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A/n: Hey all. I know I just started a new Star Wars story and I have to finish one that I haven't even touched in such a long time, but I will get back to it…I have decided to write another story. I started to read Resistance Reborn, and that's where I got my inspiration to start this story. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Follows, favorites, and reviews are welcomed and loved!

Title: The Flyboy & His Princess

Summary: Mel Dionne was just a bar wench, serving drinks until he came along. Poe Dameron who took her heart, poured it into a blender, and spit it right out to the First Order. Now, she's on a journey to help Rey and the Resistance.

Chapter 1:

I was a bar maid or bar wench if you preferred, I didn't care. I was living on the planet Takadona with my parents. We scraped by with what little we had. Maz had been kind enough to offer me a job as a waitress, so waiting on tables was al I really knew, well within my life. I didn't know much about the Empire, the First Order, except for the stories of Maz's aka pirate queen and legend. But I also met another legend, Poe Dameron, leader of the resistance, or at least he's acted like it. And his hugs were the best kind of hugs a girl could ask for. I honestly wish I could get over them but his kind was not the ones you forget about. I honestly wish I could forget about them. Maybe writing in my digital journal will help once I get home from my shift. Ugh. What am I doing? I'm holding out for a guy like Poe when there was nothing between us, but there was a moment when I was happy when I was with him. I could just be happy and those five seconds was enough for me.

He wouldn't drink like the other pilots in this castle did. He would just sit, drink water, and talk. I would listen to his stories about his missions and his practice training, and how he got to where he was with the resistance. I thought the resistance was more exciting than the First Order. I hated the First Order, they were all about control. I knew I didn't like them.

There were slim pickings when it came to the men around here these days. Any girl in the galaxy would be lucky to have Poe in their lives so I was sure he had time for other women, maybe even on his squad. Why he came to see me, I'll never know. I was too afraid to ask. I had a good thing going here. A real friendship blossoming and I didn't want to sabotage it with my current feelings swirling within me every time I saw him. I didn't want to ruin it. I ruined a lot of things in my life, and this was one thing I didn't want to ruin. I could allow myself to be happy for just a split second, feeling like I was in another world and not on my home planet where I've been for most of my life. I didn't travel. I was stagnant. I was safe and genuinely content. My mom says that was a terrible way to live, at least at my age. I was still young, and looked young, but I certainly didn't feel it. I lived precariously through Poe with his stories or Maz with hers.

Finally, my thoughts have had enough, so I just dropped the tray of dirty glasses into the sink and took my apron off, flinging it right next to the sink. "Maz, I'm taking a break," I called to her in the back. She eyed me carefully as I whirled around and nearly walked right into him…

Poe.

Here he was hot, and bothered and really attractive standing in front of me. I swallowed hard, and tried to catch my breath from escaping. And best of all, he was my age. It was hard to find someone my age these days too. I blinked and placed my fingers against my forehead as if I was nursing a headache.

"Hey princess," he said.

"Hey just because I work in a castle doesn't make me a princess," I said back.

Don't ruin a good thing here, don't ruin it, don't ruin it, my mind repeated over and over. I shoved it all down again. You like seeing him come in with a smile, a genuine smile, and talking, just talking, sometimes that's all a pilot needs is talking to someone. Maz had taught me that.

I moved to step around, but he gave me a quick half arm hug and I hugged him back.

That did it. That sold my heart and soul. It felt like ages. It was ages. He was on missions for his squad a lot so he had little time for me. But I was grateful for that little time he spent with me.

"You okay? You seem…"

He trailed off. He was going to say off, for sure, but no, I was just happy to see him. It's been a long day.

"I'm just really happy to see you," I said, trying to keep my emotions in tact and well put together. Nope. Nope. Nope. Don't cry.

I was trying to allow myself to be happy around him for that five seconds of freedom. Yes. That's the best way to put it whenever I was with Poe, I felt free.

"Do you want to talk about whatever's bothering you?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No. It's okay. Do you want your usual?"

"No, I'm just here for Maz, actually," he said.

"Oh, well, uh, she's out back. I'll go let her know you're here," I said, and went to spin around to find her but low and behold, she already was.

Maz let out a sigh. "Come along, flyboy. You to missy."

I gulped. I wonder how much of that she saw, but I kept that to myself and just followed her to wherever we were going to go.

~*SW*~

A/n: So let me know what ya think! This will be slightly pre-Force Awakens.