A/N: I'm pretty sure (kinda sorta maybe not really) that I didn't just screw this entire theme to the ground. I mentioned before that I had more trouble with this theme than I did any of the others—which really plagues me more than it should, but what can I do? If I wasn't to factor in the theme, then I'd be fairly happy with the outcome of this drabble, but since life just doesn't work that way, my overall feeling toward this piece is "Meh". I neither love it nor hate it, but that's probably (hopefully) my own bitter perfectionism tuning in.

Anyhoo, I'm experimenting with point-of-views here, so bear with me. (Though I probably shouldn't be experimenting with a theme I'm stuck at, huh? Hmm.)

Also, this doesn't really pertain to anything, but I feel the need to make it known that I don't usually upload a drabble unless I've got the next one already written. So that sort of explains the gap in updates.

That, and the fact that school's being a major pain—and not just the 'crapload of homework' kind of pain, but the 'eleven-hour school days' kind of pain.

I am so not joking.

P.S. I think it's really sad when the author's note ends up being half the length of the fic posted, don't you?

Crazy Little Thing
By JleeBean

8. The blind leading the blind.

They tell you you're too young to know what love is. You tell them they're wrong. You tell them they can't possibly understand and you're right, because they haven't been through what you've been through. They haven't seen what you've seen and felt what you've felt so how could they know whether you feel something or not?

And what does age have to do with anything anyway? It's full of crap because you know a few adults who act more like kids when they're together than kids do, and you know more than a handful of kids who've been through so much pain that most adults could hardly even begin to understand.

And even if age did matter, what age is 'too young'? Legally, you're old enough to drink and own a house, but emotionally, you can't possibly be capable enough to be in love?

They shake their heads at you and you scoff at them because you know. You know that love is more than butterflies in the stomach. You know love is more than a flushed face and shaky hands. You try to tell them but they turn away from you because apparently you're also too young to make sense.

They're walking away already but you raise your voice and you make them hear you.

You tell them love is pain. You tell them love is sacrifice. You tell them love is about mistakes and forgiveness and hope.

You tell them love is patience. That love is waiting and waiting for the day he'll ask for your hand again and mean it, because you know that one day, someday, he will…

They laugh and tell you you're too young to know what love is.

…You start to think that maybe they're right.

But you're learning.

You think maybe one day, you'll teach him.

You hope maybe one day, he'll love you back.

Next: Four twelves are forty-eight.