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October 26, 2013

Take My Hand And Never Let Go Chapter Seven: G Is For Give

By K.N. Proctor

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.

Word Prompt: Give.

 

Take My Hand And Never Let Go

By

K.N. Proctor

 

Chapter Seven

G is for Give…

 

 

You had given a lot in your life: time, money, ect. Yet, it never seemed enough. You generally liked helping people, even if it seemed against your flawed personality. The person you wanted to help the most seemed to be the very hardest to reach… You were at a loss, you wanted to rid him of the hauntings of his past so he could finally have a hopeful future.

You watched William curiously, gently chewing on the end of your pencil in thought. ‘If only I could—‘

He raised his brows lightly as you caught you staring. “Are we having problems? Or is your face just stuck like that, dear?”

Your brow twitched, but you tried not to stoop to his level. “No,” you quietly grumbled. “Why are you here anyway?” You had wanted to ask why he was such a jerk, but that wouldn’t end well and just wasn’t polite, so you refrained.

“Do you want me to leave, [Name]?” When you shook your head, he smiled lightly. “Well, then, does it matter?”

“Well, no… But, ugh!” He made you want to pull your hair out, made you want to scream; he was the most frustrating boy you have ever met! It was a wonder that you had been friends this long… “Can’t you just answer one question?”

“Yes,” His lip twitched in a smirk. “I can. I just did, dear. Now, do you mind? We do have an English project due in two days. Don’t tell me you forgot?”

“Of course not!” You avoided looking at him because he would know the truth if he looked into your eyes… It was unsettling how well he could read you. “Uh, I am just putting off until the right time…”

“Hm, would you like my help?”

“Yes…” You were pathetic and you knew it.

He joined you on the floor, and handed you his paper. “Take a look at this and see if it helps you any.”

Somehow, you would find a way to give back to him, a way to help him, but right now you didn’t mind his help. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. ‘He isn’t so bad… He is even sort of cute from this angle…’

He raised his brows when he saw your stare. “Problem, [Last Name]?”

Never mind! He was ugly! You wouldn’t want him if he were the last man on earth! ‘Still,’ you refocused on your text book. ‘Ugh… Dear Brain, what is wrong with you?’

Despite his annoying behavior, he was just someone crying for help, but so were you. Maybe you could give to each other; you just hoped you gave more than you took.

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October 26, 2013

Take My Hand And Never Let Go Chapter Five: E is for Enchanted

By K.N. Proctor

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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October 9, 2013

Take My Hand And Never Let Go Chapter Four D is for doubt

By K.N. Proctor

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.

 

 

 Take My Hand And Never Let Go

By

K.N. Proctor

 

Chapter Four:

D is for doubt

 

 

There has always been a faint flicker of doubt in your mind, just a slight hint of worry that he was not who he claimed to be, that the boy you grew up with, grew to love, had changed. You always felt that he kept too many secrets and that he has never quite told you the truth… Perhaps that is what hurt you more than anything, was that maybe he doubted you. “William, I…”

“Hm?” His bright eyes bore into yours and you nearly lost your train of thought. How could you have such a man as this? His pressed a finger under your chin and righted it. “[Name], darling, you are drooling…”

“Oh!” Your face warmed as you hastily rubbed the saliva away. “Sorry… Uh, well.” Great, where were you going with this? You glanced back into his bottomless orbs; honestly, you just couldn’t seem to remember…

The faint twitch at his lips and the widening of his eyes, all pointed to his superiority complex. For whatever reason, he figured himself more important than you were, or so you believed. “Hm.”

“’Hm’?!” You huffed and smacked his arm for the heck of it. Why, you sincerely wondered, you cared about such an arrogant man… It was mindboggling. “You are so mean!” And you stomped away.

“Wait, [Name].” He caught you around the waist, holding you securely as you fell back into his chest. To make matters worse, his breath tickled your neck, sending a faint tremor down your spine. “I apologize, I meant no harm.”

You swallowed thickly, why couldn’t he be unattractive?! “Right.” Somehow, you doubted that. You strained against his arms, but you had little luck. Plus, you were for certain you wanted to leave his arms… “Please let me go…”

“No,” He pulled you tighter to him. “Not until you tell me what is wrong.”

“Nothing.” You whispered weakly. “I promise… It is silly… I just… Why can’t you be more honest? Why can’t you be more honest with me?” He owed you that much. It wasn’t as if it was a lot to ask either.

His arms dropped and he seemed so far away. “I never meant to harm you, [Name], but, as you should know, that is how I have always been… That is how I protect myself.”

You watched him, playing close attention to the signs that he might bolt. “I don’t expect you to tell me everything, but I am your best friend,” And so much more, you silently added. “I want you to be able to trust me… Even if it isn’t a lot.”

“I do trust you…” He hesitated briefly, but you smiled encouragingly. “I just do not trust myself, [Name]. I would hate to ruin the image you have of me…”

“That isn’t going to happen.” Now, you had him trapped, with your arms securely around his waist. “I promise. Honest.”

“There is one thing I can be honest about…” His unsettlingly bright eyes bore into your own comparably plain ones. “I do consider you my closest and dearest friend… I trust you with my life.”

“Baby steps, huh?” You giggled and grabbed his hand. Trust is something slowly built, earned piece by piece, and that is not something you are willing to destroy because of some silly worries and fears. You watched him, enjoying his emotions as if they were your own. Maybe your doubts were still there, but with his honesty, perhaps they would one day disappear….

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October 9, 2013

Take My Hand And Never Let Go Chapter Three C Is For Contagious

By K.N. Proctor

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.

 

 

Take My Hand And Never Let Go

By

K.N. Proctor

 

Chapter Three:

C Is For Contagious

 

There he was; the very source of your obvious distress—well obvious to everyone but him. How could he just lie there comfortably? How dare he do so while you suffer?! Well, this would certainly not do…

You hovered behind him as he attempted to read the chapter for this week’s assignment—something that you probably should be doing, but you couldn’t care less right now. “Darling…” You cooed into his ear, gently playing with his hair. “Sweetheart…”

He quirked a brow, but that was apparently all the response you were going to get. Apparently, the book was much more fascinating than you were.

‘I am going to burn his library one of these days…’ You sighed, moving to the end of the couch. Gently picking up his legs, you rearranged them so that his feet were in your lap—this should have tipped him off since you happened to despise feet. “I am sick, honey…”

“Perhaps you should go to the doctor.” He offered, still keeping his eyes locked onto the paper before him, but you did notice the faint twitch of his lips, which either meant amusement or annoyance…either way, at least it meant he was paying you some attention.

You let your lower stick out, trying to look as helplessly pathetic as possible. Think, wounded puppy. “Come on, can’t you stop reading for one second, dear?”

Finally, he sighed, tossing the book onto the coffee table. “You must be ill; I don’t think I have ever been addressed by such endearments.” He pressed a hand to your forehead. “Hm, you don’t feel too warm…”

His unusually cool hand chilled you, but you moved closer to him nonetheless. “But I am ill… I may not recover!”

He didn’t seem too convinced. His amused grin added fuel to your growing fire of annoyance and frustration. He dropped his hand, recovered his book, and returned to his place on the couch. “I am sure it isn’t as bad as you think, {Name]. After all, you have always been a bit dramatic.”

This time, you weren’t being dramatic…well, okay, so you were a little bit, but he really had made you ill and you were determined to prove it! You pressed closer until there was no space between you, leaning forward so that your breath surely tickled his ear. “I am sick and it is all your fault…”

He tensed when you had moved so close, almost appearing as if he had quit breathing altogether…which confused and intrigued you, so you noted that reaction in the back of your mind. “What?” He finally muttered uncharacteristically.

You were rendered speechless just for a moment for his odd actions, but you recovered, nuzzling his neck affectionately. “Oh, I said ‘I am sick and it is all your fault’…”

He scooted to the side, pulling you from his personal space. He seemed flustered…never had you seen him so speechless…his reaction, it was interesting. Finally, he cleared his throat and tried to appear calm—he failed something awful. “Now, I am afraid that I am confused…”

“Are you?” You kept moving forward until he had nowhere to escape—he was trapped between you and the couch. “I think you must have some idea of what I mean…”

He studied you—it wasn’t like his normal appraisals, but this was something deep and probing, as if he was trying to see past everything you hid behind into your inner being. “I see.”

It was too late for you to catch what the look in his eyes meant, he had already turned the tables and had you trapped. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“You see, I think I might have caught the little bug that you have.” His smile was sly as he slowly inched closer. “I am afraid you are highly contagious, [Name]…”

There was something about the way he said you name…it sent your stomach into flip-flops and, what you had intended to be a game, was twisting into something you weren’t so sure you could name. You were trapped, but you weren’t about to accept that—you weren’t locked into his web just yet… “Don’t look at me like that!”

He was close, pressing his forehead against you and you lost all hope. “Oh, [Name], you never finish what you start.” The way he purred your name, it didn’t sound like something a friend would do…

“I-I… I was joking okay! Back off.” Yet, he didn’t move and each second he lingered there, the more your will crumbled. “What are you doing?”

“Letting you feel how I feel each and every day.” He drew back, but not too far—you could easily make out the flecks of gold in his intense eyes. “You see, I have been sick for a very long time…but I think I know the cure.”

Your eyes snapped closed, expecting a kiss…and he did give you one, but one innocently on the cheek. “William…”

He pulled you close, allowing you to rest comfortable in his arms, and you held onto him just as tightly. Well, if this was a sickness, you wouldn’t mind being it incurable…

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October 9, 2013

Take My Hand And Never Let Go Chapter Two B Is For Bothersome

By K.N. Proctor

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: This seems a little corny to me, but cute as well… Do enjoy.

 

 

Take My Hand And Never Let Go

By

K.N. Proctor

 

Chapter Two:

B Is For Bothersome

 

 

You had been called many things in your life: airheaded, foolish, pretty, courageous and just plain dumb… However, he liked to call your special ways “cute”, which was perhaps nicer than anything else, but, frankly, you weren’t sure how to take that.

“Cute,” You began loudly to catch his attention, which was currently focused on some lame document. However, he didn’t even flinch, you noticed, “meaning attractive or pretty… Especially in a childish, youthful or delicate way…”

He merely “hummed” never even sparing you a glance as irritating and insulting as that was…although, honestly, it didn’t surprise you in the slightest.

“So,” You purposely snapped the dictionary closed next to his ear as loudly as you could. While you finally had caught his attention, now you weren’t so sure that you wanted it. “Which am I?” You were dying to know how he perceived you…yet, at the same time, you were also dreading it.

He rubbed his ear ruefully, his gaze not as friendly as normal…okay, it was as friendly as ever since he was the type that always seemed to have a stick shoved in an uncomfortable place. “Pardon? Just what are you going on about, [Name]?”

You hopped onto the desk right in front of him, forcing yourself into his personal bubble. You grasped his face and forced his stunningly blue eyes to meet yours. “Look, answer the question, okay? Am I cute like a child? Youth? Or do you find me cute in a delicate way?”

He blinked…and then had the audacity to laugh at you. After several long, almost unbearable seconds, he recovered. “Oh, [Name], how bothersome….”

“That wasn’t very nice!” You snapped before lowering your lip in a childlike way; it was an attempt to be cute…and to irritate him. Bonus, it worked. You flicked through the dictionary hastily, barely noticing the sizeable paper cuts you received from your careless treatment.

He snorted, but you didn’t bother to raise your eyes to his. “What are you doing now? You do realize you are hurting yourself, dear?”

“Ah-ha! Bothersome: to annoy, especially by petty provocation…” Your eyes jerked back to his angrily. “I am not petty!”

He grinned. “Do you even know what petty means?”

“Of course I do!” Minutes ticked by before you turned to the dictionary once more. “I am not small-minded or of little importance!”

“Of course not.” His eyes locked on you and he seemed to size you up…which, in turn, made you nervous because you had no idea what was going on in that mind of his. “Hm, I don’t think I can truly answer your question… I think the dictionary is wrong, there is another definition for “cute”, you see.”

Now he had you curious…and suspicious. “Oh?”

“Yes, you see,” He caught your wrist and jerked you forward into his lap, making sure you fit snug against him, “I think you are unique. Your cuteness is fit only for you and there aren’t words enough to describe it.”

You knew he was either mocking you, full of bull or serious…with the latter being the most doubtful. However, it didn’t really matter because those words touched you greatly. You pulled him tighter toward you and just enjoyed the embrace. “You could try you know, Mister Wordy Pants.”

He laughed, the low rumble sounded pleasant to your ears. “Cute, [Name], but bothersome, too.”

You allowed the subject to drop merely because he held you in his arms. Actually, you might let more slid if he did this more often… Not that you were about to tell him that as that was sure to be bothersome in itself.

 

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