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Five times Drew almost kissed Vivienne and the one time he did.

The first time Drew realized he had feelings for Vivienne he was a junior in high school. He’d been dragged to homecoming with a group of friends, something about needing more guys to dance with. He couldn’t remember the exact reason now, couldn’t remember much about the night as a whole. He couldn’t recall the faces of the girls he’d danced with or the songs they’d danced to. He could, however, remember the color of Vivienne’s dress. He remembered the flowers on her corsage, how they’d matched the one in her hair. He remembered the exact moment he realized he felt something for her. She’d been dancing with her friend Savannah and she threw her head back and laughed like the joy she felt was just bubbling out of her. It had stopped his heart. There was nothing he wanted more than to kiss her and he was walking towards her before he could stop himself. He was nearly there when she turned to aim her smile at him and his heart stopped again. Then her date swooped in and wrapped his arm around her and Drew turned, getting the attention of one of the friends he’d come with. Vivienne was out of his league anyway.

A year later Drew found himself in the same position except this time it was prom. He’d skipped out on homecoming, picking up a shift at his part time job instead. There was no sense going if he didn’t really care about dancing with anyone. He couldn’t talk his way out of prom though, especially when his mom had decided to betray him and chime in on how prom was a rite of passage and he’d regret skipping it. He highly doubted that to be true. He just didn’t see the point in paying for a tux and a ticket and a meal before the dance. It seemed like a lot more trouble than it was worth. He walked in with the same group (for the most part) he’d gone to junior homecoming with and he sat down with Benji instead of hitting the dance floor right off the bat. He just didn’t care. And then Vivienne walked in. Again he felt his heart stop, the way it did nearly every time he saw her. There was just something about seeing her so free and happy the way she was at a dance. He just didn’t think there could be anything more beautiful than she. He’d get a dance this time, he told himself. Drew waited, dancing with his friends, sitting out songs with Benji, until one came on that he finally felt was right. He walked up to Vivienne and asked her to dance and for some reason she agreed. He held her close as they danced to the slow song and as the last few chords rang out he started to lean in. And then the music changed and Usher was pumping through the speakers. Vivienne’s friend grabbed her hand and pulled her away and Drew watched the opportunity disappear. He was running out of time.

Graduation came and everyone had plans. Benji had dreams of becoming a cop. His friend Anna was off to New York and some fashion school. Vivienne was off to culinary school. Everyone had plans. Drew was going to take some classes at the university most everyone else was headed to and work at the garage. He didn’t have big, fancy dreams like everyone else. He was perfectly happy staying in town and being a mechanic. It was the one thing he really cared about, the one thing he was passionate about, the one thing he was good at. And that was okay with him. He sat through the graduation ceremony and tossed his hat when he was meant to. Then it was time for goodbyes which really, he found pretty unnecessary. Even if people were headed to California or New York they weren’t leaving the next day. Odds were he’d bump into these people all summer long at graduation parties or the market or even just walking down Main Street. He maybe wasn’t as sentimental, he supposed. And then he saw her. How could someone make the tacky graduation cap and gown ensemble look so enticing? Drew really didn’t think it was fair. Vivienne was making her rounds, hugging her friends. Their eyes met. He could tell she was walking towards him so he took a few steps and then she was throwing her arms around his neck. This was his chance, he thought. As she started to pull away he opened his mouth to speak but this time it was him being pulled away by Benji. Drew glanced back over his shoulder but Vivienne was already gone. He’d missed his chance.

Two years passed before he saw Vivienne again. Every time she came into town he’d always be somewhere else or worse, he’d be so busy with work that he didn’t realize she was even back. He always wound up hearing from Savannah, who was now dating Benji, that Vi had come back for a few days and had asked about him. Every single time he wanted to kick himself for missing out. He’d been sweet on her, as his mother liked to say, for four years. Four years! He’d dated a little bit here and there, of course, but even just hearing Vivienne’s name did something to him. Then, one day, he’d slipped off campus early and headed home. He’d promised his mom he’d take a look at her car and try to figure out what was making that horrible clanging noise, as she’d described it. He’d stopped on his way, ducking into the pizzeria to pick up dinner and there Vivienne was. He heard her laugh before he saw her but when he did it was like nothing had changed. She was even more beautiful than he remembered and his heart still stopped when she smiled. Benji noticed him first and waved him over and Drew made a mental note to kick him in the shin for not inviting him to hang out. When Vivienne stood up and wrapped her arms around him he thought about kissing her right then. He’d even started the lean in but the pizza they’d ordered was being brought to the table and he pulled back reluctantly. Maybe he’d get another shot.

He wouldn’t see her again for another three and a half years. He hadn’t even heard from her. Every so often Savannah would mention talking to her but he didn’t even see much of that girl anymore since the break up. Instead he got a moping Benji and no updates on Vivienne. It was alright, though. He’d convinced himself that he’d moved on and grown out of his little crush. He had a lot more to worry about than some girl he’d had feelings for in high school. He was a grown man now with a busy schedule and a garage that he practically ran on his own. Every day he walked by the now vacant sandwich shop that he’d grown up going to—it had closed the year before when the owners packed up for Florida. He didn’t miss when it was sold and work started up on it again but he also didn’t pay much attention. He didn’t hear the whispers of Vivienne’s return until the shop was nearly ready to open and Mrs. Carls mentioned her name when she came to pick up her car. Talking Benji into coming along had taken a fair bit of work as he clearly wanted to stay home and feel sorry for himself but Drew wouldn’t take no for an answer. He wasn’t going by himself and Benji owed him, something Drew didn’t hesitate to use against him. Besides, he’d said cheerfully, it’ll be good for you to get out of the house! It had taken a lot of convincing but he’d tagged along. And when Drew saw Vivienne through the window his heart stopped the way it had seven years before at the homecoming dance. When Vivienne hugged him it felt the same—she felt the same. It was some kind of magic. Drew found himself leaning in a little bit, just like always and sure enough someone called out to her and he had to take a step back. But she was back now, and he’d give it one last try.

Maybe this wasn’t his best idea. Maybe he should just move on. Seven years was a long time to have a crush, even with other girls in between. There was just something about Vivienne that made Drew think this had to be meant to be. It had to be something. Why else would just seeing her smile stop his heart the way it did? There had to be some kind of reason. Or maybe he was just crazy and he’d like this little crush become obsessive. He hadn’t really told anyone just how into Vivienne he was, not even Benji knew. Granted, he wasn’t exactly the first person that Drew would go to for love advice but maybe he did need a reality check. Maybe his crush had turned him into some kind of creep. He felt a little crazy right now. He shoved his hands in the pocket of his coat and walked away from his friends at the bonfire, heading up towards Vivienne’s café. He knew she was still at work because Matt was at the bonfire and Drew overheard him mentioning how he barely got the night off. He opened the door to the café—which seemed a little eerie without all the customers, honestly—and once more his heart stopped at the sight of Vivienne grinning at him. Knowing he had terrible luck with being interrupted, he walked up to her and put a hand on her waist, the other resting on her neck. He closed the distance without even thinking about it and felt the sweet flood of relief when she kissed him back. There were no interruptions, no missed chances. It was just the two of them with the scent of pastries filling the air and it was perfect.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!#ilysm #c: drew #c: vivienne #MIRANDA LOOK #miranda1x1s

Five times the love.

It was raining. She could remember it vividly. The sound of the droplets hitting the roof, the crashes of thunder. Her mother had gone on a house call and Savannah had been left in charge of the clinic and the dogs in the day camp. When the bell above the door alerted her that someone had come in from the storm she walked out expecting to see her mother. Maybe her appointment had cancelled, Savannah didn’t know. Instead, there was a boy. Honestly the first thing she’d noticed was the puppy in his arms, the tiny little Great Dane, but then he spoke and her gaze flicked up to his face. She’d known Benji from school, knew that he was friends with Drew. They ran in the same circles but she didn’t really consider the two of them friends. When he explained how he had rescued the pup and just brought her in to be checked out and maybe get any shots she needed Savannah had felt a little flutter of something. Nothing warmed her heart more than rescued animals. Except maybe a handsome boy with a rescued animal. As she looked over the dog in one of the exam rooms she couldn’t help but glance up at Benji every so often. He remained calm, speaking in quiet, soothing tones and rubbing the puppy’s head. Savannah couldn’t think of anyone more beautiful.

Their first date hadn’t really been a typical date. It wasn’t dinner or a movie like the other first dates she’d been on had been. Benji had mentioned taking his puppy—he’d named her Mrs. Smith after the actress, something that had only made Savannah more fond of him—to the park and invited her to come along. It was a simple invite, very casual, and she’d hadn’t even realized that it was a date at first. Her friends had been the ones to convince her and as she walked to the park that day, full of nervous butterflies, she wished that no one had said anything. Just because her friends thought it sounded like a date didn’t mean Benji had meant to ask her on one. He very well could have only asked her to come along because he knew she liked dogs. That was just as logical as the date idea. But the minute that Mrs. Smith noticed her walking over she wiggled out of Benji’s arms and bounded towards Savannah. And when Benji followed, laughing quietly to himself, Savannah felt that same flutter in her heart. When he kissed her later, Mrs. Smith trying to nudge between them for attention, she knew she was already falling.

Savannah had never been the worrying type. Dealing with animals required a calm demeanor even in the most intense of circumstances. They had a way of picking up on people’s energies and an upset owner made it much harder to take care of a sick pet. As the days drew nearer to Benji’s graduation from the police academy Savannah didn’t worry. She knew that their small town was relatively safe, knew that realistically Benji would be dealing more with speeding tickets than high speed chases. And she knew that he was smart and obviously he’d be well trained for any circumstance he’d encounter. She didn’t have to worry about her Benji because he’d keep himself safe if he found himself in any danger. He’d be sure to come home to her every night; he’d made that promise when he’d asked her to move in with him. As he crossed the stage and looked into the crowd to find her, it wasn’t just her heart that felt that flutter. She’d never been in love before him and she knew there would be no one else after him. Soulmate had always sounded ridiculous to her but she couldn’t think of Benji as anything but.

The last thing Savannah had expected Benji to do was break her heart. In the days following the break up, after she’d moved the last of her things from his apartment, she hid. With nowhere else to go she’d been forced to move back in with her parents. Her room looked the same as it had the day she moved out and her heart broke even more when she saw the photograph of the two of them on her desk. She’d left it behind because she’d known Benji had the exact same one in his bedroom and when she threw it at the wall she wondered if he’d done the same. The first seven days blurred together before her mother had forced her up and out of bed, back to work. It’d be good for her, the woman had promised, but she’d barely been there half an hour when Benji had walked in. It didn’t matter where Savannah went, she couldn’t escape him. And as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she just didn’t want to. She continued to go to the bar night after night despite knowing he would be there and sometimes she didn’t even go alone. But one night it was just the two of them left, tossing back drinks and trying to ignore each other but the pull was too strong. When they stumbled into the bathroom together, lips locked in a kiss that she wished would never end, she felt that flutter in her heart. How could she be falling more in love with the man that broke her heart?

Everything happened so quickly. Her worst nightmare had come to life, Benji had been shot. He’d been shot in the shoulder and when she’d arrived at the hospital she’d been expecting to be told that he hadn’t made it. She thought she’d have to bury the love of her life without telling him that her feelings had never changed. Waiting for information had been the hardest five minutes she’d ever lived through but when she was granted access into his room and she saw him sitting up with a bandage on his arm she burst into tears and hit him hard in his good arm. She told him all about breaking up with Preston because she was still in love with him and then she hit him once more. She made him swear not to scare her like that again and then she’d left. Savannah hadn’t expected anything to come from her declaration, especially considering she’d been a blubbering, violent mess. She’d simply gone back to her routine as if nothing had changed. When the bell above the door had sounded, alerting her that someone needed assistance, she walked into the lobby thinking that Vivienne had dropped by with lunch. Instead her gaze landed on Benji, dog leash in one hand and a tiny puppy in his arms. For her, he said, and the flutter in her heart was stronger than ever. She’d get her happily ever after with him after all.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!#ilysm #c: savannah #c: benji #MIRANDA LOOK #miranda1x1s