A/N: Whoo-hoo, it's Kate. Sorry all you Kate bashers. What can I say? Nothing, huh? Aren't I eloquent...
Disclaimer: I don't own these people. Did you really think I did? No? I thought not.
Taste of Spring
Spring had always been her favorite season.
She never told anyone that, because she was tough girl Kate, cowboy boots, ponytails, and a stoic expression, never daunted, never frightened.
Spring being her favorite season, it didn't fit with the image she struggled so hard to maintain, through everything - through Wayne especially.
But she'd always loved spring.
Mostly it was the lightness of it. It wasn't summer, sweltering heat and her stuck inside all day wishing there was something to do, confined to her room in fear of Wayne who was home most often then. Spring was cool and refreshing, after winter, to come back to warm breezes and sunny mornings. Spring made her smile.
When she kissed him he tasted like spring.
She wasn't sure how to explain it, he just tasted like spring. Like warm breezes and sunny mornings and freedom. Like happiness, and independence, and a little challenge - come outside, be Kate, what are you waiting for?
When they broke apart spring was abruptly gone, vanished, like the sun behind a cloud. And she wanted desperately to find it again.
She had a feeling she would someday. She'd take a walk on a cool morning, and stumble across spring, wandering around waiting for her. And she'd welcome it back with open arms. For now, she could wait.
Spring had always been her favorite season.
A/N: The end. :P Please review! Thanks for reading! Come back soon! Thank you for your patronage! Got a little carried away, didn't I? Okay, never mind. Er... Alrighty then.