A/N:
I'm going to put the age of Daisy and Robert at the beginning to show when the events happened and how their relationship progresses. Robert and Cabot's age will be stated first, then Daisy's. For example: (13/12) would mean that Robert and Cabot are 13 and Daisy is 12.

Chapter One

(12/11)

"Daisy, our guests are here!"

I mentally groaned and continued writing. I had no time to waste. And even if I did, I wasn't going to spend it on meeting children my age when I knew we would be moving towns in no time. So why bother planting roots if you're just going to rip them out? It made no sense to me, but to mother, it was imperative that I socialize with those around me. Honestly, they would be better off playing with my sisters or drooling over my brother. They would have such a boring time sitting in a room with me.

There came three pairs of shoes up the steps and my fathers voice. They all stopped right outside the study door. I held my breath and continued writing, slowly. I was nervous for these people to walk through the door and even more nervous for when my father leaves them here for me to entertain.

"Daisy, this is Cabot Forbes and Robert Shaw."

"That's nice." I muttered, dipping my quill in ink.

I was surprised to know that it was two boys instead of any girls whom I would have to meet.

"Daisy, we went over this. You are to show respect to guests," father lectured, "My apologies boys."

"Oh, it's no problem, Mr. Fontaine. Robert and I can wait here until she's done writing."

I'm guessing they all bowed their heads before my father left.

"So, Daisy is it?" one of the boys asked, standing next to me.

"Yes. And what was yours, did you say? Nuisance?"

He laughed and turned away from me.

"Robert, did you hear her? She's got a bit of spunk in her."

"Cabot, leave her alone. She's obviously annoyed at your presence."

"Well, she'll have to deal with it," Cabot said, walking away from me.

"Excuse you, but she is sitting right here and she has a name. It would be nice of you to use it," I stated, standing up and facing the boys.

Cabot smiled at me while the other one, Robert, just frowned and shook his head.

(13/12)

"Daisy, come on! Cabot already took off to the forest!" Robert whined, pacing the study.

"Calm down, Robert, I have but a sentence left."

"This sentence is taking too long!"

"There, I'm done," I stated, signing the paper with 'D. Fontaine' in cursive.

"Finally!" Robert cheered.

He grabbed me by the hand, making me drop my quill, as we ran towards the door. I stopped him briefly to grab my book before we took off running again. We barely hesitated to say 'goodbye' to my parents and we were out the door. Robert and I were laughing as we ran to the wooded area behind our houses. When we reached the area, Cabot was already there and finishing up the second treehouse we had been building.

"Took you both long enough. Surprised you came up for air long enough to remember you were supposed to meet me," Cabot called down.

Robert's cheeks flushed as I rolled my eyes. Cabot was still laughing and Robert was glaring at him. I smirked and kissed Robert's cheek before setting my book down on a rock and walking over to the tree.

"Okay, let's hurry up and finish this treehouse."

The second treehouse was made and the boys decided to play 'War'.

"Robert, you take the other tree, I'll take this one. And Daisy, you'll be-"

"I'll be the girl who doesn't pay mind to the game," I interjected, walking away.

"Geez. What's up your girlfriend's arse?" Cabot muttered, though his whisper isn't that quiet.

There came a slapping sound and I knew that Robert had hit him, probably in the shoulder. I smiled as I walked deeper into the forest.

(15/14)

"Robert, let's go! You'll never learn if you never try," I exclaimed, trying to convince Robert to get on the ice.

"Need I remind you of horse riding?" he smirked, crossing his arms.

"Touché, Mr. Shaw. But I'm being serious, Robert. Here, you can even hold my hand. I'll help you."

I put my hand out, hoping he would take it. But he looked at it apprehensively. I was growing impatient. Everyone else was skating around and the ice was getting used up. The longer he waited, the harder it would be for him to learn. I sighed and looked down the bank where my friends were skating up.

"Daisy, let him be. Just come with us," Louise said when she reached me.

I looked at Robert sadly before skating off with them. They tried to include me in a conversation, but I was too preoccupied about Robert. I didn't want him to miss out on this. My friends and I had already skated around twice now. But coming up on our third lap, Robert tentatively stepped out on the ice. Smiling, I left my friends and raced up to him.

"Here, take my hands."

He smiled bashfully and did as I said.

"Now it's just like walking. Just put one foot in front of the other."

"Easy for you to say. And besides, you're skating backwards!"

"Practice, Mr. Shaw. All it takes is practice."

Right then, my skate caught on something and I nearly fell. But Robert caught me. Our noses were almost touching, both of our cheeks were flushed, but whether it was from the cold or the close encounter, we couldn't tell you. Louise and them skated by at that moment, and giggled as they passed. Robert and I pulled away and continued skating.

(17/16)

"Daisy, you have to dance. It's the whole reason we're here." Robert complained.

I rolled my eyes and looked over at Louise. She was dancing with Cabot and they looked like they were having a grand ole' time.

"Robert, I'm sure if you really want to dance, any girl would fall head over heels to dance with you."

"But that's the thing, Daisy, I don't wish to dance with them. I want to dance with you," he whispered, stepping closer to me and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?"

Robert smiled and pulled me out to the middle of the dance floor. We talked and laughed the whole night away. When the music slowed down, Robert and I pulled closer to one another, his hands wrapping around my waist as mine wrapped around his neck. We talked in hushed whispers and swayed to our own music. We didn't stop until Cabot and Louise pulled us away, saying it was time to go. And even then, Robert and I walked home after dropping Louise home, leaving Cabot in the carriage by himself.

"I had a great time tonight, Daisy. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure, Robert."

"I get to see you tomorrow, don't I?" he asked, making his way down the steps of my porch.

I shrugged, "Maybe."

We said one final 'goodbye' before I walked into my house and went to bed. A smile never leaving my face.