A Movie of Our Own (wlw)

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Brooke

I always know how to read people, read certain situations, but I just can't put my finger on this one.

I'm in the car at the moment returning home from dinner.
The rest of the dinner went well after Charlotte left, and I was able to talk to a few people and network and get some business talk done, but it wasn't very interesting at all.

And if it wasn't for Charlotte telling me she was going to that dinner, I wouldn't have gone at all. I really just went to keep an eye on her, because I had this gut feeling that Charlotte wouldn't be able to go on her own. Or maybe I wanted to go just because she went. It was nice to have someone else I knew there rather than my father. And I was glad I went. But I'm still left with this big question mark. Why would Charlotte run out so suddenly?

And it's no question that she was crying once I entered that bathroom.

She tried to hide it, but she can't hide that around me.

Maybe it had something to do with my dad? I mean all he did was put his arm around her, and I don't think Charlotte would've been alarmed by that, even if she doesn't like physical touch.

And even before the arm, she was getting teary eyed.

"We are here." I hear the driver speak up once the car comes to a stop.
I quickly went into my pocket and pulled out some cash and paid the driver and stepped out of the car to the lobby to get ready to slump in bed.

"Hello Travis." I greet the tall brunette haired security guard.

We've been nice friends for the time I've lived here. Even if I don't really "live" here, he's still happy to see me and greet me when I come.
He's really the only friend I have so I don't hold back when it comes to telling him certain stuff.

"You never told me who Charlotte Evans is to you." He says, his deep voice making him seem so much more serious.
"I told you Travis, she's a friend that's staying at my place because she had nowhere else to go." I say shrugging my shoulders.
"Just making sure because she definitely isn't the first girl I've seen come over." He laughs at me.

"Haha." I roll my eyes.

"That girl is as straight as a line, I'm telling you." I shake my head.
"Anyways, I'm going to head up now, and have a good night." I say patting his shoulder.

"You too Brooke." He says back as I head towards the elevator.

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The door handle beeps, indicating that the door is unlocked and I open the door and close the door behind me and take off my shoes at the door.

I see Charlotte's heels right here too so that shows that she made it home safe. Thank god. Maybe I should've called her but I'm not sure if she wanted to hear from anyone tonight.

I then walk down the hallway and turn to the kitchen. I get myself a glass and put water in there. I stand at the kitchen island and sip on my water, admiring the city view from the tall windows that surround the place. I then notice that the fireplace is on. Strange, I rarely ever use it, only in the winter when I'm here for small breaks. I then palace the glass on the counter then walk over into the living room area to turn off the fireplace. I then pass by the couch and reach the fireplace. I turn it off then turn around to walk back to the kitchen. But I'm shocked to see Charlotte dead asleep on the couch. She's wrapped in one of the throw over blankets that I use for decoration for the couch and I see she's in one of my random t-shirts.

Oh Charlotte.

I walk over to Charlotte and take her into my arms, "princess style, being cautious to not wake her up. I then walk over to the stairs slowly and walk up the stairs with a sleeping Charlotte still in my arms. I look down at her face for a second and I can't believe she sleeps in such a calm manner.