𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 - 𝑓. ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠

025. PLEASE DON'T BE OUR GUEST

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PLEASE DON'T BE OUR GUEST ☂︎︎

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"THAT WASN'T FUNNY."

No words were given as a response but only the continuous light laughter that he'd managed to rile from her. The sound made him smile as he helped her along to her room, her laughter making her take clumsy steps.

"But..." she laughed, unable to form the words without eliciting a giggle. "But... you... you fell out of the chair!"

He huffed, the moment still embedded in his memory. As he had noted once before,  Charlotte Beaumont was quite the playful vixen under the influence and as she had it, the moment he had sat down she had chosen the moment to lean forward with a grin, complimenting him on his eyes. He'd panicked, her nose a small inch away from his and the biting feeling of nervousness settling in his stomach thus the falling out of the chair.

She fell quiet, a wobbly smile on her lips as she looked at him. "Hey, you're blushing!"

He rolled his eyes, aggravated at the soft smile on his own face. She grinned, inching a bit closer in an act which felt like mockery to get a closer look at the bright burn of his skin. "It's because you fell out of the chair."

"Amongst other things..." he mumbled in embarrassment, pushing open the door for her. Her eyes were slowly beginning to doze off sleepily, her body falling slack against his side.

"You're comfy." she said softly. "Hey! That means you've got three C's. Cute, comfy, and catastrophic. Get it? Because you're always bringing on apocalypses. Hey! Maybe I could be the fourth C. Your Charlotte!"

She was making it difficult for his cheeks to stop heating.

"My Charlotte?"

He could feel her lips turning upwards against his shoulder and the feeling made his skin radiate with a comforting warmth. "Yeah. Your Charlotte. I always liked the idea of being someone's. But now that I think about it, especially yours."

"Oh." he muttered softly, pleasant thoughts flooding his mind as she leaned against him. "I like that idea too." He looked down at her fluttering eyes. "But it's time for you to go to sleep."

"Why can't I just sleep here?" she argued, eyes closed and head fallen against his shoulder. It was becoming incessantly difficult to say no to her word. After all, he'd want nothing more than to simply let her fall asleep on his shoulder and maybe then he'd fall asleep himself.

"Because I've got things to do." he pushed, wrapping one of the blankets around her.

"Aw man." she mumbled, watching as he slipped out the door. "Wait!"

He paused in spite of himself, freezing as she pressed a small kiss to his pink dusted cheek. He stared at her blankly, nerves going haywire in such a simple situation. She smiled. "Goodnight, my Five."

Mine... he blinked. "Goodnight, my Charlotte."

And she slept soundly soon afterwards.

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The next morning, she was left to recollect and piece together what she had done. Her memory was left fogged but after a couple minutes she could piece it all together. The falling, the stumbling, the door.

She groaned into her pillow.

It was safe to say, she was not getting high again anytime soon.

Voices laid outside her door and quickly taking a sip of the water left for her on the nightstand she slipped outside the door. Diego, Luther and Vanya resided on the couch. In Luther's hand was a small sheet of paper and he took a spoonful of cereal. "Diego, this is a setup."