Charlottetown (Probably on hold forever. Or whenever I decide to update.)

Chapter Two: Charlotte and Willis

Chapter Two: Willis and Charlotte

Willis Benedict sauntered down the streets of Charlottetown, a distinctive swagger in his step as he made his way over to the blacksmith shop to pick up nails to repair the barn. Willis knew he was handsome, with his medium brown hair laying lazily in his eyes and his tan skin flawless under the hot summer sun.

But there was a serious lacking of pretty girls in Charlottetown. Except for Charlotte Prescott, the mayor's daughter. With her thick, shiny, wavy blond hair and blue eyes, she was no doubt the prettiest girl in Charlottetown. Too bad she was untouchable and his father was determined marry him off to Felicity, the Chester's eldest daughter. Bob Benedict imagined a great legacy of farmers, and with the combined land of the Chester's and Benedict's farm it was possible.

But Willis didn't want to farm. He wanted to go to the city. But he was a poor farm boy, so what chance did he have of getting to the city?

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even realize that he was about to crash into Charlotte Prescott herself, who was also thinking of cities and the world outside of Charlottetown.

They crashed into each other, Charlotte falling on top of Willis in an awkward manner.

"Willis Benedict, would you watch where you're going?" Charlotte said, pushing herself up and unsuccessfully trying to get up.

"Ah, but Miss Charlotte, I meant for this to happen. You fell right into my trap." Willis said, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and securing her to him. Charlotte studied his eyes, trying to determine whether or not he was kidding.

"Willis, you are simply the most frustrating boy in all of Charlottetown! Unhand me at once!" She said in a dignified voice. He just smirked cockily and tightened his grip, not at all swayed by her uppity tone and thrashing. She was quite cute when she pretended she was better than everyone else.

"And you Miss Charlotte are the most beautiful girl in Charlottetown. Too bad." He said, shaking his head, feigning sadness and disappointment.

Charlotte stopped thrashing at once, putting her hands on either side of his head, seeing as they were both still on the ground.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Charlotte said, her tone demanding an answer. Willis smiled, knowing he had her exactly where he wanted her.

"Well, you see, proper young ladies like you would never sneak down to the creek with me after sundown. Too bad. I'll just have to ask Felicity instead." Charlotte narrowed her eyes, not pleased she was being compared to Felicity Chester.

"I sneak down to the creek all the time. Who says I wouldn't do that with you?" Charlotte said. She had never snuck out in her life, actually, but how was he to know that?

"Good. Then it's a date." Willis promptly got up, offering a hand to Charlotte. He then turned on his heel and sauntered over to the blacksmith shop, whistling.

"Wait, Willis, what did you mean-" Charlotte started, then clicked her mouth closed when her mother came strolling down the street with Lisette and Genevieve.

"Charlotte, why is there dirt on your dress?" Adeline said, frowning in disapproval. Charlotte looked back over to Willis, who was steadily making his way over to the blacksmith's.

Willis was very, very happy with his days work. Now all that was left to do was drop off his supplies to his father, then prepare for his date with Charlotte.

It took about twenty minutes to walk home. That gave him plenty of time to reflect on what he was about to do. He knew that Charlotte was going to be given away to a rich merchant in the near future, but he couldn't help not falling in love with the blonde-haired beauty that was Charlotte Prescott. A long-term relationship was impossible, but a guy could try, couldn't he?