Blonde Ambition: Spell It Out
By S-Chrome
Disclaimer: Everyone is property of Disney. Not me, though. I'm more of a Viacom guy.
"Another consequence of the War of 1812 was the dissolution of the Federalist Party, mostly because they opposed the... Daydreaming again, aren't we, Ms. King?"
"No, ma'am."
Ms. Fullington shakes her head as she scolds me for the third time that period. It was probably the fourth time I've been caught not exactly paying attention today. I attempt to listen to her censuring words about the importance of focus in school, but I'm still not listening, though. Sometimes during the course of the day, I let my mind wander... But, come on... No one would blame me, it's almost the end of the day at school, and I've got someone on the brain.
It's a he.
He's really nice, and cute... and brave, and funny, and...
As the thoughts of him come to me, I can't help but to write them down in my notebook.
Romantic; The thoughts I get when I think of you. Even before what had happened at that camp, I had thought about you this way.
Overrated; The law in Middleton High that is the "Food Chain." I don't care about any stupid food chain. I don't care about a popularity ladder amongst students. I do, however, care about a certain blond with cute freckles.
Negative; What most people in Middleton High think of you. Probably because of what you wear and how you present yourself. But I don't care about them. What do they really know about you? All they look at is the exterior and make their judgements. I never liked people who do that. Sometimes, I think if your not a follower of kind of trend, you'll be labeled a loser, or a geek, or whatever words they use to insult someone who isn't like them.
Admiration; You may not know it. But I have a lot of this for you. The fact that you're your own person that doesn't follow trends makes me even more drawn to you. Well... More so than I already am, of course.
Loser; Someone that you never will be. You save the world (along with Kim) almost on a daily basis. You're funny, cute, and always sees the positives in everything and everyone. That, to me, doesn't seem like someone who would be deemed a loser.
Dreams; Almost every other one I have is about you. What does that tell you?
Shy; My approach toward you in the beginning. But be warned, that approach may change sooner than you think, and that's a promise.
Teachers; None of them can stop me from daydreaming about you. No matter how hard they try.
Osculate; You'd would have probably thought that I don't what this word means, let alone know how to spell it. But I do... and nothing would make me happier than to do this with you again and again and again.
Puppy Love; That's what they say what happens between teenagers. That may be true with me, but it certainly doesn't feel like it.
Phase; What I thought crushing on you would be. Fortunately for me, and perhaps for you, it most assuredly wasn't...
Affection; I happen to have a lot of that for you... But then again, you already know that now, don't you? Hehe...
Bonnie; My best friend who isn't convinced by you. Sometimes, I wish she would give people a break. No one's perfect, not me, not you, and not her.
Lightheaded; The feeling I got when I kissed you for the first time. Sure, it felt like I was going to faint, but then again, it was you, so I wouldn't mind having that feeling for a second time... or a third... or a fourth. Heck, it's something I could definitely get used to.
Everything; I've only known you, and of you for almost a year, but that's what I think you mean to me.
--Tara King
Just as I finish writing the sheet of paper, all of the students around me pack up their things. As I take a second look over at my creation, I nearly gasp.
The first letters of all the words that I described spell out 'Ronald Stoppable.'
Gosh, I guess I've got it bad, don't I?
"Hey, Tara," Bonnie, who was sitting across from me, said to me. "Looks like you were really working... What were you writing about?"
She peered over to take a look at my work. Before she could make an attempt at reading it, I quickly crumpled up the paper. Surprised, she looked back at me.
"Why'd you do that for?" She asked.
"Oh... It's nothing important," I replied quickly.
"It looked important to me," Her eyes narrowed a bit at me. I try to play it off as it was what it wasn't; Just another piece of paper to be thrown in the garbage. Sure, Bonnie knows that I have a crush on Ron, but then again, if she knew how much I do like him... Well, I'd rather not think about the consequences.
"It wasn't, trust me," I said.
To my luck, the bell rings before she could make anymore judgements about what I wrote. Before we walk out of the classroom, I toss the crumpled ball into the wastebasket. Moments later, Bonnie, myself, and the rest of her crew are making the trek home.
"So, Tara. What was that you were writing?" She asks me. Gosh... she just won't let it go, will she?
"I told you, B, it was nothing," I lie again.
"But--"
"Come on, Bonnie. If it was important, I wouldn't have thrown it away, now would I?"
"Hmm, I guess you're right," she replied.
All talk about that piece of paper ceases afterwards. I had an incredible urge to tell her and the rest of her crew what really was on that piece of paper, but I guess that was for another time. About five minutes later, we all say our goodbyes for the day and go our separate ways.
As I continue to think about it, sure, throwing the note away was a bit of a bad decision. Then again, I could always write another one...
Reluctant; My attitude toward revealing my feelings for you to the world... That attitude isn't going to last very long, though...
End of Chapter Three
Surprised? I sure am. My Ron/Tara fic fix came a little early this time around. Or in this case, under four to six months... And this selection comes in Super Fluff.
Questions? Comments? Have a tolerance level of Fluff? Review... and what-not.
S-Chrome