Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Even if most girls would find his compliment to be merely simple, in terms of admiration, Caroline thought the exact opposite. It always flustered her, quite visibly, whenever he voiced out his opinion on her appearance. He could say just about anything, and if it was relatively kind, it would have her cheeks flaring up into the highest shades of crimson. Truth be told, Caroline wasn't used to words of friendliness, at all. Especially in her perfect days of attendance at school, she was only badgered left and right. They never saw her for who she truly was, and what she was capable of. Cutting her down, when she was already at a faltering, pitiful height, it quickly forced her opinion of herself, to crumble. It was difficult, trying to get herself up every morning, to endure another day of what was nearly endless bullying. However, she did it... Because of God, the one being who gave her the inner strength, to overcome it all. Little did they all know, though, that Flynn was giving her just as much strength, too. The entire time they walked, those tender brown hues were casted down towards their hands, tightly wound about one another. It made her heart swell like an inflated balloon. Her stomach fluttered with the wings of a thousand butterflies, and her breath left her near instantaneously. He was...so beautiful, inside and out. She loved every bit about him. From those scuffed up Converse, to his obscure band t-shirts, crude piercings and messy hair. There was something about his effortless charm, that had reeled her in. Like a moth to flame, Caroline had migrated towards him without a single thought to the repercussions. Settled down upon the bench, she let her books drop to her side, in a pile assorted from the largest, up to the smallest. On top was a simple paper bag, crumpled to absolute hell. She opened it, her slender legs pushing together tightly, whilst she began to listen to her boyfriend go on in an offset tangent, on how people treated her. It was admirable, how much it bothered him, even if it wasn't him, being humiliated. Well, she began softly, pulling out two perfectly wrapped sandwiches from the bag. They only treat me the way they do, because they don't understand me. They're...close-minded, and perhaps a bit scared, too. I don't really mind it, all that much... Holding out one of the sandwiches to him, she smiled, People like that, those are the types I wouldn't want to get to know, anyway. Let them say what they want, Flynn...it won't change me. I made you one too. I don't like it when you go without food...makes me feel uncomfortable, Caroline admitted, quickly turning her attention to her own lunch, as she began unwrapping the wax paper taped about it carefully. Nimble fingers worked at it with utmost care, as if she were unwrapping a present on Christmas, trying to savor the sensation of surprise. Underneath, was a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, on wheat bread. What she ate, every day. Taking a bite just as he mentioned her parents, she tensed up, eyes widening and quickly moving over to watch him. Mmn? Uhm... She swallowed down her food, oblivious of the strawberry jam stuck to the corner of her perfect mouth. You can...you can meet them at my game if you'd like. They usually don't watch me very long, though...they tend to leave before halftime...