Hi everyone. Hope everyone is staying safe and are okay. Things have been pretty grim recently and so I wanted to write the cutest fluffiest purest lil' Christian & Ana fic for everyone to hopefully enjoy if you have to stay in isolation (or even if you have to go to work, you can enjoy it later). This is an extra story I wasn't planning on but I think we all need a little pick me up during these times. The chapters are gonna be short because I want to update this daily so you can have something to read each day. I'm in isolation myself so I'll be writing a lot as it eases my anxiety. Eyes closed will still be updated (sorry it's taken a while) and my original story is coming soon so keep your eyes peeled for that. Hope you enjoy this little fic and I hope everyone is okay and healthy. (For everyone who loves a sweet Christian, this ones for you) please leave a comment and I'll see you tomorrow– Love, Elizabeth x

PART ONE.

The first time I met Christian Grey, I was five years old.

It was my first day at kindergarten and I was in a purple dress with ridiculously non-matching green and pink neon knee high socks. My shoes were covered in sparkles and lit up with each step. (I was an eccentric dresser okay?).

Carla and Ray (mom and dad) had just dropped me off and my teacher, sensing my nerves, took me by the hand and led me into the class. I had been excited up until this point but seeing a sea full of loud kids running around with foam swords and paint splattered brushes sent a wave of nausea down my little belly and I stood still, completely scared straight. I wasn't a loud energetic child. I was the quiet kid who liked books and colouring and exploring in the woods with my dad. These kids were nightmares. To her credit, my teacher, Miss Rose, was patient and lovely. She showed me where to hang my coat and bag and directed me over to a quieter colouring table where there was only kid. A boy. He had messy unruly blond-brown hair and pretty eyes. I remember thinking he was the only one who looked even remotely normal. He sat, colouring in his dragon with a quiet determination. I picked up the same picture as him to colour in. When I started to colour it in purple, he scrunched up his nose and told me I was wrong. I frowned.

"It's supposed to be green not purple," he said, as though it was completely obvious. He held up his own picture as if to prove his point.

"I like purple," I told him with a quiet defiance I didn't quite know I had in me just then.

He thought for a moment as though considering. "It's got to be green," he finally settled on, firm in his decision.

He picked up another shade of green and coloured in the tail.

I carried on with the purple.

After playtime, we were read a story by Miss Rose. The boy, to my surprise, sat right next to me on the bean bags. He shared my bean bag.

"What's your name?" He asked me quietly. We weren't supposed to be talking.

"Anastasia Steele but mom and dad call me Ana," I whispered back. "What's yours?"

"Christian Grey but mom and dad call me Christian."

I smiled and he smiled back.

The teacher started the story and we were both quiet, absorbed by the tale of the lost princess.

At lunch, Christian Grey but just Christian sat next to me again. We both got excited when we realised we had the same PB&J sandwiches.

Another girl came over to our table and sat right next to Christian. She had golden hair and I thought she looked like a princess. I remember I didn't want her to sit next to him. He was my new friend, not hers. I may or may not have scowled at her.

"My name is Katherine Kavanagh and I am five and a half," she said, holding up all five fingers. She sipped from a juice box and her fingernails were painted pink like my moms were sometimes.

"Hi," Christian smiled at her.

I may or may not have scowled at her again.

But then she said she liked my bracelet dad had got me for my birthday and I couldn't help but smile at her.

We all played outside together after lunch. Katherine suggested tag and I kept wanting Christian to tag me.

He did.

After that, we played hide and seek and Christian and I cheated by hiding together. We sat behind a tree, whispering and giggling that Katherine couldn't find us. I remember thinking he smelled really nice. Like soap and clean clothes. His polo shirt was khaki green and he had shorts on. His cheeks were red after all the running and I had butterflies in my belly.

At the end of the day when we were putting on our coats and reuniting with our parents, Christian ran over to me before we left.

"Ana," he said.

I looked at him.

He screwed his face hard in concentration, like he was thinking about something very serious. After a few seconds of this, he nodded.

"Ana, I do think Dragons can be purple," he finally said before running off.

I didn't stop smiling all the way home.