Title: Marco Pollo
Rating: PG
Pairing: CharliexOlivia
Word Count: 255
Warning/s: Nopee.
Summary: He'd always be calling out for her.
A/N: So, my laptop, the one with all my other stories' information and upcoming chapters does not like me. Alright, that's a sugar couting it; it just refuses to charge, innevitably making it so I simply can't use it. :\ So, for now, I'll stick to these drabbles. I love this couple. (:
Sometimes, it was rather hard for him to face her.
Her bright, beautiful smiles, perfectly complimented by twinkling eyes and her ever-changing hair. Her laugh, which she, in her always flamboyant way, announced was probably the dorkiest thing on the face of the planet; Charlie thought it sounded magical. The way she flounced around everywhere like she owned the place- which, when Charlie thought about it, was probably true in her own mind. How she managed to pull of some crazy outfit that shouldn't be pull-off-able but for her somehow just was.
How she never seemed to notice him.
But even if she didn't, he'd still chase her, still find ways so he could stand by her. Let her chatter on aimlessly, just so he could see how enthusiastic she got. Watch her in the numerous plays she always invited him to, just to see how good she was at pretending to be whatever it was this time. Asking her to join him on his adventures so he always knew where she was, with him, and no one could end up using her as some kind of ransom. Let her walk away from him everyday while he didn't do anything to stop her.
Because he knew that until then, until he could follow her, he'd always be calling out "Marco," and hoping that one day she's take the off-chance and say "Polo." It might take years, but that would make it all the better when he finally found her.
Charlie didn't think he'd ever stop.
Fin.