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in all of what happened, harley made sure to steer clear of charles lennon. at school, and outside.

and he knew, he watched her force past him in every circumstance needed, and he resented ronnie for saying such a thing.

did he say that? yes, of course he did. but did he mean it? no, of course he didn't. speaking on the phone with such an uptight girl, he needed to be careful with his words, and as he took a step back, looking at it, he realized he was just in the wrong.

not for saying that, for being with ronnie.

on this particular night, charles sat on her couch, fixing his hat and his jacket in which he shifted uncomfortably in.

ronnie played faint music as charles waited for her to finish her makeup, and he watched the television in her room closely, his mind completely on harley and how bad he felt. first, the camera, now this.

maybe it was the universe telling him the last person he needed to be associating with was harley deluca, that she wasn't healthy for him. but he didn't mind that.

"i wanted to talk." he spoke suddenly, his deep voice raspy from these being his first words in a while, ronnie turned her stereo down a bit, turning and watching him closely.

"about? about the party tonight?" she asked, fixing her t shirt she wore that originally belonged to him.

he shook his head, and he rubbed his hands on his knees after fixing his hair. "listen, i understand me being around with harley wasn't right for us." he said softly, and ronnie's eyes softened into a small glisten, seeming very happy to hear these words leave his mouth.

"but neither is this." he shrugged, and he patiently awaited any words from this girl as she cocked her head, laughing.

"what?"

"we've been seeing each other since school started, it's just - "

"it's just harley deluca's better? more interesting cause she's got a dead brother, huh?" at first, charles didn't want to be mean. he was trying to break it to her gently as he waited for her to focus on anything but herself, but now as she stood, infuriated as she spoke, he nearly felt himself blow up.

and he didn't quite know how to respond, what to say to defend the deluca's name, so he just went off.

"because you suck, and wouldn't even be interesting in any circumstances. not to anyone but yourself." he took himself up and walked to the door of her bright pink bedroom, and ronnie followed him downstairs until he exited the house.

she stood at her front door, yelling and yelling for him until he turned.

he walked over until they were face to face, one foot apart and he stared at her for a few seconds before speaking. "don't ever talk about her or oliver like that again."

ronnie seethed, and she was quiet, staring back up at him but with a quick spiteful smile, she slapped him right across the face.

charles kept his calm now, and he made his way back to his car, slamming the door shut once he was inside and making sure to speed off.

and now, he was stuck. because now, charles lennon was wondering what exactly would help this, would help him and harley. he drove around town, suffering the heavy winds and it sprinkled outside for as long as he could remember. he stopped at a flower shop, which was the most out of character thing ever, and picked some flowers before driving over to her house.

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