One Touch | Charlie Gillespie

S E V E N T E E N

"Oh hey, I was actually looking for you."

C H A R L I E

I get distracted by a loud ping that is coming from my phone.

Excusing myself to the others, I walk away from the group and then take the vibrating device out of my pocket. A few notifications fill up on my lock screen, and one of them is her text message asking if we can talk later. I had already expected this to happen, though I hoped she wouldn't figure it out so soon.

Quickly sending "Sure" back, I turn off my phone for the rest of the day and try to focus on the music lessons and the song rehearsals. But the guilt that constantly swirls in my stomach causes the sound of Kenny's voice to blur and my mind to take over the thought of her.

1 2 H O U R S E A R L I E R

Right after we get home, she falls asleep on my chest with my arms wrapped around her protectively. I tell myself to get some sleep too, but my eyes keep automatically opening when I close them. And when they are open, they immediately dart on the girl in my arms.

Before I can contain myself, I start noticing every little detail of her. The way her eyes close peacefully after she finds a comfortable spot under my arms to sleep, and the way soft sighs leave her mouth as she breathes gently in her sleep.

Time flows by and she doesn't give me a chance to sleep. In fact, she distracts me with her unfairly beautiful features and plays music to my ears by snoring softly. Even her small nose gets my attention, how her nostrils slowly widens as she inhales was too cute not to watch.

An angel is sleeping in my arms and just as I'm about to keep looking at her, I realize I can't take my eyes off her. Literally.
Creep, I hear a voice whisper in my ear. But the worst part is, the voice is right. Hundreds of memories from the past week flash through my mind as I try to remember the days when she didn't take over my mind. But the fact that there isn't a single day of it, makes me freak out.

Is this normal? I asked myself multiple times that night, but deep down I already knew the answer.

I'm starting to get addicted to this girl, and I have to stop before it becomes an obsession. Again.

J U N E
Present time

"Are you okay?" A girl's voice asks disturbingly from behind me. I turn my chair and look straight into Leah's big brown eyes. She lifts her head and raises her brows, looking at me concerned. She's checking on me almost every hour since I heard Charlie was acting so weird. "I'm still fine, Lee. Just like an hour ago," I laugh and send her a blow kiss before turning my chair back to my desk.

As sweet as she is, I think she's a little overreacting. In fact, I think the whole situation is exaggerated. We had a great time last night and we even talked about a second date, so why would he suddenly change his mind?

I do not believe it, and I do not want to believe it either.

Pushing back the possibility of Charlie losing interest, I work with Jace on the upcoming episodes. We're brainstorming new ideas to bring in, and it's going so well that I don't even notice Quinn coming in and taking the seat next to me. "Junes?" She waves her hand in front of my eyes to take me out of my concentration. I pluck out my earphones and look up at her in surprise before checking my watch to see that we have been working for two hours straight.

"Oh sorry, hey." I take off my glasses and stretch myself out. Sitting on the same chair for five hours in total is not really comfortable. "Shall I make you some coffee?" I offer, shoving papers and pencils away to make some room on the desk. Quinn shakes her head. "Nah thanks, I won't stay for long. Just came here to see at what place y'all make those incredible scenes I just saw."