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.