DARN my fangirl tendencies. Two WALL-EVE stories in two days. But I had the irresistible urge to make this one, though, because… it's WALL-EVE! Who doesn't love that pairing? And if you don't, then you aren't getting a cookie or the ability to buy the WALL-E DVD. So HA.

Disclaimer: WALL-E belongs to Andrew Stanton, and PIXAR studios. And as you know in my other stories, I spit on Disney. Oh, and this story is mine. So don't steal it. Or else I'll call the police on you. The INTERNETZ police.

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She always knew what to do… always. Sure, she can get frustrated at times, but she still knew just the right thing to fix it. And she enjoyed it. But she had no solution for this robot, who desperately followed her around, causing various problems wherever he goes. And it did not make life easy.

Sure, she could just ignore him, but that proved impossible with his 'cute' antics and silly accidents. He would often harm himself just to look at her, and it started to become an irritant. But then again… if it weren't for him, she would have never found that plant.

And then he followed her to space. Of course… he had stolen the plant, and sent her to the maintenance room, where he then proceeded to break free, break into the room, steal her arm, and set loose all of the other malfunctioning robots. And then they take him. He had become their hero. And of course, she and him became fugitives together. And when she tried to send him back to Earth, he refused to do so. I mean, she did find out that he didn't take the plant, but his idiocy and weird obsession over her caused him to go into the cart after the plant. And then, the cart blew up. Just blew up. And she freaked. He was alive, and it was irritating that he almost died, but she was happy he was alive. But then again… if it weren't for him and him nearly dying, she would have never been able to dance in the stars.

And then he kept on fighting… it hurt to watch when she saw him dying in that garbage dump. He handed her the plant, and her programming kicked in. She held the green item close to her, and her insides were going crazy. Her programming told her one thing, but her heart told her different. She… she didn't know what to do. Does she do what she's made for, or do what she longs for? And he had caused this feeling. But she went with what felt right… and what felt right was being with him. And he wouldn't have any of it. And it was somewhat irritating. But then again… maybe the fact that he wanted what was best for her wasn't so much irritating, as wonderful.

EVE looked down at WALL-E, who was just staring at her, awestruck by her beauty, and the fact they could just hold hands like they do. When he saw her looking back at him, he jumped in surprise and looked away. She laughed at this. EVE never knew what to do with him.

And that's just the way she liked it.

-The End-

Yesshhh, I'm not sure if this is fluffy or not, but I sure enjoyed writing it! God, I love writing SO MUCH. And I LOVE love stories! I just do! But yea. And I'm sorry that I made yet ANOTHER WALL-EVE FanFiction. I just couldn't resist! Oh well. I hope you enjoyed reading, please comment or I'll take away your WALL-E movie privileges.

I can't really though…

By the way, anyone besides me notice that What She Loved is the 50th WALL-E story? Woohoo! That makes me glad. So very glad. I'll stop talking now.