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A/N: Suck It Up, Conner (the sequel to Shut Up, Conner) is coming soon. I just need to get back into the groove of writing the epicness that is Travis Stolle. :) So here's a short and fluffy drabble that is basically pointless. Just a realistic look at teenage love and all it is. Enjoy.
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"Why do you love her?" Conner asked me, which was out of character for him. He must have been thinking about it for a while now. I didn't think that he'd actually ask me this. Of all the things to wonder about it has to be this. He's looking at me expectantly, so I know I have to answer.
It isn't as if Katie is breathtakingly beautiful or anything like that. I mean, she is pretty gorgeous but she isn't the going to be the one to light the world on fire and makes Aphrodite jealous.
Katie isn't exactly the nicest girl in the world either. She can be a really big bitch sometimes, and when it's that time of the month you'd better watch out. She'd faster bite your head off than just tell you to go away. She also laughs at other peoples pain (which, to be honest, everyone that's normal does) and doesn't care if she hurts your feelings.
She isn't exactly girly, and she could eat more cereal than I would ever know what to do with. Seriously. We once had a contest. She beat me. One of the more shameful moments of my life, I must admit.
In short, she isn't perfect. But she's perfect for me. I know how cliche that sounds, but it's so epically true.
I love the way that she smiles at me when I know that she never looks at anyone else that way. I like how her hair always looks pretty and how she smells nice all the time. I like how she laughs at my jokes and how she can make me feel better with just a sympathetic look from across the room.
I like how I know I can tell her anything and she won't judge me. I like how whenever she gets an idea a spark lights up in her eyes. I like how whenever one of the younger kids get upset by the monsters or just the world in general she can get them to smile somehow, with simply a kind word or a joke.
Katie is kick ass, but in a different way than other people would think. She's amazing. She's funny, cute, rough, loud, wonderful, serious, realistic, and only herself.
There are so many things that I could tell Conner, so many things that make Katie Katie and that make her perfectly unique and wonderful, but I decide not to bombard him with all of these things. So I just tell him the truth.
"I don't know really," I tell him, leaning back in my chair so that I can get a good look at Katie who is sitting with her cabin. She sees me looking and smiles at me, that one special smile that's all mine. "I just do. Because she's her. And that's enough."