Cigarette, daydream and poetry ( A DPS fanfiction ) Charlie x OC

Last night

They decided to walk back to Welton, through the snow that brought a kind of clarity to the town while soothing their hearts. The whole group had met Chris, who was accompanying Knox (even more bets were exchanged). Margaret was delighted to have another girl in the group, and she quickly understood what attracted Knox to her. Indeed, she was beautiful. On the way back, Charlie expressed his concern for Neil and his desire to punch his father.

"He had no right to talk to you that way!" Charlie fumed.

"Understand him... I don't make it easy for him..."

"Understand him?!"

He stopped and gently took Margaret's arm, continuing:

"Mag, you are the most incredible girl I've ever met. You... you are so beautiful and so intelligent, much more than me, by the way."

"Charlie, I'm far from perfect, I..."

"No one is! And your flaws that you try to hide only make you more endearing. That annoying little noise you make when you laugh, the way you keep fiddling with your hair, your jealousy, your pride, not to mention that habit of hiding all your feelings and emotions—all those things make me love you even more."

Margaret couldn't find anything to say. She looked at the boy in the eyes; no one had ever told her such things before, no one had ever loved her like this. She wanted to tell him she felt the same way, but the words wouldn't come out. As she got lost trying to find those words, tears rolled down her cheeks. Seeing them, Charlie didn't need her to say anything and gently wiped them away before planting a kiss on her forehead. They caught up with the rest of the group, not letting go of each other's hand for a single moment.

They arrived at the cave and asked Mr. Keating to preside over the meeting for them. Entering the cave, they saw Todd all excited, mimicking boxing moves.

"Next time, that's how I'll greet Neil's father!"

"I'd gladly follow you, Todd!" said Charlie.

Everyone sat down, and Keating read the text of the Bull that Neil usually read at the beginning of each meeting. For the first time, Todd asked to read a poem he had written. The young boy had grown up, and as he read his text, Margaret could see that he was going to become a great man, like Mr. Keating. She looked at her friends in turn and realized the same thing—they had enjoyed their lives and would continue to do so. They would live, and Margaret was perfectly convinced that everything would be fine for them.

Todd finished his poem, and everyone applauded. The young girl even hugged him as if he were the little brother she never had. The meeting continued, and Keating encouraged the group to dance and play in the snow. They left the cave and sang and danced together, invoking the spirit of "Carpe Diem." They felt alive again. It reminded Margaret of the day when Meeks and Pitts managed to get their radio to work for the first time. She danced with Todd and Mr. Keating, in whom she saw a father figure she never had, perhaps explaining the failure of her many love stories—but not this one, no, not today! That night, she wanted to live and love.

Charlie spun her in the air and kissed her passionately, making all their friends whistle and applaud. Margaret approached Meeks and Todd and whispered:

"I saw Knox and Chris kissing; you owe me five dollars."

She counted her money after that and realized these bets had earned her twenty dollars, which put her in a very good mood. She thought she should bet more often.

The night seemed to last forever. They had so much fun and quickly forgot about the rest of the world; only the little woods of Welton existed. A snowball fight broke out almost naturally. Their teacher and the girls, along with Todd, faced the rest of the group. Todd was ruthless alongside Keating, and Chris barely dared to throw a snowball. So, Margaret decided to cover her and faced Knox and Charlie, who couldn't manage to hit her. Suddenly, the young girl received a snowball to the head and fell to the ground. Charlie rushed to her and apologized, but Margaret was laughing. To get revenge, she made her boyfriend fall beside her. Like two little children, they wrestled in the snow, trying to prevent each other from getting up. Charlie ended up on top of the young girl, and seeing her soft lips so close to him, he kissed them tenderly, and she returned the kiss with love.

The evening came to an end. Keating went to get his car, Knox escorted Chris, and Charlie climbed the tree with Margaret. They entered the room together and closed the window. Margaret took off her coat, and Charlie helped remove the remaining snowflakes from her hair, which he found extremely cute. The teenager sat on her desk to be at the boy's height, looked him in the eyes, and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Tell me something I don't know about you," Margaret whispered.

"You already know everything about me..."

"There must be something you've never told me."

"Well, do you remember the rock lessons we took together?"

"How could I forget? Yes, I remember."

"I used to practice secretly at night to impress you on the day."

Margaret had to place her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter and placed a hand on Charlie's cheek.

"That's absolutely adorable."

"Your turn... tell me something unspeakable."

"Um... I had a friend whose parents owned a tattoo machine, and she had never tested it on anyone... so, as you can guess, I volunteered for her to use it and..."

"So, you have a tattoo?"

"Yes," she replied, hiding her face, red with shame.

"Can I see it?"

She stared at him, wondering if he was serious—he was. She unbuttoned the bottom of her shirt, revealing her tattoo on the lower right side of her belly. It was a small, discreet heart. Charlie stifled a laugh upon seeing it.

"It's adorable," he commented.

She smiled and suddenly, Charlie leaned down and placed a kiss on her tattoo which made the young girl shudder. He loved seeing the reactions she had to his touch, he loved touching her, he wanted to cherish her, he wanted to make her understand how much he adored her. He carried Margaret to her bed and kissed her there. She was hesitant, she had never been this far with a boy, each of his gestures, each of his kisses that began to take refuge in her neck, each of his actions made her tremble and as he slipped his hands under his shirt, he stopped and asked:

- If you don't agree, we don't do it.

- No Charlie, that's not it...

- I just want you to be sure this is what you want.

- I'm just afraid that you won't like what you see...I'm afraid that you won't love me anymore after tonight..

- Margaret Perry, there is nothing about you that could displease me or convince me to stop loving you, I swear.

She hesitated for a few seconds and ended up confiding in him, she kissed him and let the night carry them away.