"Charlie, did you remember to bring the wine?" You asked him from the passenger seat, looking over at him.
Charlie sat in the drivers seat, hands gripping the wheel nervously, eyes studying the road. He was dressed in his nice black slacks, and white button-up, paired with his wool pea coat.
Henry sat in the back, also dressed in his best clothing. There was a whole tantrum just trying to get him dressed, but finally he agreed to put on the 'itchy' vest so he could bring his toys for the car ride.
You had struggled to pick out something to wear. You weren't sure what would look nice enough for dinner, but also professional enough that it didn't scream 'I'm fucking your ex-husband'. So, you decided on a simple black dress, booties, and cardigan.
"Yes, it's in the trunk." He assured you, giving you a small glance. You sighed in relief.
"Thank god," you mumbled, "are you sure we weren't supposed to bring something more? I swear we're forgetting something." You asked him nervously.
Charlie sighed. "No, honey, we're not forgetting anything." He assured you.
"You don't have to be so anxious, you know. You've been to one of these things before, it's no different. Just relax." He added, sympathizing with you.
You settled a little in the car seat you sat in. "You're right, I just can't help it." You sighed in defeat.
Charlie moved one hand off from the wheel, placing it on your lower thigh and squeezing softly, silently reminding you that it was going to be okay. You smiled a little at the gesture.
And although he made things feel okay in the moment, you couldn't deny the inkling feeling you had growing in your chest. You knew something wasn't right, but you tried your best to convince yourself it was just nerves.
When the three of you arrived to Nicole's mothers house, you were equally shocked and baffled at the size of it. You couldn't fathom people living in homes as large as this one, especially in the LA economy.
Charlie had recognized your face of shock, and chuckled at it. He explained to you quickly after that Nicole's family had all been actors and that they all had made names for themselves. He had also told you that Nicole's father was gay and had passed away, and that Nicole's mother was still coping till this day.
You sort of just nodded in response, stuck in this anxious haze as the three of you climbed the steps of the lavish LA home. Henry and Charlie were completely comfortable, which was understandable to you.
Knocking on the door with a closed fist, Charlie forced a small smile onto his face, his other hand tightly gripping the bottle of cheap wine he insisted on bringing. You and Henry waited by his side in anticipation, holding each s breath.
And then, the tall and wide white door of the large house swung open, revealing Nicole, standing there in all her motherly glory. Her blonde dyed hair was cropped short, and she wore a casual burgundy dress, the fabric wrapping and tying in the back.
She smiled warmly, shoulders settling a little. "Finally, I thought you guys would never show up. Dinners almost ready." She sighs.
Charlie chuckles. "Nice to see you too, Nicole." He chided, stepping into the familiar home. You and Henry quickly followed.
A gust of warm air washes over you, and your eyes search around the unfamiliar surroundings. Everything was so clean and prestige, the light fixtures gold and lit all honey yellow, nicely framed photos perfectly hung on the wall.
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PUT ME IN A MOVIE - Charlie Barber.
Fanfiction" Lights, camera, action....he didn't know he'd have this much fun..." Recovering from his divorce, Charlie had fallen into bad habits - smoking again, drinking again, and not prioritizing his time with his son, Henry. Charlie was desperate for a...
