A/N: Oh, the things that come to me when I listen to Panic! At the Disco. Either way, this is a Tex/Church drabble, obviously set when they were much younger, which is why I refer to Tex as 'Allison'.
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"He loves me, he loves me not."
The high pitched voices echoed across the playground- girls in flowered, starched dresses and oversized bows in their hair.
Girls who smirked at Allison as she walked by, until she had learned that a fist colliding with their pert noses was a good antidote to their frippery.
Still, leaning up against the chain link fence, a scowl on her face, she watched, slinking away if the girls dared to look in her direction.
She scraped the edge of her sneakers against the black top, baked by the mericless sunshine.
"Tag!"
A rough tap on the shoulder; laughter; the sound of feet pounding against the pavement.
She felt her cheeks heat up, sensing his presence without seeing him.
Leonard Church.
The boy that would make her heart pound, though she would never admit it. Instead, she used all her speed to catch up, and then overtake him, accidently on purpose shoving him onto the ground.
"Hey!"
A scrape on the knee, blood gushing in a grotesque fount; he bit his lip as if to wince in pain, before remembering that he was tougher than that.
And Allison found that she wasn't the least bit sorry leaving him there as the shrill sound of the bell summond her to class once again.
He loves me, he loves me not.
In the confines of her room she pulled the flower out of her pocket, squashed and wilting, but still intact. With hands shaking she pulled off each petal slowly, holding her breath until the last two were left.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
In frustration she pulled both out by the roots, throwing the stem in the trash, turning her back on the scattered carnage on the floor.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
And Allison wasn't sure which one she was more afraid of.