Hey guys! I started writing this out of stress (what better way to relax than retreat into your mind's theatre of cheesy situations?), and it turned out to be this.
Should I continue it? Or just make a collection of stories? I'm planning on writing a Pear Tree one next.

This is a sweet, humorous story.

Love is like a Fruit Tree: Part One, Apple TreeX

“Hey, come down! You’re going to fall and break something!”

The little girl looked down at the little boy from amongst the branches of an apple tree. As if, scoffed the girl in her head, before turning away and reaching for another apple.

“No, really! You really should come down, just in case you get hurt!”

The apple was a glossy red, but she polished it anyway on her shirt before taking a big bite. Sticky apple juice dripped from her hand, but she ignored it, choosing instead to enjoy the sweet and crisp piece of apple in her mouth. Fall really was apple season, she mused. Sitting up in an apple tree on a clear day, catching apples before they fell down, and with no one to disturb her, it was definitely a good way to past time.

“Come down! If you don’t, I’ll, I’ll get up there myself and drag you down!”

The girl gave an irritated glance at the boy, who was red-faced from yelling and nervously fiddling with his left ear. She took a bite of the apple, and then sighed. Was it too much to ask to enjoy a beautiful day in peace?

“Okay, you asked for it! I’m, I’m going up!”

The girl’s eyebrow rose, and her lips curved into an amused grin. Well, she supposed this wasn’t bad entertainment either. A scrawny boy the size of a twig was going to climb up her apple tree? She tossed her apple to the ground, then nimbly climbed further away from the boy. Settling herself in between two sturdy branches, she pulled a branch aside and peered at the boy through the leaves.

He was still on the ground, awkwardly hopping up to find a handhold or foothold, then ungracefully falling backwards. He looked a bit like a crab, with his arms and legs flailing about.

The girl chuckled, and decided to tease the boy a little.

“Hey Mr. Crab, shouldn’t you go back to your cesspools?”

The boy’s face, although very red, turned even brighter. He spun around, but unable to see her, turned back toward his task and shouted at the tree.

“I’m trying to save you! Why don’t you get off then, huh? You’re no monkey.”

“Better monkey than crab!”

The boy’s chest swelled indignantly.

“Wait till I get you, you just wait, I’m going to climb up there, and…” Angrily muttering to himself, he found himself a handhold, and pulled himself up. Peering around, he lunged from his spot towards a thick bough. Fortunately, he threw himself with enough force to reach it; or else he would have slipped and landed on his bottom. She watched as he scrambled up onto the bough on all fours, froze, and lied flat on his stomach. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he was half-scared to death.

“Mr. Caterpillar, you can get down now. I’ll come down.” She watched the boy look down, gulp, and reattach himself closer against the branch. Guess he was scared after all.

She rolled her eyes. Six feet. Even if he fell, he wouldn’t break his leg or anything. A bruise, at the most. She clambered out of the branches, and dropped to the ground.

“See, it isn’t that bad.”

The boy twisted his head around, watching her with fearful eyes.
Sighing, she walked over to him and clambered up half-way up the tree, close enough so she could find a foothold for him. She gently tugged his foot, guiding it to the nearest crevice for him to support himself. Very slowly, he lifted himself from the branch and slid backwards towards the foothold.

“There, that’s it. See, it isn’t so bad.”

She guided him to another foothold, then stepped back to watch him slowly disembark from the tree. Never before had she seen a boy so ungraceful. After all, weren’t boys meant to climb trees?

Her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and she grinned. Before the boy could take his last two steps towards safe earth, she ran up and tickled him on the sides. She darted back and watched him tumble to the ground, her laughter ringing out like bells. She held her sides as she watched him dust himself off with the little dignity he had left, and tears poured from her eyes as she spotted a big brown dust spot on his bottom.

“Why you…” His eyebrows furrowed, the boy took an apple from the ground, and tossed it at her.

“Your aim sucks,” she cried as the apple fell a good three feet to her right.

“Watch this!”

She bent over double as her apple smacked him smartly on the chest, her eyes streaming. His eyes were crossed, and his head bent down, staring at the place he was hit. That look on his face, he was completely shocked, and it was absolutely comical.

Regaining his composure, he looked around for the biggest apple he could find. Like a wounded soldier, he bravely strode towards her, apple ready in hand.
She stopped laughing, watching the apple in his hand rather apprehensively.

Then, as if in slow motion, his arm wound back, snapped forward, and the apple sped towards her.

She closed her eyes, bracing herself for impact.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Got you good that time!” laughed the boy, smirking at the girl’s expression. She looked around for the apple, only to realize that even though he had been three feet away, the apple still landed a foot to her right.

“Your aim still sucks,” she muttered as she got up and dusted off her jeans.

Hands in pocket, she walked off to fields.

“Oh, come on, I was just playing! I wouldn’t have really hit you,” called the boy.

“Yeah I know, not with your aim. I have to go home though, or else my mom will flip. Catch you later.”

“Alright! See you tomorrow?”

“Maybe.”

The boy watched her walk further and further away, before calling out again.
“What’s your name?”

Without turning back, the girl raised an arm. “Emma. See you later.”

“Bye!” called out the boy. He watched her until she disappeared behind a hill, then picked up an apple and went his own way.

I wrote the second part, Pear Tree. This is a more bitter-sweet story.

Please give feedback, I'd love to know what I could improve on or what you like. :]

Love is like a Fruit Tree: Part Two, Pear TreeX

A breeze lazily glided through the air, twisting itself around a pear tree and sending a rain of leaves down on the girl lying under the tree’s shade. Her body was splayed out on the grass, and her dark hair fanned out around her face. The girl didn’t seem to move; to the rest of the world she could be sleeping peacefully. One leaf slowly floated down on top of her glassy eyes, but she let it rest there, balanced between her nose and forehead.

“Hey, you mind if I sit here?” A boy’s voice floated through the air. It was a soothing, mellow voice, perhaps belonging to a teenager. Someone with such a gentle voice, maybe his hair was silky, his features defined, and a happy-go-lucky personality too, like those of story books. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite recall from where. Still, she made no movement.

She felt a rustle by her side, and heard a sigh.

“It’s really nice up here…I love the smell of pears.”

He liked the smell of pears too? She imagined his eyes were closed, and inhaling the pear scents around them.

She felt his gaze turn to her face, but she made no sound.

“Not very talkative, are you. But it’s alright, I’m the one intruding on your tree’s shade,” he chuckled ruefully. The boy stopped talking, and she imagined him to be looking up at the warm sky through the branches.

“You know, I’m glad I came here. I saw this hill from my aunt’s house, and it looked like a great spot for peace and quiet.”

A breeze tilted the leaf up, then down. She imagined that the leaf’s movement appeared to mimic the movement of a raised eyebrow. She remained still.

“I guess you’re right, I’m sort of disturbing your peace. Sorry…but it’s lonely at my Aunt’s. No one my age, you know? And she’s always busy, so there isn’t much for me to do.” A heavy sigh escaped his lips. She imagined his expression to be with knitted brows, downcast eyes, and a slight frown.

“But my parents insisted I come here. They thought it’d be best for me to get a fresh breath of air. Something about the weather making my depression even worse.”

Someone with such a gentle voice could be depressed? That wasn’t what she had imagined.

“But I can’t help it, you know. She’d been in the worst car accident, what am I supposed to do? Smile and be happy? I don’t even know if she’s okay anymore, my parents won’t tell me anything. They’re scared I’ll run away from home and visit her, or be mentally scarred from her appearance or, I don’t know. I don’t care what she looks like; I just want to see her.”

The boy’s voice became bitter, with traces of regret. “I only wish I had spent more time with her. She always begged me to spend time with her, but I was always busy. Thinking back, if I was going to lose her so soon, if I had spent every minute of my life with her it wouldn’t have been enough. All my projects and homework could have waited; she should’ve been my number one priority.” The voice choked up, and a heavy silence fell down on her. She imagined a dark cloud over them, hiding them away from bright sky.

She wondered about the girl the voice was speaking of, but still she made no movement.

“She was the most adorable person in my life. She would always greet me with a bright smile and a hello, a hug and maybe some cookies, if she baked any. She’d help me cover up my mistakes, and was always there to offer an encouraging word or smile.” The voice broke. She imagined his eyes were filled with tears, but with a soft smile gracing his lips.

The boy sniffed, and she imagined him to be rubbing his eyes across his arm or sleeve. She imagined the girl he was talking about, trying to capture the warmth and gentleness he spoke of. “You probably don’t care about this either way…I’m sorry for forcing my troubles onto you.”

She wanted to say it was okay, but nothing came out.

“She was my sister, you know. Her name was Jenny.”

So the voice was speaking about a girl named Jenny.

Jenny…Jenny. Jenny…wasn’t that her name? Wasn’t that her name? Jenny…yes. She remembered now. Her name was Jenny.

Lights flashed by her eyes, and ear-piercing shrieks made her ears ring. It was dark, very dark, and she could feel something warm seeping out from her entire body. She knew she had to get out, but she couldn’t move. Her legs were stuck, and from what she could feel they were bent at awkward angles. She couldn’t feel her other arm. All the shrieking, she wished it was silent. Why was she here? Why was she scared yet unable to feel anything? There was no pain, but there should be. She was lost, so confused, but she was trapped, that much she knew. She didn’t want to hear anymore, those heartbreaking screeches and cries. She didn’t want to feel anymore, she was disgusted with the way her body was contorted. Then it was black.

“Well, I have to go now. Thanks for sharing your shade with me; I hope I’ll meet you again someday.” There was a rustle next to her, and she felt him get up and walk off.

A glistening droplet of water slid down her cheek, and tears started to fall from her eyes.