✦ ✧ ✩ Curtain Call ✦ ✧ ✩ - Charlie Gillespie

Chapter 58

My face must've been really telling because seconds later I had a very worried Charlie by my side asking how I was.

"It's ok I just had a really weird moment with my mom that's all" I was not going to mention that godforsaken name in front of him again, "What did you guys do all day?" I continued, finally gaining the courage to put my arms around his neck. I don't know if imagined it, but his shoulders were tense and immediately relaxed when I put my lips on his for a quick kiss.

"Not much, we just went horseback riding and your dad showed us the rest of the terrain, and we talked." He suddenly opened his eyes with a bright smile and put his mouth in my ear to whisper "Owen told your dad he loves Maeve"

"You're joking right now" I said, smiling back at him, slapping his arm in a mix of excitement and disbelief while he nodded his head no, "That's so sweet stop!" I continued jumping in place while he put his hands on my waist and I suddenly lost my breath when he came near me to whisper something in my ear again. A nervous shiver went down my spine but instead of saying anything he kissed the little crevice between my jaw and my neck softly, and I breathed again.

"Okay boys, John, go to the town and buy whatever we need for tonight!"

"That's easy!" my dad exclaimed, patting Charlie's and Owen's back "All we need is a bottle of scotch" my mom limited herself to hit her with the cloth in her hand. Charlie gave me another goodbye kiss and jumped in the truck with my dad and Owen. As they took off, a familiar car parked at the door.

I ran outside to my room before her presence made me more irritable, throwing myself in bed belly first I grabbed my notepad. I knew my mom wouldn't force me to be around Donna.

And I wrote like there was no tomorrow, trying to piece together what I wrote the other night.

One of the pages read: 

"I greet you with a battle hero's welcome
I take your indiscretions all in good fun
I sit and listen
I polish plates until they gleam and glisten
You're so much older and wiser"

But one of the others had a happier note:

"Time, mystical time
Cutting me open, then healing me fine
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?"

I was pulling my hair trying to understand my own thoughts when Maeve barged into my room.

"She just got out of her car with like four bags, is she moving in or something?"

"Oh god were they big?"

"Huge!"

"Is she is staying the whole 3 days we have left with the boys here?, Great! As if I didn't have anything more to deal with right now"

"Come on, tonight will be fun Donna or not!" she replied, dreamily looking away, her mind wandering away to her blonde lover. I just stared at her in the same way, so happy someone finally made her feel that way.

"Have you rethought telling Owen how you feel?" I asked, biting my lip knowing he felt the same way.

"Oh Eri I can't. It's so nerve wracking. We are so young, and is it too early?"

"Do you truly feel it?"

"I'm crazy about him" she stated through the most adorable giggle. She wouldn't stop smiling, it was the most enchanting sight.

I couldn't stop myself from thinking that I was too young to be living love in any other way that wasn't that.

"I'm 100% sure he feels the exact same way you do" I finally stated, opening my arms to her to cuddle her.

We dozed off, our bodies curled, and about an hour later we were woken up by Charlie and Owen going through the door. They were both standing there with her hands behind their backs.

Maeve quickly fixed herself, stood up and walked towards Owen. He clumsily pulled a petite and charming bouquet of delicate jasmines. She took a sniff and wrapped her arms around his neck.

 Those two didn't need to say anything. 

Hand in hand they walked out without saying a word and Charlie walked towards me.

I was still under the blanked with my disheveled pillow hair and a puffy face from the nap. My eyes were still heavy, and I'm pretty sure I drooled, something Charlie kindly disregarded. His hand was still behind his back.

"I thought this would be more appropriate for you than jasmines" he whispered, creating that beautiful bubble we seemed to live in every time we were together, being very careful with it, so that it wouldn't burst. He put a sunflower in front of me, holding it in his hand nervously, scanning my eyes for my reaction.

"How did you know?"

"Know what?" he said, trying to fight a childish smile looking at me softly running my fingers on the sunflower's petals.

"That these were my favorite" I said, putting my hand on his cheek, pulling him in for the most striking kiss I've ever experienced.

This was not like the others. Our first kiss was passionate, desperate, it hurt, beautifully, but it burned. I needed him. He needed me. Every other kiss was lovely, charming, and I would've never dared compared them to any other kisses if it wasn't for this one. I would've never thought the same lips that I've been kissing for the past month would feel like a brand-new thing. 

It was soft. Caring. Timid. Comforting. 

Loving.

Like it was slow motion every sense was participating in feeling his every touch in my body as he, without hurrying anything but confident in his actions put himself on top of me, handling me like I was one of the soft petals in the flower he just handed me. The dress I was wearing smoothly slipped from my body hitting the floor and so did the shirt he was wearing. He was suddenly too shy to take off anything else, as if he felt the same way about this as I did. 

We were suddenly starting this all over. 

I ran my fingers in between his waist band and his skin, letting him know it was ok, and he complied. My fingers gripping his back hard as he started kissing my collarbones.

"Eri" he whimpered in my ear asking for permission, his fingers tracing my inner thighs, impatiently waiting, and I responded with a kiss just as eager as his. 

 And I just let him. 

I let him run his lips all over me, disregarding where we were, even who we were. I just wanted to be his. 

As my fingers played with his hair I swear I saw the stars. He looked up at me smirking, knowing he was torturing me because he stopped, and I just begged him with my eyes as the arch in my feet increased.

He suddenly took me in his arms and as if I resembled a feather he put me on top of him. Right there, with his hands on my hips, I felt like the most gorgeous girl in the world.

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"No matter how small or how little light there is, sunflowers are believed to seek out the light and hold their heads high as if in worship and adoration of the sun.

They are therefore a symbol of true and faithful loyalty to something that is much brighter and bigger than themselves.

🌻 The other Gods felt sorry for the lovesick Clytie. They turned her into a Sunflower, so she could always look at Apollo."

- Ofc the "poems" Eri wrote are "invisible string" and "tolerate it" by the one and only Taylor Swift. Hope you liked this chapter <3