A/N: The last of my Kate one shots. This one was a genuine paint shade name, so yeah, I'm back to it. Off my hiatus a little early, so…(does the happy fanfic dance!)
Toasted Marshmallows
When Kate was a little girl, she used to put marshmallows into the microwave and see if she could get them out before they'd explode. It was a little game she played, just to see if she could time it just right.
And while she never admitted it, the most fun was when she couldn't do it. When she was just a little off, and they exploded, little marshmallow bits flying all over the microwave. It was fun to watch them burst from the inside, into little pieces, and stick.
She always had to clean it before her mom got home, but that was okay, because her mom didn't get home until late. So she cleaned the marshmallow off of the microwave and tried it again the next day. Just to see if she could do it. She'd always been a risk taker.
She never told anyone that the best part was to see if the risk would come out the way it was supposed to. A gamble. Sometimes the best part was when the gamble didn't pay off.
It wasn't like that with him. With him, every second of the risk was fear, almost terror, and the thought that it might get screwed up, that something might go wrong, that everything would go wrong.
He is spring, and he is taking off stilettos, but he is not toasting marshmallows.
But that's okay with her.
A/N: Please tell me what you thought. Thanks!