paper rings- charlie gillespie DISCONTINUED

chapter 14|

trigger warning:
blaming yourself. alcohol consumption.
idk if 'blaming yourself' is a tw but thoughts like that. u get me?

Isabelle hadn't seen Charlie off of set for a month and a half. At first, she assumed that he just needed to focus, or needed a break for a day or two, but the pair never seemed to speak anymore, and Isabelle was sick of trying to convince herself that it wasn't her fault.

INCOMING FACETIME
BEST BITCH 💯💯
accept decline

"hey, belle! you doing okay?"

"it's my fault, isn't it, O?"

"no no it's not, belle. i don't know what's going on with him, but it's nothing to do with you."

"but i obviously did something wrong, if he hasn't talked to me in almost two months-"

"you've done nothing wrong, belle. okay? listen to me. i'm on my way to your apartment. i need you to listen to me, okay? are you listening"

Isabelle merely hummed as she listened to her blonde friend talk about how he's proud of her and how well she's been doing with everything going on in her life. The tears began to subside and she just sat in a ball on the floor, waiting for Owen to walk through the door. He had a key, after all.

REAL LIFE

Isabelle heard the beeps from her phone, telling her the call ended. She stayed still on the floor, not knowing what to do with herself until she felt arms developing her in a hug.

"you're okay, belle. i got you." Owen cooed, playing with her hair as she took a shaky breath in.

"thank you, owen. i owe you everything."

"okay well i want all your money, better start writing your will!" Owen joked, earning a small smile from the girl. He didn't say anything more, he knew the girl would talk if she wanted to, or ask him to if she needed. He just sat next to her on the floor, arm around her shoulder.

"we should throw a party."

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After many objections, Owen discovered that there was nothing he could do except go on damage control for the night. Isabelle had called over as many people that were allowed in her apartment, because of COVID. Although the pandemic is slowly disappearing, you're only allowed 20 people in your household, just in case. Pushing herself off of the floor, she walks over to the kitchen and begins to clean. With filming almost constantly and not having the motivation to clean, her apartment had become a tad messy. Grabbing a plastic bag, she began picking up rubbish, Owen helping her. Although cleaning because you're throwing a party to distract yourself isn't the most ideal, it was still a step in the right direction, and Owen couldn't be prouder of his best friend.

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The party was in full swing. Letters apologising for loud music had been sent out to neighbours, soft drink had been bought for the youngens, the entire apartment was clean, Owen and Isabella were looking their best. Although they had spend almost two hours cleaning her whole apartment (which partially consisted of messily throwing stuff in cupboards and closing the door), plastic cups, paper towel, food wrappings and a singular shoe were making it a little harder to walk across the floor. Glass of champagne in hand, Isabella made her way over to the group of people on the couch.
"We were thinking of playing truth or dare. You down?" Jeremy asked, his arm lazy resting around Carolynn's waist. Eagerly, Isabella sat cross-legged on the floor, careful not to spill her drink. As there were only about 15 people present, they were all sitting in a circle to play truth or dare. The group consisted of Isabella, Owen, Jeremy, Carolynn, Savannah, Tori, Sacha, Brennan, Damon, Dannie, Barton, and four of Isabella's other friends, Charlotte, Ben, Lee and Pluto. The game commenced, starting off with the basics, like kiss this person, swap shoes with that person, kiss marry kill, who in the cast would you most like to kiss, etcetera etcetera. Until it got to about Isabella's fourth dare, she got dared to post all of the pictures from that night. Meaning her boss, that she had to go to work with in about eight hours, would see it. But that didn't cross her mind at the time as all of her thoughts were foggy. So, she unlocked her phone and opened Instagram.