I can recommend a book or a painting or a song or a poem.” Marco listed off the kinds of things one could find a sort of explanation on love.
>Hopefully Janna would check those out and leave him alone in the process.
>”But I can’t explain love.” He sort of admitted.
>”Well try Diaz, try and explain love.” Janna pushed as she looked at him in a way Marco had never seen from her before.
>Was she really looking for an answer from him? He couldn’t tell as lies came easy to Janna and she knew how to wear a mask to hide her true intentions.
>Of course, Marco was afraid of what she might do if he didn’t play along so he tried to continue.
>”Well… say I happen to see this cool young girl walk by and I-“
>”Can’t someone fall in love with a girl that isn’t cool! And has a beanie and a big chin?” Janna suddenly asked, then flinched to herself as she realized what she just said.
>She hoped she wasn’t being obvious…
>”Explain that Diaz.” She hurriedly pushed him to continue and Marco complied.
>”Well, maybe your right, let’s just say then that I happen to see this girl walk by who has a great big chin and-“
>”I didn’t say a great big chin Marco!” Janna said in an outburst again, but Marco ignored her.
>”You not only can’t explain love… actually you can’t even talk about it.” Marco just said flatly as he couldn’t think of a thing to say to please the prankster.
>Janna was silent for a bit and Marco became afraid that he had messed up but not telling her what she wanted to hear, which he didn’t even know what she did want to hear anyways, but Janna then spoke up again.
>”Well there’s something else that I'm sorta curious about.”
>Oh no, what was she going to ask him now? Marco wondered as Janna moved closer towards him on her knees.
>”Do you think you’ll ever get married Marco?”
>… what? Another weird question? Well, Marco just figured he should state the obvious answer.
>”Oh, I suppose so. Just about everyone does.” Marco said, hoping that was the end of that.
>No such luck as Janna asked another question.
>”Well, what kind of girl do you think you’ll marry?” Janna asked with a smile as she suddenly grabbed Marco’s hand with her own.
>Now Marco was getting more weirded out then before as such close contact with Janna always lead to trouble.
>More so, the question was too intrusive to Marco and he was reluctant to share such a personal thing with Janna of all people.
>Though… if he didn’t give her an answer now then Janna would just find it herself and look through all his private things and belongings. Marco figured to just get this over with so she could tease him and then he’d have an excuse to leave.
>”Well I always kind of hate to talk about it, because I'm afraid that  i-it might sound silly.”
He hoped Janna got the hint to go easy on the teasing.
>”But I’d like the kind of girl that who would call me probe dulce bebé.” He admitted.
>”What does that mean Marco?” Janna asked, confused at the Spanish Marco spoke.
>”… poor sweet baby.” He said quietly.
>”Poor sweet baby?!” Janna asked, honestly surprised.
>”Uh huh.” Marco said with as best of a smile he could make.
>”If I was ever feeling tired or depressed or something, she’d cuddle up close to me, kiss me on the ear, and whisper probe dulce bebé.” He said with a dreamily look, imagining the small comfort and ignoring Janna’s surprised look.
>Janna watched Marco for a bit, noting the far off look on his face. She looked down, thought to herself for a bit, then moved closer to Marco as she leaned in close to his ear and whispered-
>”Probe dulce bebé.” She quietly whispered and Marco sighed happily.
>To Janna’s surprise, she found herself whispering it again. And as Marco let out another sigh, Janna found herself doing something most surprising of all.
>”Probe dulce bebé,” She sang, clasping her hands together.
>”Poor, poor, sweet, sweet baby.” She sang again, this time reaching out with her hand to pet Marco’s head softly.
>”Show me where it hurts, I'll tell you how to make it well,” she then sang near his ear as she continued to pet him, running her fingers along his soft brown hair.
>”I've won lots of loving cups for playing show and tell.” Marco listened on to Janna sing, her voice was untrained but her tone of voice was at the right pitch and her singing was almost like a lullaby that put Marco at ease.
>”My poor, sweet baby,” Janna continued to both sing and pet, her voice and the soft caresses putting Marco in a dreamy state as he nodded off and began to fantasize.
>Marco has at school, unfortunately the center of ridicule as students around him were laughing at him for having made a fool of himself somehow.
>”Poor, poor, sweet, sweet baby.”
>But the humility did not last for long as a dream like girl began to walk towards Marco with a look of sympathy.
>She wore the face of his crush, Jackie Lynn Thomas, and her expression turned to that of utmost kindness and comfort. An expression that told Marco that she would always be there to make everything all better again.
>”When you need a shoulder, come and try mine on for size,”
>Dream Jackie placed her hand on Marco’s cheek and the ghostly warmth he felt made his heart flutter as joy overcame him.
>”I'm real good at holding hands and really great at drying eyes.”
>Marco leaned in and placed a kiss upon dream Jackie’s cheek, the feeling of finally expressing the feelings he had of her and an overwhelming sensation of bliss overcame him as he begun to soar upon could nine.
>”Just try me, cry me all your tears.”
>Marco was surely at peace as he continued to soar amongst the dream clouds.
>”Why deny me,”
>”The pleasure of dryin' 'em?”
>”Stoppin' you cryin' 'em?
>But suddenly, Marco up abruptly began to fall within his dream, and the alarm brought him out of the comfort he felt.
>”Don't despair for,”
>But the song continued to reach Marco through his dreams and the alarm eased away as the soothing tones slowed Marco’s dream decent.
>”Smiles are what I'm there for.”
>Marco goofily smiled as he opened his eyes, the dream state remaining and causing him to imagine a warm face that brought solace to him.
>”You won't have to call on me, I'll always be right near,” The face became clear and  Marco was expecting to see Jackie’s face again, but instead it resembled Janna, still singing to Marco with a smile that told him that everything will be alright and that he’d never have to worry so long as she was at his side.
>”Near to kiss and cuddle you and whisper in your little ear,” Janna’s expression almost became loving and Marco’s comforted state was overjoyed to see such a look.
>”Don't fear.” Janna’s easing lullaby was sung with the promise of devotion and reliance.
>”There, there, baby.” She sang more quietly and she took Marco’s head in her arms and once again began to caress him softly.
>”Poor, sweet baby,”
>”Poor, sweet baby,”
>”Mama's here.” She whispered in his ear as her song came to an end and Marco came out of his dream like state with the most relaxed and content look ever.
>Janna warmly smiled down at Marco, noting his goofy look and almost giggling to herself in a girlish manner that Marco hadn’t seen from her before.
>”Like that Marco?” Janna asked as she lifted Marco in her arms and placed her hands on his shoulders.
>”Just like that Janna…” Marco said while at total peace.
>Janna’s singing was had put him in an utter state of-
>Shock! Marco realized as Janna suddenly pushed against his shoulders with all her might and Marco tumbled away in an unruly heap of tangled limbs until he came to a stop, flat on his back.
>”Forget it Marco... It’ll never happen!” Janna yelled at him as he lay a distance away with a hurt look.
>She took note of this and smiled mischievously to herself and held back a chuckle.
>Oh was she cruel, poor Marco, after she had sung a sweet song to him as well.
>Oh well, if he was really hurt, then she could just sing to him again if he wanted her too.
>Judging by his expression though, he looked like he would be reluctant to have her sing for him again anytime soon.
>But if Janna wanted to amuse herself, then she’d sing for him again even if he didn’t want her too.
END

Based off this scene from the Peanuts-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGopQvlMDnY