A Movie Of Our Own

16

Brooke

I arrived a minute or two ago at Charlotte's house and now I was patiently waiting and sitting on her very comfortable couch for her to come back and return my jacket.

Now that I think of it, this wasn't as professional as I thought. I should've just asked her to drop the jacket off at set the following week. That would've been way easier than showing up at her house.

Now I sat down on the couch in her living room staring at the paused TV that was originally playing How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days — of course she was a romance kind of gal.

I then looked over to my right to see a black cat  strolling its way into the living room then over to me.

The cat then quickly jumped onto the couch climbing its way right next to me and cuddling itself into a small ball.

Cute, but weird.

I honestly never thought Charlotte was a cat type of person, maybe a bunny or dog, but definitely not a cat.

I didn't think she actually had the guts to have a cat, until now.

The cat seemed to like me but the cat could act like this with anyone. Considering Charlotte was probably a people person, the cat probably got used to all of the people being around.

I then looked back to the door to see Charlotte rushing back with my leather jacket in her hand.

The sight of the jacket making me remember the night of us sitting at the bar just having fun and talking.

After I had put the jacket on her that night I came to the realization that she looked good with it on.

It was a different kind of good though, like if I saw anyone else with that jacket on, I don't think I would've thought that. Either way, what were the chances, she always had to look good so it was probably normal for her to look good in anything.

"I'm pleasantly surprised." I hear Charlotte speak up from the door. She then leans onto the door frame with my jacket still in her hand as she stares back at me then to her cat.

"What surprised you so much?" I squint my eyes back at her as I lean into the comfort of the couch.

"That's my cat, Rue by the way, she hasn't violently attacked you yet, has she?" She lets out a small chuckle like she's genuinely surprised.

"She isn't like this with everyone?" I ask, pointing at the cat still cradled up beside me.

"Not at all. No matter how long she's known someone for, she always seems to never warm up to them. Well, except for me of course." She says in a playful tone.

I roll my eyes back at her.

"Seriously." She laughs.

"I mean she doesn't even like Lena that much and I've known Lena for some time now." She says now crossing her arms. "It's just weird not seeing her immediately jump to me when there's a complete stranger next to her, I think she hates me now." Charlotte then lets out a small pout.

I tense at the mention of Lena. Sudden thoughts and questions came back, intruding my thoughts.
How long had they known each other for? Were they even going anywhere? Did Lena even like Charlotte, like she had 'claimed' in the restroom?

Like I said before, I don't think Lena is ready for any kind of commitment anytime soon. So chances were that they knew each other for a while, but not for the longest time.

"One, I think I'm just very like-able and second, she does not hate you, she just happens to have very good taste in humans and likes me better." I say shrugging my shoulders.