[REPUBLISHED!!!]
Sooo this is basically a fanfic where you're Charlie's daughter lol.
⚠ IMPORTANT, READ ⚠
- Your pronouns are going to be she/her
- If you are a CG5 hater that says "OMG CG5 KILL MEMES HE'S THE MEME REAPER", don't even enter here.
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A blonde man with black glasses was driving through the streets of the snowy London, while his daughter was sitting in the back seats, entertaining herself with her tablet. Charlie was a figure skater, and he was in England to give a special performance with his team.
"How much left?" Y/N, his daughter, asked impatiently.
"Don't worry, we'll be there in three days," Charlie joked.
"Dad!" She frowned, "I don't find that funny!"
The man rolled his eyes. "Oh well, how bad."
"Can you please answer my question seriously?" the little girl asked, somewhat fed up with the situation.
"We will arrive in a few minutes, don't freak out..." He chuckled.
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Charlie was chatting with Euria, Kelly and Will, his skating partners. Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting on a bench, dying of boredom.
"Uuughh! I'm so bored!" she exclaimed with her hands on her face. "Dad!" Charlie completely ignored his daughter's call and continued talking to his friends, so the little girl decided to take more extreme measures...
Y/N kicked her father's right leg, he yelped in pain and looked at her completely indignant, "Ouch! Y/N Marie Green, you're in big trouble!"
"Uh? You okay, Charlie?" Euria asked, looking at her friend with an amused expression.
"Yeah, I'll be right back," Charlie said, grabbing Y/N's hand and leading her to a corner away from the others. "Hear me out, young lady; what is wrong with you?!"
"I'm bored and you don't pay attention to me!" the little girl answered, crossing her arms and looking at her father with her eyes half-closed.
"I'm sorry...? I'm about to have an important lesson, don't you see?" Charlie explained with a subtle tone of arrogance. "My profession requires a lot of practice, patience, time and-"
"Blah, blah, blah!" she interrupted him, "Your profession is boring! You should have been a singer or-"
"A singer?!" Charlie asked, amused and disgusted. "And what was I going to sing about? Five Nights at Freddy's? Eww..."
"The Living Tombstone did it and made a lot of money," Y/N said, shrugging.
"Yeah, I don't care about what they did, the point is that you," Charlie grabbed his daughter by the arm and sat her on the bench again, "Are going to stay here until my lesson ends, do you understand?"
