Pretty Freakin' Perfect

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It amazed him how unlikely the two of them were.

It was the first few weeks of their relationship. She had picked him up after work and hadn't stopped talking about a poem she had been translating. She was noticeably excited, and her hands and hair were flying and whipping around her face.

She looked completely insane.

And just like he had in the past few weeks, he found himself once again thinking what the hell am I doing?

She, of course, took no notice of his lack of attention and continued babbling about the conditionnel versus the subjonctif . It was in moments like this he was thankful for her constant chatter as it allowed him to think….something he found incredibly hard to do around her.

Just sitting on his bed, she was this supernatural force of nature…or of Taylor, more appropriately. She came with baggage in the form of unhygienic French husbands, illicit affairs with schoolteachers, and a mother somewhat resembling a harpy, but still managed to be light and happy. Not to mention slightly neurotic.

But that's what gripped him. He had no idea how she managed to wake up everyday and be Taylor. She had experienced all of these not-so-nice things but managed to avoid bitterness. He sure as hell couldn't relate to that. Bitterness and anger had been his constant companion this past year.

Her past had obviously affected her in a very deep way and she didn't like to talk about it, but the way she had moved on and picked up the pieces gave Ryan hope.

And hope, after his year of hell, felt surprisingly nice. It didn't stop the pain, but sometimes, he would even find himself remembering the past without wanting to rip out his very heart. And it was because of her.

It was this foreign feeling of calm he got when he was around her. She was so highly-strung that anyone with her had no choice but to take control, relax and maintain the sanity in the situation.

Still, she mesmerized him and she had no idea how much he wanted her. Honestly, he had no idea how he really felt about her until right now. She had boldly taken the initiative in their improbable romance, but he knew that she felt insecure about her place in his life.

He was going to rectify that.

"….and then I read the second verse and I realized there was a complete jump in time. No continuity from the first verse at all. Now I have to change the tenses, which let me tell you, is going−"

He cut her off .

"Taylor."

"−to be hell. Hmmm? Oh! Sorry!"

She looked at him sheepishly, realizing how long she had been talking. He smiled at her embarrassment, shaking his head in what he realized was affection.

"Taylor…there's something I want to tell you."

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My first O.C. fanfic, which is probably apparent. I just happen to love Ryan and Taylor, and I had been thinking about this for a little while.

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