'KIARA, I'M SORRY.' i hear charles speak up as i turn around, seeing the destruction i just caused by uttering those 3 words to arthur.'save it. i should've known there was something going on between you ever since–'
'kiara!' charles quickly interrupts, making me furrow my brows between the two. i hear a quiet chuckle from beside me and i turn to look at arthur.
'i really am sorry arthur.' i say, more quietly to him as he gives me a small smile and i feel a weight relieved off my chest.
'it's okay, théa. you're my best friend, i can't blame you for not having feelings in return.' he says and i give him a sad smile before wrapping my arms around his shoulders in a hug which he returns. 'however, i'm gonna leave because as much as i'd love to see this play out, i'd much rather save myself the headache.' he whispers in my ear as i giggle and we pull away.
'i think that's a good choice.' i say to him with a smile as kiara storms inside and charles follows her. i bid goodbye to arthur before walking after the couple and her eyes flick between charles and i.
'did you know that he called me by your name once?' kiara asks me as i furrow my brows. 'actually, not once but multiple times.'
'théa–' charles begins but i put my hand up to stop him.
'so are you breaking up or what?' i ask them both as charles looks at me a little confused.
'yeah, we are.' kiara answers for him. 'you can have him for all i care.' she mutters under her breath as she gathers her belongings and storms out, slamming the door behind her. i stifle a laugh as charles shoots daggers at me for a split second before his facade cracks.
'finally.' he laughs and i fake a gasp as i walk around to him.
'charles leclerc! are you happy after your break up?' i tease as he wraps his arms around my waist and i wrap mine around his shoulders.
'i am actually.' he replies before pecking my lips.
'and why's that?' i question.
'because that means i can get the girl i've always wanted but never had the balls to ask out.' he confesses as my brows furrow, realisation dawning on me.
'it was you!' i yell as now he looks at me confused. 'all those years ago in high school when someone left a note in my locker! it was you!' i exclaim excitedly as he gives me a small chuckle, clearly remembering it too.
'shit, it was. valentine's day.' he recalls as i giggle.
'you idiot, i told hugo i had a stalker.' i say and he shrugs.
'why do you think we got allard to fall into the pool?' he questions as i gasp dramatically.
'you blamed it on him?' i say and he just laughs.
'i couldn't tell your brother i had a crush on his sister. he was so protective of you he would've decapitated me on the spot.' he jokes as i laugh a little.
'well, you're not wrong.' i shrug and he smiles before kissing me again.
'so, théadora celine dubois.' he begins and i feel my stomach explode with butterflies. 'would you like to go out on a date with me?'
i take a moment to think. 'well, i don't know, don't you need some sort of grieving period over your ex?' i deadpan and he rolls his eyes. 'i'm joking, of course i would.'
'great. tomorrow, at 7.' he announces and i nod with a smile.
'whatever you say, leclerc.' i speak as i kiss him on the lips again.
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I HEAR A knock sound from my door as i finish strapping up my white heels. i'm wearing a soft pink dress with heels, my hair in its natural curls as i walk over to the door and charles's jaw drops a little as he looks me up and down. 'holy shit.' he whispers under his breath.
'good evening to you too.' i joke as his eyes meet mine again and he presses his lips to my cheek.
'you look incredible, théa. are you ready to go?' he questions me and i nod as we walk downstairs and my eyes land on the huge bouquet of dahlias on the counter. i gasp quietly as i walk over and look over them.
'dahlias? how did you know they were my favourite?' i question and he shrugs.
'i just do.' he shrugs and i raise a brow at him.
'they're beautiful, charles. thank you.' i say and he smiles at me.
'shall we go?' he questions and i nod.
'where are we even going?' i ask and he smirks as he takes my hand and we leave.
'you'll see.' he replies as we get into his personalised ferrari and he drives off, heading towards the beach.
as we arrive, he opens the door for me and lets me out as i give him a small thank you. 'what are we doing here?' i ask as we walk down the dock, our hands still interlocked.
'well, i know how much you like going on a yacht.' he shrugs as we walk up to one of his own and i gasp a little.
'no way. we're going on a yacht for our first date?' i ask and he nods as he gets on it and offers me a hand, helping me up. 'this is insane.' i say and he smiles as we walk over to where there's spots to sit. i see a few plates and some food as he starts driving the yacht away from the dock and out towards the sea. 'i'll be honest, i'm impressed.' i say and he laughs.
'that's all i ever want to hear from you, théa.' he jokes as i lean back, getting comfortable on the seats.
'excuse me?' i say with a laugh.
'you're a harsh critic, amore. all i ever want to do is impress you.' he shrugs as i raise my brows a little.
'that's cute of you charles.' i tease and i can practically feel him roll his eyes. he reaches a spot where he stops driving, instead coming and joining me in the back over a table where he pours us glasses of wine and we make conversation whilst eating and drinking. honestly, this is the best date i've ever been on and i get to stare at charles' beautiful face with no shame. bonus points!
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'i think this has been the best date i've been on.' i say to him as he looks down at me and gives me a smile.
'really?' he questions, surprised, as he holds my hand and we walk into his house.
'well don't be so surprised, charles.' i joke and he laughs.
'i already told you, you're a harsh critic.' he shrugs and i laugh with him as i leave my heels by the door after having discarded of them in the car. 'but i'm glad you enjoyed it, théa.' he says as he turns me around to face him. his eyes flick between mine and my lips before he kisses me harshly and i return it with the same energy.
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عاطفيةᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴇʀʀᴀʀɪ ❤︎ 'ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴ', ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴀᴄʜɪɴ' ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴠᴀᴄᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪ...