Summary: If you could write your love story, what would it say? Would it include the good with the bad? The sadness with the joy? The laughter with the pain? You x OC. A series of drabbles.
Author’s Note: Boredom inspired this fiction. I had stumbled upon where others had used the alphabet for their stories and I thought it to be an interesting idea… These are mere drabbles; some connect, some do not…half of them make little sense because this is the way my mind works sadly…. The love interest does have a name, but feel free to change it to whatsoever you wish. Enjoy.
Word: Chocolate….
Take My Hand And Never Let Go
By
K.N. Proctor
Chapter One:
A Is For Addiction
Addiction, meaning a compulsive need for something. While the word seemed somewhat meaningless to your much too young mind, you vaguely understood the concept—okay, not really; you ended up having to ask an adult what that word meant. Your “good” friend, William, suggested that you had a problem, an addiction to a certain thing. You denied this, having not grasped the concept. But now you could admit that there were several things you craved and desired even as a youth: love, food, shelter…and the object currently in the slightly older girl’s hands.
Your lower lip suffered the blunt of your abuse as you eyed the girl-child with a mixture of jealous and more than a little envy. In her possession was the one object you desired more than anything in this world. In her greedy, sticky, little hands was—
“What are you doing, [Name]?” Speak of the devil… William raised one brow when you shot him an uncalled for glare. He knelt beside you, his face a picture of irritation and unhidden curiosity. “You are alarming people, you know?”
Even now, at such a tender age, he spoke with wisdom, sympathy and understanding… Too bad it went over your poor head.
You turned to your puppy-dog pout, all tears and pouting lips, determined to get your way no matter what the cost. “She has chocolate…” You said this as if it should have explained all.
It did not. He blinked. “I noticed that. It is your sister birthday after all…don’t you think she deserves a special treat?”
“No.”
“[Name].”
“Well, fine, yes. But I don’t have any…and I want some…it isn’t fair!” You sniffed once more for dramatic effect in hopes to draw some sympathy. It failed.
Finally, he sighed. “Hang on; I’ll be right back…”
You watched him walk away before turning back to your sister. She hadn’t even tried a piece yet! Oh, how you wished you could just ripped it away from her and—. You sniffed again, deciding it wasn’t worth thinking about… But why couldn’t you have something as rocking as chocolate? Were you not good enough?! Well, there was that one time you kill your neighbor’s goldfish, the time you accidently set their lawn on fire and that one time you almost caused your great Aunt to choke to death, but she recovered! And you replaced their goldfish and helped fix their lawn back! You were a good person, you were! You were so going to complain to Santa!
“Here.” William had returned—and he was holding out a huge chocolate bar all for your taking. “[Name]!”
“I love you!” You cried, latching onto his pants leg—well, normally, he would have mind if a girl had latched herself onto him, but since it was you, he could ignore it for now. “You’re the best BFF a girl could have!”
“Yea, whatever.” His lips twitched in an evil smirk as he slowly unwrapped the chocolate bar and brought it to his mouth. “Whoever said this was for you?”
“Wha…?” It was that moment you learned a very important life lesson: life wasn’t fair and it probably never would be.
He snorted at your devastated look. “I’m not serious. This is for you.”
“Thank you!” You smiled so wide it looked painful and then pulled him into a bone-crushing hug—he pretended to not like it and even acted grossed out, but you so knew better…he never could fool you. Eh, most of the time anyway.
“You’re welcome.” He grumbled, backing away from you quickly. “Just don’t hug me next time, all right?”
“’kay.” You beamed down at the treat and took the packaging…but you noticed something was off. “Oh man! This is dark chocolate! I wanted milk chocolate… Why does the world hate me?!”
His eye twitched. “You are something special…”
You looked at him curiously. “You really should get that checked out, William, people’s eyes normally don’t tick like that.”
He grumbled something under his breath before stomping off.
You hid a secret smile. Yes, chocolate may be an addiction, but pestering him and just being his friend meant all the more…and you were ninety percent sure that he felt the same. If not, you were sure eventually you could win him over to your side and force him into an addiction of his own.
Honest Expressions 
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