Memories
Rated G
My story, characters copyrighted by someone else. Warning--big ol' chunk of Velveeta cheese! Good thing it's short. Enjoy!
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"Why do you stay with him, Serena? He's never around, and he's so cold to everyone else but you. Plus he's so much older than you! How can you even stand to call him your boyfriend?"
What do I say? A million memories flit through my head. The day we met, when I threw yet another flunked test over my shoulder and hit the man of my dreams. When I saw him pull a rose from his jacket pocket to turn into my savior. Being carried to safety in his arms. One silly clash of personalities after another--before we found out the truth. Saving the world with him. The day we met, when we were introduced by my mother the Queen. The pain in his eyes every time he said he didn't love me. Our first kiss under the moonlight. The rare occasions when I saved his life instead of the other way around. Our knowledge of the future, and happiness it brings us. Meatball head. The day we met, when I gave a lonely, crying boy a rose in the hospital. A little pink-haired brat and everything she means. The look on his face as he took a fatal hit meant for me. Healing him, saving him from Beryl, only to lose him to amnesia. Fighting for him again and again. Getting him back. And through it all, his sweet smile and a red rose. There's only one answer. I smile.
"Because he's my Prince."
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What did I tell you? I really don't like mush that much, but this story got stuck in my head and begged to be written. Send comments to ebischoff@hotmail.com please. TTFN.
Rated G
My story, characters copyrighted by someone else. Warning--big ol' chunk of Velveeta cheese! Good thing it's short. Enjoy!
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"Why do you stay with him, Serena? He's never around, and he's so cold to everyone else but you. Plus he's so much older than you! How can you even stand to call him your boyfriend?"
What do I say? A million memories flit through my head. The day we met, when I threw yet another flunked test over my shoulder and hit the man of my dreams. When I saw him pull a rose from his jacket pocket to turn into my savior. Being carried to safety in his arms. One silly clash of personalities after another--before we found out the truth. Saving the world with him. The day we met, when we were introduced by my mother the Queen. The pain in his eyes every time he said he didn't love me. Our first kiss under the moonlight. The rare occasions when I saved his life instead of the other way around. Our knowledge of the future, and happiness it brings us. Meatball head. The day we met, when I gave a lonely, crying boy a rose in the hospital. A little pink-haired brat and everything she means. The look on his face as he took a fatal hit meant for me. Healing him, saving him from Beryl, only to lose him to amnesia. Fighting for him again and again. Getting him back. And through it all, his sweet smile and a red rose. There's only one answer. I smile.
"Because he's my Prince."
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What did I tell you? I really don't like mush that much, but this story got stuck in my head and begged to be written. Send comments to ebischoff@hotmail.com please. TTFN.