hey everybody! I wanted to write but I also didn't want to word on another chapter for Something More yet. Even though I WILL update it and finish it sometime in the near future. So in the meantime, here's some DXC drabble/fluff! enjoy:)

Love.

Just the word has always sounded a little, odd to me.

Growing up, I always dreamed about finding my true love in some extravegant place. One where my knight in shining armor would make some grand gesture, sweep me off my feet, and take me away to a secluded castle where we could just be us. Start a family together.

I had my first boyfriend in 7th grade. We never kissed or went on dates but we would hold each others sweaty palms under the lunch table and sneak strange glances at each other during class. He was a tall, skinny boy with pale green eyes and tan skin. I thought he was cute and sweet.

By the end of the year I had lost all feelings for him. Me being wrapped up in my work and realizing I didn't have time for a boyfriend anymore.

I didn't date anyone in high school. Not that anyone would've noticed me anyways. I was quiet and shy and I kept my circle small. I watched my best friends fall in love while I was still alone. No matter what I did, I always felt like I was on the outside looking in. I compared myself to a small child at Chrismas time looking at the toys he can't afford.

Regardless, I still came to my bestfriend's wedding. I stood by her as her maid of honor while she exchanged vows with her dream guy, who had surprisingly taken off his cowboy hat just for her.

Once I was 26 years old I had officially given up on love. Every guy that I was ever interested in didn't ever feel the same about me. Maybe I was just one of those people that were meant to be alone. I had always been independent. So sometimes I questioned why I suddenly needed someone else so badly.

I gave up. I went on with my life and graduated college, becoming a lawyer. I had left love behind.

Until I met him. That egotistical pig of a man. I met him at the beach where he catcalled me and told me to bring my "fine ass over there". I didn't of course, I simply scoffed and rolled my eyes.

The second time I ran into him, literally. It was my fault completely. I walked out of my local coffee shop while on the phone with my boss who was talking my ear off about the documents I needed to get to him by the end of the work week. I walked out of the door and slammed right into him, my hot coffee burning and staining the both of us. I looked him up and down and by his atire, expected him to cuss me out and yell at me for not paying attention.

He didn't do any of that.

After I apologized profusley he only smiled at me and ran his large hand through his lime green hawk which stood proudly on the top of his head. He looked me up and down and told me I could make it up to him by letting him take me on a date. I told him I knew nothing about him and that he was a pig. He only smirked and said all the more reason for him to buy me dinner.

Our date went surprisingly wonderful, as did our second, and third. Soon after, I was his girlfriend. We spent every moment we could together. We put aside our differences and were there for each other. He was actually quite the softy at heart, but god forbid he admit that. My life felt complete with him in it.

Then he said it, after 1 year of happily being together. He said he loved me. I was stunned. Stunned and shocked that love could find me after I had left it behind ever so many years ago. It wasn't some grand gesture but it sure was him. We were sitting on a park bench, holding hands, and it had started to slightly drizzle. He had looked me in the eyes and softly told me he loved me, and in that moment my heart was simply overwhelmed with fear and a strange warmth. Only for a second though.

Then I realized the reality and a small smile spread onto my face, and a light was shown back onto my heart.

love you all 3