Moira Louise Charming was a practical girl. She very rarely took risks, until it came to John Napoleon Darling; he himself was a practical boy. Who she had known since she was six. And he could fluently speak five languages, which was why he was currently tutoring her in French.
"Ok, how do you say, 'My father married my mother.'" John asked peering over the book (Advanced French for dummies) at her,
"Um... Mon père... a mangé ma mère?" Moira guessed. John burst into laughter. Moira flinched
"What did I say?"
"My father ate my mother" John laughed Moira groaned
"I suck! I'll never graduate!" She said
"Now don't say that!" John said
"Try saying this 'You are my friend'" John encouraged, Moira sighed
"Vous êtes mon coeur" Moira said without pause, John's ears turned bright red and he nervously fiddled with his glasses.
"What? What did I say?" Moira cried. John turned bright red.
"Y- you said 'you are my heart'" John said Moira felt heat fill her cheeks no doubt coloring her face a bright crimson. She had, had a crush on John Darling since she'd first met him on their first day of kindergarten. He had stole her hair ribbon at recess and called her princess all day. (A title, just like her older sister Emma, she hated) and when she had complained about him to her family later that night her nephew Henry had smirked and started to sing,
"Moira and John sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"EW COOTIES!" Moira had squealed, but that was twelve years ago, Henry had long since grown up and moved out, Emma was long gone too. Married to her deputy the same year Moira had met John Darling, with an eight-year-old daughter. Her parents had traded the once small apartment they had once had all shared for the mayor's mansion, (now painted sunshine yellow now that Regina was out of power.) And they another baby in the process. Yes things had certainly changed.
"John I am so sor-" before she could finish her apology John caught her face between his hands, and kissed her passionately, Moira pulled back breathless and reeling. Had that really just happened?
"Vous êtes mon coeur" John whispered grinning like a fool. Moira's heart lurched in her chest; a smile blossomed on her Cupid's bow lips before she gently pressed them to John's. The kiss was soft, and sweet and for the first time ever Moira's heart felt completely free.
"Hey Moira guess wh- EW!" Her eleven-year-old sister screamed when she barged into Moira's room unannounced. (A habit Moira found extremely annoying)
"Tara! Get out of here!" Moira cried. Tara didn't have to be told twice the eleven year old turned on her heel and ran down the hallway yelling,
"MOM! DAD! MOIRA AND JOHN ARE MAKING OUT ON HER BED!" Moira's eyes widened
"We need to get you out of here" John nodded as the two scrambled to gather up the papers and books that were scattered across the bed. Finally the two teens flew down the stairs, John started towards the front door,
"No out the back way, out the back way!" Moira hissed. John and Moira sprinted to the back door.
"Go, go, go!" Moira hissed
"I'll see you at school?" John asked
"Yes, yes, of coarse! Go!" Moira said John pecked on her lips.
"Later Princess." He said and then he was gone, Moira sighed dreamily and leaned against the door fame in a hazy bliss.
"MOIRA LOUISE CHARMING!" Her father roared
"Coming!"
Ok I don't take French so don't judge me on the lesson but I officially ship John and Moira now! They are just TOO CUTE! REVIEW!