Disclaimer: I do not own 10 Things I Hate About You or it's characters. Nor do I own Taming of the Shrew. Or anything else having to do with the creation of either.

Kat sat at the easel in her room, staring at her newest painting. The cherry blossom had been an early bloomer, and thus had died sooner, dropping off of it's tree to sit alone, singular on the cement path. The painting came from a memory. One spring, when she was six and her parents had still been happily married, the Stratford's had taken their daughters up to DC for the cherry blossom viewing. Kat had wandered away from her mother, watching all the strangers enjoying the festival. Although she had been ignoring the pink far above her head, a tiny flash of color caught her eye, blinking in and out of sight behind said strangers' moving legs.

The younger, more curious version of herself had walked to it, wondering what it was. When she found the cherry blossom, she looked at it sadly. Kat smiled, amused and wistful, as she remembered that at the time, she had felt sad for the flower, worried that it missed it's flower friends. She'd been about to pick the flower up and toss it up to it's friends when her mother had found her, pulling her up into an embrace. The woman promptly turned to return to her husband, and Kat watched the lonely flower, sitting on the path.

In the present day, Kat sat, staring at the lonely flower in the painting. Sighing, she wielded her brush and painted in another flower. It sat innocently, only a few inches away. The message was clear to Katarina: No flower is alone.

Ah drabbles, how they ease the mind. This doesn't really have a timeline, just sometime after she starts to like Patrick and before the Prom. The lonely flower symbolizes her, the new flower symbolizes him. :) R&R please.