Fanfiction [Charlie Gillespie]

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"Beckett, you need to stop freaking out. You look fine," Laney said as I switched shirts for the fifth time that night.

"Charlie Gillespie is going to this party, how do you expect me to act. I'm freaking the fuck out," I say as I run my hand through my hair.

"Stop, you're going to mess up your hair," She said fixing my hair.

"Okay, I got this," I said straightening out my blue shirt.

"That's the spirit!" She said putting an arm around my shoulder. "Time to go get your man!"

"Laney, he is not my man," I chuckle at her.

"Not yet he isn't," She snickers as we get into her car.

The drive to the frat house was short but felt like forever. The frat house was filled with people, more people outside. Red solo cups filled the lawns and everyone's hands. Trash was everywhere, but that was expected of a college party.

"Do you think he's here yet?" I yell over the music.

"I don't know, we could act cool until we see him,"

"We aren't cool though," I say.

"He doesn't know that though," Laney chuckled.

The music was loud, booming through the walls. You could practically feel it in your bones. I stood nervously next to Laney as I waited for Charlie to show up. What if he didn't show up? So many thoughts were running through my head, but I wanted to have fun. If he wanted to come he would.

Laney led me to the kitchen as we made ourselves some drinks, wanting to get drunk quickly. I don't normally drink a lot so it didn't take much for me to get drunk. It was shot after shot whenever I finally felt the buzz, the feeling of my body floating.

"That was like your 5th shot," Laney yelled.

"I want another," I yelled back as I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Hey there pretty girl," The voice said as I turned around, face to face with Charlie.

"Charlie! You came!" I slurred as I hugged him.

"Someones a little drunk huh?" He chuckled.

"Maybe a little, but I'm fine," I said as I downed another shot.

"You might wanna take it from her," Charlie chuckled.

"Rule number one: Never take away Beckett's alcohol. She's turns into a baby and never stops crying. She'll ease down soon enough," Laney said as quickly grabbed another shot before walking around the house.

Charlie slowly trailing behind me, I felt as If I was floating on clouds.

"Slow down, you're gonna trip and get hurt, " Charlie said as he put a hand on my waist.

"I'm fine, " I said before tripping and landing on my ass.

"I told you, " He chuckles as he helped me up.

"Okay, Dad, " I say rolling my eyes.

"Wow someone's feisty when they're drunk, " He said smirking.

"Who said I was drunk?" I slurred once again.

"Okay, you've had enough to drink tonight, " He said grabbing the cup out of my hand and throwing it in the trash.

"Hey! I wasn't finished with that!" I exclaimed.

"You are now, babydoll, "

My legs felt like jello and his voice made it 10 times worse. I don't know if it was because I was drunk or what, but I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now. I knew I couldn't do it, but something inside me told me to go for it. So I did.

My arms went around his neck as his went on my waist. His lips tasted of peppermint and I couldn't get enough. We were in the middle of the party, just casually making out. Ya know, normal things.

I realized what I was doing was wrong, quickly pushed him away, and ran out of the party. Why did I kiss him? I just met him? Seriously, Beckett? What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't just get drunk and make out with Charlie Gillespie. I mean you can and you did.

I felt like an idiot. Why did I do that? I quickly walked down the street, towards my apartment as I heard footsteps behind me.

"If you're here to murder me or rob me, I'm a broke college student and only have two dollars, " I said as I continued to walk.

"I'm not robbing you, " Charlie laughed as he caught up with me.

"Oh, " I said, continuing to walk. I had to get rid of him.

"Woah, where are you going?" He said running to catch up with me again.

"Home, " I said blankly. I was too drunk to do this right now.

"Let me come with you. Make sure you get home safe, " He said putting an arm around my shoulders.

"I'm okay, I can get there myself, " I said but he kept persisting.

"No, I'm coming with you, " He said continuing next to me. "What happened in there?"

I stayed quiet for a second. How did I explain why I pushed him away? I mean I had the chance to kiss him and I did. But I didn't want it to be when I was drunk.

"I was too drunk to understand what was going on and I didn't think it was right, " I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked confused.

"I mean of course I wanted to kiss you, I mean who wouldn't. But I didn't want to do it when I was drunk. Or have the first time we hang out be when I was hammered, " I say lowly.

"Ya know Beckett, I like this side of you. Like you're always down for adventure even if it's just getting drunk at the house. And I want to get to know that Beckett. Not the shy Beckett I met yesterday, " He said grabbing my hand.

"Why did you even dm me?" I blurt out.

"What?"

"Like you knew about my book, but you didn't have to dm me. There's gotta be a reason behind it, "

"When I read your book, I was blown away. You write so beautifully for someone so young. I couldn't believe it. I'm somehow found your Instagram and you ended up being beautiful too. There was no way I wasn't going to dm you and shoot my shot, " he said as I chuckled.

"Shoot your shot? What are you? In high school?" I say giggling.

"It's not nice to be mean, babydoll, " he said showing his award-winning smile.

"Babydoll?" I ask.

"It's your new name. You gotta come up with one for me now, " he said smiling brighter than before.

"Hmm, how about creep?" I said as his eyes went wide.

"Creep?"

"How'd you know I was in that store yesterday?" I asked, completely joking with him.

"I didn't. When I walked in, I saw you and Laney and knew it was my chance to say hi," He said playing with the sleeves of his sweater.

"You know I'm fucking with you right?" I say laughing. "Unless you really are a creep,"

"You asshole, " He said shoving my shoulder. "Now what about that nickname?"

"Loverboy,"