Till There Was Me and You

CONFETTI (Charlie x Reader)

Description: Fluff-ish

1940 words

Warnings: Language, Talks of Sex, a little heated

*bold text is a text message*

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

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After finishing my makeup, I finally felt all my nerves for tonight hit me. It was my fourth date with Charlie tonight. He might decide to never see me again after tonight, usually, fourth dates make or break it.

On top of all of that, it was New Year's Eve. He planned to have dinner at 8pm, so if it doesn't end well I will spend yet another New Year without a kiss at midnight. I've never really dated since I was working and in school at the same time, so I've never actually considered having someone to kiss on New Year's Eve. Hell, Charlie was my first kiss after our second date and he (hopefully) doesn't even know. Being an adult virgin in LA wasn't exactly cool, but it wasn't something I advertised. If tonight does end well, what are my plans for the night?

"Let's not worry about that out now," I said to myself.

The restaurant he picked is beautiful, and I want to make sure I match the vibes with my outfit tonight. Better to be overdressed than underdressed. After doing my makeup lightly and curling my hair, it's almost time for him to pick me up.

i'm about 5 minutes away

sounds good, im almost ready. want me to meet you downstairs?

10 minutes pass, with no answer from Charlie. I don't want to text him again especially if he's still driving. Just as I was tossing my phone back onto the couch I heard a knock at my door.

"Hey, beautiful," Charlie said bashfully, "sorry I didn't answer your text. The lady was lecturing me on my flower choice as I picked my order up."

"Oh my god, they're beautiful!! Thank you, you didn't have to!" I loved peonies and was shocked he remembered. I kissed him quickly as I took the flowers from his hand.

"I wanted to. You ready?"

"Yep! Let me grab my bag and a jacket, come in." I ran to set the flowers down on my counter, grab my stuff, and go.

We were seated outdoors at the restaurant and thankfully it wasn't a cold LA night.

It is so easy talking to Charlie. I feel like we've known each other since we were kids. We talked about music, and my time in college, and his experience moving to LA, things our families did for the holidays since we didn't see each other, and other things.

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Dinner was winding down and we had talked for two hours already. Charlie didn't order a drink because he knows how I am about driving after, and I didn't either in solidarity. I really didn't want the night to end here and I had no idea if he had any plans for after this so before even thinking words were coming out of my mouth.

"Char, do you want to get drinks and snacks to go back to my place? We can watch the rerun of the Times Square ball drop, or a movie or something."

"Yeah, that would be great. I'll pay here, want to go warm the car up?"

"Sure," I answered as I caught his keys.

Walking to his car I started talking to myself: What were you thinking? What if he had plans for later and you just forced him to hang out with you? He's definitely too nice to say no. What the heck happens after midnight, does he go home?! I've literally never had a guy in my apartment. Not a guy I liked.