Imperfectly Perfect

Summary: At least three times a day she contemplates killing him.

A/N: I came up with this on the drive home from my aunts. This is why I should not think and drive. btw. for those who care, all my WIPS are on a dead computer (my power cord crapped out. Updates when I get a new one).

Disclaimer: I own them. not.

When she was three years old, Lindsay Monroe fell in love with love. She had gone to the drive-in with her cousins for her birthday and in the bed of her daddy's truck in her pajama's she fell in love with Prince Charming. She dreamed that he would ride in on a horse and steal her away from the ranch. He would take her to a castle in a big city; they'd eat chocolate pudding and stay up however late they wanted.

When she was seven years old, she was going to grow up and marry her step cousin, Charlie. He was of course, six years her senior and thought her crush was cute. That didn't stop her though, she was absolutely determined to grow up and marry him -or someone just like him. After all, not a lot of guys let you paint their nails and use grandma's lipstick on them.

Eleven and three-quarters, she went to see Footloose with her best friends and fell for Kevin Bacon. She spent hours wishing she could be Ariel and even begged her mother to buy her a pair of red cowboy boots. It carried her into her teenaged years, where she lived up to her favorite quote in the whole movie:

"People think she's a hellraiser."
"Is she?"
"I think she's been kissed a lot."

After her friends died in that diner, love became a myth to Lindsay Monroe. Love became the lyrics of the country songs on her daddy's old eight-tracks. She wanted one of the men Patsy Cline sang about to come and take her away from it all. To fill her with a love that only Loretta Lynn could sing about. Garth Brooks had been huge in her late teens and he seemed to sing exactly what she was feeling. She had a need to feel the thunder and she wanted more than anything to chase to the lightening from the sky.

Her early twenties didn't have much to do with love at all and when she moved to New York City, love was the absolute last thing on her mind. She hadn't wanted to like him; he was arrogant and disrespectful and had a way of getting under her skin and making her want to rip out her hair. On the flip side of that, was someone who made her feel alive and lit a fiery passion in her that couldn't be quelled. He was everything she had sworn she'd never want and everything she needed.

Danny Messer. He was the antithesis of every guy she'd ever trusted with her heart. He wasn't homegrown. He was no Prince Charming -she couldn't get him within a hundred feet of a horse. He didn't let her put make-up on his face. He never staged a protest about dancing -he was cursed with two left feet. He swore up and down that country music was going to make him go voluntarily deaf. Yet, there was something about him that made him perfect.

He was worth it. All the pain and the tears and feeling like it would never happen. And some how, he surprised her every step of the way. Their love had been through a lot, it wasn't a fairytale. Danny Messer had never swooped her off her feet. And at least three times a day, she contemplated killing him. However, somewhere in the imperfectness of it all, their love was perfect. Imperfectly perfect.

A/N: Footloose quote, totally smacked me as a Lindsay quote every time I heard it. That Summer by Garth Brooks changed my life. And uh. Yeah. reviews plz.