Every Night Is Another Story

Chapter 3

Charlotte waited outside of her House, this would be the fourth date she’s had with Becky, and honestly it was terrifying how fast she seemed to be falling for the redhead.  She noted the goosebumps on her skin and regretted not bringing a jacket. She also wasn't sure having her hair down and parted in the middle was a good idea but she liked the way the way it looked.

She was starting to debate the cost/benefit of her look when a sudden current of breeze touched her arms and just for a second she regretted not putting a jacket on, but damn it she looked good and didn’t want to ruin her outfit. Suddenly a black ford mustang fastback pulled up in front of her. The driver got out of the car to great the blonde.

"Good evening Miss."

"Good evening." Charlotte replied.

"Why are you out on the cold in this fine evening?" the driver asked.

"I'm meeting someone here actually." The blonde responded.

"Oh! This lucky person's name wouldn't happen be Becky would it?" the driver asked, a smile on her face.

"It is actually."

The driver took a few steps forward stopping right in front of Charlotte, her hands going to her waist, and giving her a soft kiss.

"Then I guess I'm the lucky girl." she said after pulling back, a soft smile on her face.

Charlotte felt a smile stretch across her face as they pulled back from each other, she took in the redhead standing in front of her.

"You clean up pretty nice Ms. Rebecca Lynch." she commented with a smile.

"I do my best. You on the other hand, man... you look breathtaking." the redhead said looking straight into blue eyes. “A vision for sure.”

"Thank you." she said with a blush and looking away.

Becky took the blonde’s hand and led her to the car.

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They arrived to a very nice restaurant, parking the car, Becky got out and opened the door for Charlotte

“My Lady.” She said, holding the door open and taking the blonde’s hand, helping her get out of the car.

The blonde took Becky’s hand and looked at the restaurant, she notices it was right by the riverfront, as they walked in she noticed it was a every big place, with big windows providing an amazing view of the river and the Astoria bridge, large planking floors, high ceilings, it really was a beautiful place.

After taking a seat and making their order conversation came easily.

“So why come back?” Charlotte asked, “I mean you said you studied in NYU and you came back because you missed it, you missed your books, but why is that? What’s the difference between a bookstore here and one in a big city”

“I know it might sound weird because usually people from small towns want to run away and move to a big city, but I love books and I like living in the clouds” She said, playing with the base of her wine glass, a faraway look in her eyes. Charlotte could help to notice the specks of gold that reflected from them.

“You can’t really do that in a city like New York, where everyone is moving super quickly, always on their phone, billboards everywhere, it’s just not the same, I really didn’t like the fast paced life that living in New York would bring. ” She paused for a second, sighing “I want my life to be what I actually loved, and I want to live it in the pace that I want.” She finished.

“Yeah… I get that.” The blonde said, with a soft smile on her lips.

The girls continued their meal. Becky learned that Charlotte had chosen to get an MBA because her brother did, she loved the idea of taking over her dad’s company together. Charlotte learned that Becky needed coffee first thing in the morning before she could start to deal with the world. Becky learned she loves Charlotte’s laugh after breaking her with a ridiculous pun about pasta (if you really must know what it was… ‘This dish is so good, it’s pre-pasta-rous’ Her food was really good ok? ) So she bows then a there to make up a thousand puns if means hearing her laugh like that again.

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A week and a 2 hour drive to Portland later, Becky was ignoring how fast her heart was beating and how nervous she was of meeting Charlotte’s social group apparently there was a gala of somesort and with her father being a prominent figure, she was obligated to come.

Walking hand in hand with Charlotte and going in to the very fancy venue, the redhead could already tell this was not her crowd, they all looked snobby, she could count at least 15 very expensive watches, and she could already feel the judgement at her clothing choices.

“Charlotte.” Another blonde came up from behind Charlotte.

“Nattie!” Charlotte squealed, turning around to give her hug.

“So nice to see you, and this must be Rebecca” She asked keeping Charlotte on a side hug.

“Just Becky… but yes that’s me” She said, giving the shorter blonde a small wave, her other hand in her dress pants pockets.

“And last name?” Nattie asked.

“Lynch” Becky said confusedly

“Oh as in Chicago’s Lynch Incorporated?”

“No like...Astoria’s bookstore owner Lynch…” Yep... she already hated being here.

“Oh… ok I need to borrow Charlotte for a minute… excuse us” She said while taking Becky’s girl away… Becky’s? was she Becky’s? The redhead shook her head and store that thought for later. The taller blonde in the meantime looking at Becky apologetically.

Becky went off to look for the bar, once she did she asked for a drink and she turned to look at the party, leaning back against the counter, Charlotte in her line sight, for other people it may look as if Charlotte was very interested in what the people around her were talking about, but to Becky it seem the opposite, it was little hints like how she looked away every once in a while, or how she kept tapping her finger against her clutch.

Taking a deep breath she walked towards the balcony, it had an amazing view of city and since it was a bit chilly not a lot of people were outside, leaning against the rail she let her thoughts fly away, they weren’t always necessarily deep, sometimes it was dumb stuff like the kind you have when you are showering, like right now she’s thinking about how fitbits are technically tamagotchis except the creature you need to keep alive is yourself or how the titles of shakespeare's books are spoilers of who dies.

“Hey stranger.” A lovely voice snapping her out of her thoughts.

A gorgeous blonde standing right next to her.

“You look like you are having fun.” She said taking the redheads hand.

“Charlie…” She said before taking a deep breath “Why are we here? I don’t have a lot in common with your friends… and to be honest it doesn’t look like you do either.”

Charlotte waited a second before answering, as if trying to organize her thoughts.

“I always think, that this things will be fun, like somehow they will be different from the rest, then I come in and is the same superficial thing, but it’s what I know, it’s what I grew up in.It’s almost like I’m forcing myself to like it because I feel like I’m supposed to.” She shook her head and turned to look at the city.

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to force yourself through it ok? I’ve known you for a month now and I’m not going to pretend to know what it’s like to grow up in this world, but what I do know is that from someone who grew up around money you are the most humble, soft, big hearted person I know and you shouldn’t force yourself to be somebody else just to be liked, because the people that matter will love you regardless of where you come from or what your last name is” She said staring deep in to Charlotte’s eyes, her thumb moving back and forth against the blonde’s hand in a comforting manner. "I like you because of that's in here" She said pointing to her heart "And so far it's seems pretty perfect to me"

Charlotte stared completely transfixed by the redhead’s eyes. Becky looked up at her and the blonde gently framed Becky's face before pulling her in and crashing their lips together.  The redhead wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Take me home” Charlotte whispered as she pulled away.