An Unseen World// Chris Lanzon and Ethan Karpathy Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

"So I dunno about you, but I'd much rather be anywhere else but here" I tell him. 

He raises an eyebrow and says "Honestly me too, but I don't think I'd be making a very good first impression on my teachers..." jokingly. 

"Well skip with me just this once, and I'll teach you everything you'll need to know about this place. What teachers are total assholes, Who's dating who, what things to NOT say to certain people, and I can even tell you what guys with faces like yours normally go after. And trust me, the teachers aren't who you should be worried about impressing."

"Sounds fun, and actually I saw someone this morning who I have my eye on..." he responds all giddy. He reminds me of a small child getting the gift they wanted so badly for Christmas. Eyes lit up and smiling ear to ear. "I'm sure she's great." I say. I mean come onnn there's this fucking god before me, of course he already has his eyes on someone. Not gonna lie, I'm a lil disappointed. 

"What about getting caught?"

"Well at this school they aren't super strict or anything, so as long as you leave before the first bell you're good."

We walk out the front gates, books in his grasp a camera and journal in mine. We silently go down a few streets... the silence wasn't awkward, it was just us together comfortable with each others presence. "Tell me about you." He says. "There's not much worth mentioning" I respond. He stops dead in his tracks slowly turns to me and says "I'm not going to accept that as an answer. Ever. Soooo you might as well speak up, because I have the feeling you don't do much of that." I was both dumbfounded and amazed of how strongly he felt on the topic. 

"My name's Charlotte Grey, I'm fourteen... my hair is a pain in the ass, I have an unhealthy adoration for cheesecake, I like butterflies, and vintage record shops are bad ass in my opinion. Urm, I have claustrophobia, emetophobia, ophthalmophobia, acrophobia, scopophobia, merinthophobia.. basically, I'm terrified of lots of things. I love love love theater. Huh, urm I think your accent is rad..." WHAT THE FUCK CHARLOTTE. COVER it up. COVER IT UP. " I have a serious case of wanderlust, I like to be free. Without Ethan I may not ever come back."

He looks in my general direction but doesn't quite make eye contact. " Rad huh?" He says softly and nudges my arm. "Yes, very." I respond feeling my face burn a dark Scarlet color. "Boyfriend?" He asks. "Huh?" "Is Ethan your boyfriend?" Hmmmmmmm why am I being asked this? "Oh no. He's the yin to my yang; the day to my night. If you know what I mean. We kind of balance each other out. He's the rock holding down the balloon. But one day there'll be a breeze and I'll float from anyone's grasp." "Keep talking, I like your voice." Is all he says. 

"You know how when you're younger they ask you what you want to be when you grow up? At six a horseback rider; at nine a veterinarian; at 14 I can't answer that simple question because... because it's not so simple anymore. Why do I have to have just one dream? Why can't I be an actress who loves journalism, is an ameteur photographer, a humanitarian, AND an activist. Why can't I fulfill more than one thing in my life? I want to make sure before I die I won't have regrets of the things I didn't do because I did them!" I heave out a large sigh and turn to face Chris.

He stares at me with what I believe to be... admiration? Nooo, he wouldn't. He also has his mouth agape. "S-sorry about ranting." I say deflecting any bad reaction he might have. " "don't be. Tha-that was... that was incredible." "Why are you looking at me like that?" I say before I start to blush. "I'm not entirely sure. I don't think I've ever given someone this look before..." he says in a lilting whisper. "Well I'm not sure you should waste that expression I see within the depths of your eyes on me of all people. There are others I'm sure are damn well more deserving of it." "I don't think that's true Miss. Grey." He says with a sly smile and a hint of flirtation extruding from his deep voice. CHARLOTTE WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK, STAPHHHHH!