to not shy away from me

And wish they were yours

"Love"

Full name: Adrian Sky Lopez Age:  10 at the time you two met, 18 at the time you two got together. Likes: Bowling, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Dragons, you :) Dislikes: Pop, History Class, Cats, Birds. Pet: He keeps rats 10 Years old  "Mommy, I don't feel like going to school, I'm sick :( " You frowned at your mother, but she was a good deal harder to fool. "(Y/N) Honey, you need to go, besides don't you have a nice long weekend?" You nodded, and blinked your (E/C) eyes, then flicked your (H/C) hair with your dominant hand and, being ten, your mum did sort of help you get dressed. It was right before Christmas break, so she picked out a red dress with white fluff at the bottom, it reached to about your knees and the sleeves were long and also fluffed at the ends. You wore white pantyhose and your good pair of Mary Jane's, the ones that were shiny and black with the silver buckle. Your mum was one to drive you to school, so after making sure you had your lunch and backpack and hair done up with a red bow you headed off with her. "I still don't wanna!" You whined in the back of the car, but your mum payed no mind- instead she turned into the schools parent-drop off area, and you scurried out, moaning in that sort of way that ten year olds do. "Hmmph." "(Y/N)" It was the prepubescent voice of your friend Adrian, he was waiting about at the drop-off area for you, with your friends Lily and Max to. If there was one thing you were not, it was scared of cooties! "Hiya Adie! Maxie! Lils!" The group of you hugged, then hurried off to first period. "Class, today we'll be having a little Christmas party, as I hope you remember." Your teacher smiled, she was a tall lady, with pretty red hair and freckles, even in age- she beamed sweetness, and a clear fact that she was once a gorgeous young woman. "Did everyone bring in what they were supposed to." Your classmates that had agreed to bring in things nodded, and each one went up with their container, be it brownies, cake, plates, forks, cups, Cola, Juice and even something a bit more meal like- A Small portion of honeyed ham cut into bit size pieces, with pineapple on the side. "Okay everyone. Come get your drink, then come up for treats." All the children in your class nodded, then did as they were told. You and Adrian, Lily and Max all sat down in a little group and munched casually. You noticed something, your wee mind caught Adrian fidgeting. But it was Lily that said something- she noticed too. "Adrie?" The little boy looked up from his cookie. "Huh?"  "You're wiggling."  "Oh, yeah.... I'm moving." He wasn't deeply emotionally attached to this group, but he was in a way sad to leave his friend. "My daddy got a new job.." "Oh...." It was you, you had always had a sort of child crush on Adrian, but- due to the circumstances, you all hugged, and he said he wouldn't be coming back after Christmas. Young or not, this was nothing you wanted, so upon getting home, you cried a little, but your mum comforted you. "People move, oh baby, you'll make a new friend!" But no one ever really filled that little hole Adrian left...... 15 Years Old "Class. We have a new student, Adrian Lopez." Your teacher Miss. Ports announces, gesturing to the roughly 5 foot 5 boy, with dark hair, cut in a messyish fashion, it was really probably just his natural do. He was slightly chubby, but seemed decent. You sat in your seat, nose deep in a Sherlock Holmes book, Miss. Ports spoke, and you realized towards your. "Miss. (L/N) as you seem so attached to that book of yours, why don't you take the liberty of guiding Adrian around the school, in fact, he can sit next to you too, since you are all alone back there." And with that, Adrian walked back, it hand't quite registered yet that this was your childhood crush, perhaps, love can be blind, in more ways then one- or, maybe it was simply a little (H/C)'d girls wee puppy love. "Hello, I'm Adri-" "I do know that already." Age had made you a bit more sassy, remarking the ever beloved Martin Freeman, who played Sherlock's second hand man in your favorite television series, recently adapted by BBC, starring Benedict Cumberbatch and said Martin. "(Y/N).. it, it is you! It's ME, Adrie?? Remember... back when we were younger... why, that must of been five years ago." You finally placed your bookmark in your book, and looked up at him. "Oh, it is you." A little thing rang in your head, your mum had told you of this boy when you were little, a real cutie- this boy looking at you now, with his Deep Chocolate brown eyes was a bit, well, of an eye sore. Adrian sat right down, smiled, and hugged you- you took a moment, but hugged back your (Skin/Color) A nice contrast against his own flesh.  A single butterfly seemed to flutter in your stomach. He may not be the most handsome, but, you still had a sort of feeling for this boy. Now, it's not like you've been alone, oh no, you dated a boy named Mark Trest last year, and near the end of that year a Charlie Wickets, who had- truthfully, tried to have sex with you. He was 16 and you didn't want to, so that all stopped. A sweet reunion, really. Senior year: Age 18 You looked at your pale blue locker, and clicked in the code, sitting on top of a book was a paper, you took it out, opened the heavy piece of parchment and looked with your (E/C) eyes upon the words, it read as follows. Hello Beautiful.. Shall I say, I've wanted you for so long, I doubt you would believe. If I dare admit to you I wanted you to be my date to the prom, I feel as though you'd refuse, and so I shan't disclose my exact identity. All I ask is that you meet me tomorrow, in the main lobby, I'll have a rose. Sincerely, Your secret lover boy  You sucked in a deep breath, then released it. A little part of you whispered it could be Adrian, but the other part rationalized the fact it could be the kid Drake who had expressed an interest in you. Either way, Drake was really cute, and Adrian- well, he wasn't quite.. how you say, trying to get you. -The next day- You waited in the main lobby, before having to head to your homeroom, no one came now- so you went through your day, come your free period you went back, and waited once more. Still, no one- finally, came the end of the day. Your (E/C) eyes were feeling slightly moist, stood up by a letter.. how dreadful. But, then you noticed a boy slip from the crowd, it was Drake he walked over to you, a sheepish smile on his face. "(Y/N)" He went on, "Now you know, eh girl?" You nodded, and he took his hand from his jacket with a single red rose and handed it towards you, you took the precious flower, and blushed a red almost as red as the plants petals. Against your (S/C) cheeks it was a lovely contrast, so obvious, but so pretty. "I do accept." You replied, in a slightly shy voice- Drake smiled, his wavy blond hair bouncing as he nodded in response. "I'll pick you up an hour before the dance." "Okay." Upon returning home, you told your mum you were going out with your friend Ashley to pick out dresses for the prom. Your mum had no issue, and shooed you off, smiling all the while. "Luck, baby girl!" You left, picked up Ashley in your car and went off to one of the nearby dress stores. You had an easy time picking out a (F/C) Dress, with a trailing tail of sheer fabric, one sides strap and a snaking design of shiny rose blossoms in a color one shade lighter then the dresses. Ashley went with a knee-length blue dress, with a corseted top and a streaming bow that fell rather far back, she fit well in the dress. So did you in yours. "Isn't it nice we can actually find dresses? Without spending HOURS!" Ashley laughed and nodded, then the two of you purchased your dresses and went off for accessories, some simple hanging tear drop earrings and a floral silver necklace, with a thin chain. "I can't wait." "Neither can I." -Night of the dance- With your (H/L) hair still down, but with a bow placed cutely on the left side of your head you waited in your (F/C) Dress, sitting on your couch casually watching a rerun of Sherlock, "It's Rachel..." You murmured, knowing the show all too well. Your make up was light, some white eyeshadow, with smoky blue side pieces, eyelashes done up, and a light pink lipstick. You smelled of (Favorite Scent) And held a clutch to match your dress, with your ticket to the prom (Compliments of Drake) Some save-the-day makeup, and a small bottle of back-up perfume, in case the scent faded too much. *RING RINNNGGG*  Your doorbell rang, and you got up, going to the door, to see the Drake, his stature was about your height, but he was lean and so felt taller. His black tux suited him, and so- you called that you were leaving now and went out to head off to the prom. It was simply his car, you got in, with his hands help and then he proceeded to drive the half hour trip to where the dance was held. "You look lovely." He stated, a pretty reasonable thing not really special, but flattering.  "Thank you." You replied. -At the dance- "Wow..." You whispered, walking in on his arm, handing in your tickets and entering the dance. Lights, hangings, refreshments, the overall theme was simply "A prince and his princess." Cliche but nice all the same. For about 20 minutes the two of you locked in dance, before Drake took you to the sides and whispered in your ear. "Hey let's head out back." You were slightly willing to go far with him, but not positive- and so you followed him, heading out a back door. He looked into your eyes, and you felt a cool breeze- and then, you were soaked. Some lemonade liquid fell on to you. And you gasped. Shivering, Drake only smiled. "You always said I was good in Drama.. I thought you had some feelings for me, and BOY did I take it far!" Your eyes started to fill with tears. "What?" "It was a trick, a ploy....." "But Why!" "Because I wanted to." In that moment, your eyes now streaming you ran off to the wee park by the place of the dance, and sat on a stool- face in your hands, soaked, freezing, and so sad. "Why.." "Just why... He seemed so fine, no issue...... he's not even a jock! What did I ever-" An arm was around you, you didn't want to look but a familiar voice spoke. "I saw it all, (Y/N) I'm sorry....." You were being pulled towards, Adrian. And you looked up, makeup bleeding, making you look a bit like a blue and black raccoon, he only smiled. "It's okay..shh...shh..I'm here now." He held you, so kindly... and then, as you had gone to say thank you, he leaned in and kissed you. A meaningful, sweet kiss. Upon pulling away, he uttered three simple words. "I love you."  In that moment, you knew all was okay, all was well.....