Nightcrawler (A Slimecicle FF)

SIX

It was two days later, and Charlie had managed not to think about her while they were recording. He spent the day after trying to let loose, and he even went to the gym. He knew...well, he hoped, she'd be back soon. Maybe she'd make it a regular thing.

  Of course, it was probably just wishful thinking. 

  He wasn't surprised when Travis told the guys about Santana. Though Ted made a vow not to bring it up, Travis just couldn't keep his mouth shut. 

  Cooper and Noah laughed their asses off, thinking it was some sort of joke. Travis tried convincing them that it was true, but they didn't believe it. Schlatt, on the other hand, had a focused look on his face as Travis told the story, and he seemed to actually believe it. 

  Luckily, the subject changed quickly, and it wasn't brought up since. 

  So, two days later, Charlie sat in his room at his computer, live streaming Geoguessr with Schlatt and Ted. Charlie narrowed his eyes when there was a knock on his bedroom door, but they widened when he realized who it was. 

  Santana.

  It was a start. Even though she'd broken into his apartment, again, she didn't barge into his room. 

  "Schlatt, entertain my stream, I'll be back," Charlie pulled off his headphones and stood to his feet, brushing off his shorts and hoodie and trying to make himself more presentable before going to the door.

  He pulled it open a crack, just to ensure that nobody saw her. He was live, after all.

  "Hey," He leaned against the doorframe and smirked down at her. She wasn't wearing the same jacket, but instead she had a different leather jacket on and a dark-grey hoodie underneath. She had on her signature black skinny jeans, and dark biker gloves that covered her knuckles but showed her fingertips. 

  Even though she was trying to look badass, with her hood down she was gorgeous as ever. 

  "Am I interrupting something, or can I come in?" 

  Charlie cursed. "Well, I'm live right now, but—"

  "They can't see me, can they?" She glared at him and went to flip up her grey hood, but he held up a hand.

  "No, they can't, you're fine," He assured her. "Uh, here, take this and I'll be out in about half an hour."

  Charlie reached next to him and handed her the book that she'd been interested in the night before, but she frowned. 

  "Can I watch?" She crossed her arms and stared into his eyes, and he just couldn't say no. 

  "Okay. Let me turn off my camera for a minute," He sighed and went back to his desk, reaching up and turning off the camera before putting his headphones on for a brief moment. "Just a few more seconds, sorry."

  He set them back on the desk and jogged back over to the door, pulling it open wide enough for her to come in. 

  To his surprise, she pulled off her black jacket as she walked in, looking around at all of his decor and equipment and chuckling. 

  "Huh," She plopped down at the end of his bed and sat cross-legged on the blanket. "I'm not in view here, am I?"

  He cleared his throat and turned away, shaking his head. "Nope, you're fine."

  She held a thumbs up and leaned against the wall, looking down at her lap. Charlie noticed her hands clutch the comforter, brushing it as if it was the softest thing in the world.