Gah. Four hours of sitting at my computer and I still procrastinate. Not only did I wait until the last minute to do the drabble, I didn't even study for my history test tomorrow. Dran fanfiction addiction. Oh well. That's what lunch is for, right? XD
This is short, random, and totally stolen from Princess Diaries 2. And the conversation that I had on AIM with Mar basically says how I got it:
ME: okay... well I'm not really sure where I came up with this idea, but it's the best I've got
Mar: hahaha
Mar: I love those things
Mar: you're like
Mar: hey...where'd you come from?
And with the author's note longer than the actual drabble, I give you Puppets.
Puppets
With the sun shining brilliantly on the verdant and tall grass, Will and Elizabeth laid stretched out on their stomachs in the open field, foreheads touching and hands engaged in a neverending thumb war.
"Tell me your dreams," Will said to her, attempting to pin down her slender thumb.
"Tell me a secret," she retaliated, dodging her thumb away from his stronger one. Even though he had more power, she had more agility, which made for a long war of close calls and ties.
"What's the difference?" He looked up into her light brown eyes. Smiling, Elizabeth took the opportunity to finally capture his appendage.
"Everyone can know your dreams, but nobody else knows a secret." Will flipped his body over to where he was sitting instead of laying and took her hands in his larger ones.
"Okay," he started, thinking. "I'm terrible at grammar." Elizabeth smacked him playfully.
"That's a lame secret. I want something good," she replied, laughing.
"Fine, then. Tell me one of your secrets." Elizabeth eyed him and then answered.
"When I was in fourth grade, I broke this boy's wrist while playing football at recess." Will looked at her, startled.
"Are you serious?" Elizabeth nodded, a small self-satisfied grin spreading over her face.
"Yeah. I was a tomboy growing up. The boy made me mad, so when he got the football, I ran as fast as I could and tackled him to the ground." Will laughed at the story, imagining a small Elizabeth Swann playing football with the boys. "Now it's your turn. Tell me a secret!"
"I don't have anything as good as that. What would you like to hear?"
"I don't know," she thought for a moment. "Tell me what you're afraid of."
Will sighed. "Puppets." Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.
"Puppets? Are you serious?" Will nodded, his eyes on the ground. "Okay then. I won't ask."
"Traumatic experience when I was five. I'd rather not talk about it." He picked at a piece of grass on the ground. Elizabeth sensed his obvious discomfort and decided to change the subject.
"Tell me another secret."
"I love you."
"That's not a secret," she laughed, her eyes glowing. Will gazed into her face and raised his hand up to push a stray lock of golden brown hair behind her ear.
"I know," he said with a smile.
