Lavender Hazed

"Hey, do you want to just...go somewhere, together?" Is how it all starts. Charlie's sitting on the kitchen countertop as Nick is making them tea and it startles him so much that he freezes for a moment before he turns to the other. "Come again?"

"I mean, I know it sounds stupid-" Charlie looks down, picking at the threads of his jeans as Nick watches him earnestly. "-but I've always kind of had this fantasy that once I found the right person, that we could just...don't know, run off together. Be somewhere for a weekend or forever and pretend we never have to come back."

He's quiet for a minute more, before he scoffs and shakes his head, the whimsy note to his voice long gone as "Actually, no, forget about all that, it's really dumb."

"Well..." Nick starts and Charlie's head snaps up so fast that it sounds like a thunderclap as he continues, biting his lip. "...it's really not a good idea considering we have school tomorrow, but if you wanted to..."

"No, no, forget it love." Charlie puts on one of his patented "pretend I'm dumb so I don't look sad" smiles and flashes it in Nick's concerned face. "M' just having a moment."

Nick doesn't forget it so easily. Charlie just said that Nick is the one and he wants to just run away with him and disappear for a while? Nick's entire emotional complex is affected by just that one sentence alone, even with the implications attached to it.

He doesn't say anything more about it when Charlie's there, knowing that pushing it would be asking too much of the other boy, but it doesn't leave him. It jumps around his brain space, bouncing on every wall as it fills him with ideas. Non Nicholas Nelson ideas, mind you. So he does what Nick Nelson might be known for doing best other than rugby. He plans.

This will be interesting...if he can pull it off.

Charlie being shaken awake is how his Monday starts.

He's not expecting it, but then he groans, thinking it's Tori or worse, his mother. However, the following 'psst!' that follows the shaking motion that returns a minute later makes him squint, before he blearily opens his eyes and finds it's still rather dark outside. He's about to absolutely rip into Oliver (because why wouldn't it be Oliver?) for waking him at some ungodly hour before they're supposed to be awake, but Nick's face swims into his vision and his brow draw inwards, confused. "Nick?"

Nick, or whatever apparition from his dreams that has appeared as Nick, shushes him quietly again, before pulling the covers off of him. "Come on, before everyone notices. Get up."

Charlie allows himself to be dragged out of the blanket burrito he's made for himself, but he's still wildly unaware of exactly what the hell is going on. Nick putting his bedside lamp on and not the actual light perpetuates this and he can only stand there as Nick pulls his long unused duffel bag from its buried palace behind his shoes and starts chucking things into it. "Do you know where your good trainers are?"

"Uh...they might be downstairs, sometimes I leave them at the door, no wait, what is this?" Charlie's voice morphs into a panicked whisper, despite the automatic answer that came before it. Why is Nick acting so bloody strange? He thought he was the weird one in the relationship up to this point, but the way Nick looks to him right now is very different to the Nick Nelson that he knows (and has become acquainted with).

Nick frowns, seemingly not picking up on Charlie's concern. "Well that's no good then, we'll have to leave them. There's probably another pair of your sneakers here somewhere-" His voice becomes muffled and his hands dive into the closet momentarily again, before Charlie is shuffling over and grabs them, stopping him. "Nick, what the fuck."