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: I love this chapter… Love stories are beautiful, everyone’s is unique… Anyway, enjoy!
Take My Hand And Never Let Go
By
K.N. Proctor
Chapter Five:
E is for Enchanted…
The waves gently tickled your toes as you wiggled them in the sand. ‘Free manicure!’ You giggled to yourself; you were just enjoying the childishness of the situation. In reality, you were still very much a child and you didn’t plan are growing up anytime soon. Your friend, however, was like an old man trapped in a teen’s body. It was sad, really.
“Hm, [Name],” He joined you, but he did not follow your lead in the toe wiggling game—the loser. “Dare I ask what you are thinking?”
“You can, but,” You faced him with an overly mischievous grin. “I am not so sure you would like the answer… They say ignorance is bliss, right?”
“Right…” He had always been the curious type, the one who could not—would not—leave well enough alone until the mystery was solved; you had found that to be a very cute quality on him, as it usually got him in the most interestingly awkward situations. “So?”
“So?” You threw his question back and giggled at his frown. “Curiosity killed the cat!”
“But satisfaction brought it back.” His grin now mirrored your own as he stalked closer to your unsuspecting form. “So, [Name], tell me!”
“No!” You cried and danced away from his reaching hands. “Never!” And, thus, the chase began. He had been your friend since you were a babe, and some things just never change. Even now, he was still your best friend. You hoped what you had with him didn’t ever change… Not that you would ever tell him that, he teased you enough as it was.
“Got you!” He cried, catching you around the waist in a surprisingly tight grip. “Now, what shall I do with the fair princess?”
“Let her go?” You suggested cheekily, but you didn’t mind being held captive; it had been far too long since he last played any childish games with you and you were brimming with excitement at the thought.
“No, I don’t believe that is how the story goes!” He smiled one of his rare smiles and you stopped to admire the simple beauty. “I think I shall kidnap the fair maiden!”
“Oh?” You snapped out of you ogling contest and smiled back. “What if the fair maiden puts up a fight?”
He pressed his forehead against yours, his smile widening. “Then I’ll just have to enchant her!”
Somehow, something changed in that moment, but what it was, you weren’t so sure. Despite your fears, you knew that this slow change wouldn’t be a bad thing, but possible something enchanting in itself. “I don’t think that would be a problem.” You kissed his cheek and winked at his curious look. “I think she is already enchanted.”
His grip loosened enough for you to slip away and, when he realized it, he sighed heavily. “Maybe you’re not the one enchanted…”
It would be years before you truly understood that simple phrase uttered on the beach that day. The impact they had wasn’t all that grand, nothing worthy of a fairytale, but it still warmed your heart to this day. He would always enchant you and you, him.
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