Oh The Places You'll Go (I)
AN: So I did this thing. And it's very vague and very blah but I did it. And I've been reading a lot of fanfiction so if anyone actually finds this similar to something they've written/read it may very well be correct and I will take it down immediately.
Disclaimer: This is all just my crazy mind trying to deal.
It wasn't just the looks or glances. It wasn't just the way that his fingers lingered on her shoulders or on her waist and it wasn't just the way that his lips seemed to automatically find her neck whenever he seemed to be going for her cheek. She had realized that it wasn't just him.
She had tried to fool herself. She had tried to think of this as his admiration of her. His admiration of her being so young but oh so accomplished. Him admiring her maturity, her determination, her thirst of knowledge and her want to do everything to make him happy. But it didn't stop. It never stopped. Their season had ended but they never did. She had been wary at first. She didn't quite understand why he, a 27 year old man – because that's what he was, would want with a gangly 16 year old. An awkward girl who couldn't even control her limbs and had hurt him more times than she could actually count.
But that night it dawned on her. She had gone out to dinner with him. It was just the two of them. That didn't happen very often. No parents, no chaperones, there wasn't even any paparazzi. It felt good, catching up. Talking about nothing and everything. Everything and nothing. But there was always that thing floating over her head. Why? Why was he still there, in her life. Basking in her light and allowing her to do the same with him. When they got into the car, she couldn't take it anymore. Months and months of wondering when it was going to end, she finally had the courage to ask. And in that moment, when he parked the car, she realized it. Her disproportionate limbs and tendency to stumble and hit everything in her way hadn't hurt him. That scar she had left on him, that hadn't hurt him. But with one look she could understand that him leaving her life, that would hurt him. And it would hurt her too. She also understood that she didn't quite understand why. This was all very new and overwhelming and frightening. But with one look, he understood that. So they reached an unspoken agreement. As she got out of the car, she knew that the right time may not be now but it will be. It will be.