AN: Hi. I almost gave up on this, but I'm going to try to stick through it. Enjoy.
Prompt #85: Graceful
There was one word that could never, ever, possibly, under no circumstance, describe Jeanette.
Graceful.
She continuously stumbled over her own feet. She regularly knocked down stage equipment. She inadvertently littered herself with scuffs, bruises, scabs, scratches. Her rough, awkward movements warranted many laughs, a significant amount of teasing, and many scares on her family and friends parts.
No, she wasn't graceful.
Yet, somehow, Simon found her unsophisticated movements charming.
When she stumbled, he always made sure he was there to catch her.
When she got hurt, he always made sure he was there to nurse her.
When people laughed, he was there to remind her that she was perfect.
Just the way she was.
Not elegant, nor refined.
She was herself.
Ungraceful.
And to him, that was perfectly fine.
That was SO cheesy...I just...ahhh. I don't like it, but whatever. xD
Thank you for reading.