We Are Dreamers

Entry Nine: Charmian 'Charlie' Ross

~×Your voice only trembles when you try to speak.×~

As I stood there, hands fisted at my sides, I had to keep from blowing my top. I specifically told my cousin not to let anyone sleep in my bed. We had a couch for that shit. And yet here I was, in my room, watching as a lump under my covers began to move around. My keys drop to the carpet floor, making a dull thud like sound, if my entering my room didn't alert the intruder then the drop of my keys sure did. Because the lump had stopped moving but did nothing else. I was already aggrieved as is so when the seconds ticked by, I finally reached out and grabbed the blankets before ripping them off.

"Who the fu-"

With my covers on the floor now, I was staring down at the person laying in my bed. My heart pounds heavily in my chest as my fingertips begin to tingle, I knew by the end of the night my whole body would be covered in the same sensation but a lot intense.

"Hi Y/n..."

"Why are you in my bed, Charmian?"

"Oh so I'm back to first name basis now?"

I grunt at her response and turn around to walk out of my room. I wasn't really in the mood to deal with her nor the conflicting feelings that stirred within my chest. Not even two steps and she was grabbing onto the back of the hoodie. I stupidly stop, since it was her way of telling me to stop without being verbal and my body obviously still wasn't over her. My eyes shift down just as her hands begin to slide around my back and over my stomach. I have to swallow back the lump that began to form in my throat when I'm pulled back against her front and her face is pressed to the spot between my shoulder blades. She was always shorter than me, something I love a lot about her.

"I miss you..."

"Why are you here? And how did you get in my room, let alone my house?"

My stomach fluttered when I felt her lips press a kiss to the side of my jaw before whispering the answer into my ear. A shudder races down my spine for it.

"Your cousin let me in."

Stupid brat, always trying to do the right thing and interfere with my love life. I glared at her door that sat just across from my room as my hand gripped the door handle tightly, prepared to slam it.

"Okay, you've answered part of the question, now answer the rest so you can leave."

Her arms tightened around my stomach which brought me in closer, I bit back the whine that wanted to escape and instead clench my jaw a few times out of irritation. Why wasn't she getting the hint?

"Y/n, please. I just want to talk."

"And I want to smoke a blunt and pass out so I can end this shitty day and start over." I say, a bit of venom in my tone. When she doesn't move or let go, I sigh and shut my bedroom door. "But it looks like I'm not even gonna get to do that until you leave so..."

I grab her hands, they still feel as soft as silk, pushing the thought away and pulling them from my body as I step out of her hold. She made a disappointed sound but I ignored it and walked over to my desk to sit in my computer chair. Our eyes meet and I have to seriously pull out all the reasons why I'm so mad at her or I'd be over there hugging her silly because; one: I missed her and two: she looked both guilty and ashamed. Good, she hurt me first now she gets to feel at least a quarter of what I felt when I found her that night. When I don't say anything and just cross my arms over my chest, she sighs and moves to sit on the foot of my bed so we are facing each other.

"Look..." she began. I watched as she rubbed her palms on her thighs, a sure sign she was anxious. "...what I did to you, that night, I wasn't in the right headspace. I was drunk and I was still dealing with my PTSD bullshit."