𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭, charles

❝ nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be so hard. ❞
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"I'm sorry, what?" I spit into my phone, my eyesight on the TV as the episode of Rachel and Ross breaking up rolls. They broke up and got back together years later, maybe there is hope for me and Mais.

"Son copain nous a invité a les joindre, Lando et Alex viennent aussi. (Her boyfriend invited us to join them, Lando and Alex are coming too.)" He repeats with more details.

"Pourquoi? (Why?)" I frown, weirded out by that idea. I mean, I'd drop everything to be with Maisie right now. But why did her current boyfriend invite her past boyfriend to hang out with?

And how come Maisie accepted? After the morning we had yesterday, I was pretty sure she wouldn't want to see me again, bringing up old memories.

"Je sais pas, il est bizarre. (I don't know, he's weird.)" He mumbles in a more discreet voice.

"Je parle Français, idiot, eh? (I speak French, idiot, eh?)" I recognize Maisie's voice in the background. My God, how much of an idiot is he!?

"Oh, yeah, right." Pierre mumbles, I'm sure avoiding her stare.

I hear footsteps as the call goes quiet before Maisie's voice comes louder in the speaker. "Tu peux venir comme tu peux ne pas. Mais si vous venez, vous ouvrez pas votre bouches sur n'importe se qui c'est passé entre moi et toi, que ce soit hier ou avant. (You can come or not, it's the same. But if you guys do, you better keep your mouth shut about me and you whether it's about yesterday or the past.)" She hisses.

That was harsh.

If she really was happy and confident of her relationship, why would she worry about me so much?

I just don't understand. When we were in love, even beforehand, we never dropped a single lie to each other. Now, she claims to love this guy, but keeps hiding stuff from him.

In my opinion, it's not true love. We're true love. We're the only right thing. She just needs to realize that.

"Oui, madam. (Yes, ma'am.)" I mumble, her harsh tone still scaring me a little. She is Olive's cousin after all, there has to be some kind of common gene in that area.

"Jeez." Pierre mutters under his breath.

"Charles, I'm serious." Her voice is strict. "He can't know." There's something else in her tone. I won't say a word, I'd never if that's what she wants. But why does she care so damn much?

I reassure, "I got it, Freckles."

"Don't call me that." That actually crushes me. Our thing. She's my Freckles. I'm her Charlie. I never let anyone call me that because it's hers. "Not in front of him." She adds.

I gulp. "Okay." What else can I say? No? You'll always be Freckles to me?

"Now come here, your hoarse voice is worrying me, are you sure you're okay?" Her voice somehow softens. Now, that's my Freckles.

"I'm coming." I wasn't planning to. An evening where I'm alone and have to watch Maisie with her new boyfriend? That's like my worst nightmare. But the second those two words 'come here' left her mouth, I just knew I wasn't going to disobey.