peace | pedro pascal

ix. get out !

An immense pressure woke Charlotte up that morning, she felt as though she had piles of blankets on top of her. She attempted to toss and turn but to no avail, her best friend Maeve was laid on top of her. "Bloody Maeve! Get Off!" She cried as she used her hands to push her once sleeping friend off of her and onto the other side of the bed, "This is why you always get your own bed. Might as well have had an umbilical cord attached to me with how clingy you get in your sleep."

"You love my cuddles!" Maeve groaned, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she sat up with wild hair. "Plus! It's your birthday! You needed loads of cuddles for sure!"

"She's up!" Charlotte heard whoops and rushing of stomping as if someone were running to her room in the hallway, she groaned as she pulled the blanket over her face, wanting to avoid whatever her brother wanted to annoy her with, "Happy Birthday Twinsie!" Emery squealed as he jumped onto the bed, as if he were a child on Christmas morning. no

"Seriously?" Charlotte groaned, taking the blanket off of her head and glaring at her brother before kicking him off of the bed. He stumbled upon the floor with a huff and pouted a bit while he looked to his older sister. "Get out so we can get dressed," She instructed, her brother not listening until she finally screamed "Get out!"

"Can't imagine growing up with him!" Maeve exclaimed as she got out of the bed, looking through her bag for the clothes she brought for the day.

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to." Charlotte huffed before sliding off of her bed and onto the floor, laying there as a sign that she didn't want to start her day quite yet. She still did, despite her unwillingness to, for her brothers enjoyment mostly.

The day went exactly how Charlotte had expected. The twins fought over what exactly to do, Charlotte wanting to go to the beach, Emery wanting to bike on the trail. Eventually, they did the latter, Charlotte was convinced that Emery always got what he wanted simply because he was younger than her. She was glad he got what he wanted because when it came to dinner time, he was willing to compromise on where they would go to eat.

The five sat around the table as the waiter poured some type of red wine into their glasses, Charlotte was surprised that Dylan was drinking. If he was as old as he acted, which was about as old as a fifteen year old, he wouldn't be able to. Nevertheless, everyone was enjoying their time together, having a couple of laughs and even the twins getting along for most of the time.

"So, Charlotte, any big plans for you in the works?" Dylan asked as he sipped on his wine, the table stopped their side conversations and the light was shone on Charlotte. She felt her body heat rise at least ten degrees and mouth began to dry, she didn't know why but she always felt like it was bad luck to talk about possible roles before you got them.

"Well, turns out that I actually have a role for a movie here. It's going to be taking place in the outback. The scene I read was pretty good, I am excited to hear back." Charlotte explained, downing the rest of her wine as she explained to the group. They nodded in response, their reactions seeming so-so due to the fact that she hadn't actually gotten it yet.

Maeve's eyes lit up and she grabbed her best friend's arm, Charlotte turned to look at her with fear in her eyes, as if Maeve were dying or something. "No way! I auditioned for that. It's like about a group of friends. All female lead, really feminist." She turned to the others as she explained more about the roles.

"Wow! That's really exciting! Who knows maybe they'll screen test us and we'll be cast due to our chemistry." Charlotte raised her eyebrows at Maeve, wiggling her shoulders as she danced in excitement.

Maeve leaned over to give Charlotte a kiss on the cheek, leaving a bit of residue there from her pink lip gloss, "I'll pray for it." She stated, receiving a smile from the counter.

Dylan nodded looking to the other men of the table as if he were checking to see if he weren't the only one feeling left out of their little interaction, needless to say, he wasn't. "That's really exciting! Good for you two!" Carlisle and Emery shared their excitement for the two of them, as well as giving words of encouragement.

Charlotte had to admit, she had never been this drunk in front of her father. This was only the third bar they had been to, but she swears Emery is trying to get her to take twenty-two shots, to commemorate their age. She fought him through this, the entire time, lord knows that Charlotte couldn't take more than seven before being absolutely incapacitated. She believed she was on the fifth when she looked to her father, sitting next to her at the bar as Maeve, Dylan, and Emery danced. "Dad, do you think Mom would be proud of me?"

Carlisle was taken aback, he was the driver for the night and completely sober, he wasn't used to his daughter being so open about her mother. "Yes darling, she would be more than proud. She loved you so much, I think she had the name 'Charlotte' picked out way before she ever told me she was pregnant." His voice was grim as he thought about his once-girlfriend. They dated for two years before the unplanned pregnancy had popped up, but in that time Carlisle had no doubt that he would marry her, unfortunately he never got to.

"Thanks Dad. You know I won't break into sobs if you talk about her, right?" Charlotte asked, rubbing her eyes then drinking some of the water that her father had gotten her.

"I know. I just worry, like most fathers do." Carlisle said as he looked upon his daughter. Finding comfort in the fact that the light in her eyes shone so brightly, a symbol that she still had hope for the future, that she wasn't as broken as he had once thought.

The night continued on and it was hitting 1 A.M as Charlotte was dancing with Dylan and Maeve. She wasn't going to lie to herself, the alcohol made her a bit more flirty than usual and she found herself getting closer and closer to Dylan as they danced. She allowed herself to wrap her arms around his neck as she swayed her hips, she was probably not the best dancer in the bar, but she currently didn't have a card in the world.

"Charlotte, I'm gonna get a drink! I'll be right back!" Maeve shouted as she left the two dancing together, rolling her eyes at the fact that she knew how embarrassed Charlotte would be in the morning.

Charlotte tended to be the type to do first and think later, it often got her into trouble, and she never seemed to learn. Dylan and Charlotte's eyes seemed to connect, speaking to each other without having to say a word. The tension between the two was definitely not one sided, and Charlotte felt her face being drawn towards his. She felt as though she needed this, to be reminded that she was desirable, that she was wanted. Especially after what Pedro had said to her. She let the man slip her mind, after having been on it for the past week, as her lips collided with Dylan's. Shivers went down her spine due to the connection but an internal alarm went off as he pulled away.

Dylan looked mortified, Charlotte not being sure if it was at her or at himself. He ran a hand through his hair as his face now filled with guilt, "I'm sorry Char, I have a girlfriend."

Charlottes face went white, having never been a home wrecker before, her mind went through endless scenarios in one second. "Fuck." She spoke before running out of the bar, possibly out of embarrassment or anger in herself.