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Fearless.

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Copyright ® 2012 SeaBreeeezy

Hey everyone! I'm really sorry that I haven't updated my shapter of She and Him, I've just been so busy with school and sports. -.-

But, I wrote this for my..........For this guy, that I know because he wrote me a poem and a song. It's the least I could do. I've worked so hard on making this as perfect as I could, although the ending is kinda short. I crammed in it in English class, instead of working on my actual classwork. :) SNEAKY ALERT.. bahaha. Alright, I've worked so so so so so hard on this, so please show me that you like it by voting and commenting! :) Please try and refrain from telling me how I could fix it and make it different, because I'm the writer, and I've already given it to that guy.

E N J O Y.

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Fearless
(A short romance for you.)

There's somethin' 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained; there's a glow on the pavement,

She steps out of  drivers' seat, throws the keys to her sister Jenna, in the passenger seat  and closes the car door behind her. She barely notices when her sister drives away..

Rain is softly pattering from the sky, onto the ground.

She hears another door shut.  A smile grows on her lips and a light pink color cascades itself over her cheeks. She hears his foot steps as he approaches her. She lightly kicks a pebble that has detached itself from the parking-lot pavement.

Suddenly, she's wrapped in his arms, again, breathing in his scent. "Chloe," he whispers into her hair. "I missed you."

Ben Moore. The boy of her dreams.

 

You walk me to your car and you know I wanna ask you to dance right now, in the middle of the parking lot. Yeah.

 

He picks her up off her feet and spins her around in the air. She smiles endearingly at him. She laughs quietly and he carefully puts her small figure on the ground again.

She examines him, looking for any wounds or scars of which he hasn't mentioned.

He chuckles and smiles at her. "You haven't changed much," She looks cautiously at his face. "I'm fine, Chloe. No scars, okay?"

She smiles with him, satisfied. "Let's go." She whispers.

 

We're driving down the road, I wonder if you know, I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now.

Ben opens the passenger-seat door of his Forest Green Jeep Cherokee and steps back as he lets Chloe step in. Ben smiles his sweet, toothy grin, letting his right dimple show.

Chloe loves that dimple.

"Why thank you, kind sir." Chloe teases, as Ben closes the door. He rolls his eyes and steps around the front of the car, hopping in his side. She watches as he quickly spins his key ring around his index finger before putting them into the ignition. He feels her looking and turns slightly, smiling but toothless. "You know me, force of habit."

"Of course I know." she smiles softly.

 

But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair absentmindedly making me want you.

The car roars to life, Ben drapes his right arm around the back of Chloe's seat, looking behind him as he backs out of his parking spot. Once they’ve backed out, Ben moves his arm around the top of Chloe’s shoulders. She shimmies to fit comfortably within Ben’s arm, the familiar feeling of being in his arms again.

Soon enough, they're driving down a small gravel road, canopied with trees and they've relapsed into an easy-going conversation.

"So, how was it?" Chloe asks quietly, immediately changing the mood of the conversation. She looks at her hands which are grasping each other in her lap.

"Johnny," Ben says, speaking of one of the few friends he made in Afghanistan. "He died." He pushes dark brown hair out of his face and sighs.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asks.

"It's war. People die."

"You won't." Chloe counters.

"I might." He says simply.

"Don't say that!" She cries, frightened.

 

And I don't know how it gets better than this, you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless. I don't know why, but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless.

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