We were halfway through our Disney movie marathon, Wall-E was just devastatingly electrocuted by Auto the autopilot, when Charlotte jumped up of the bed screaming, "I've got it! I've got it!" As she ran out the bedroom door and down the hall.
Well, so much for that dreadful hangover she had.
In a few minutes she came racing back into the room, a couple of sheets of paper and a huge black marker in hand, along with two huge cans of red bull.
"Uhm," I said.
"Patience, grasshopper," she told me, handing me a red bull while opening her own. "Uhm," I said again, "Are you sure that's a good idea." I pointed to the can of caffeinated energy in her hand, "last time I checked, nobody drinks red bull during a hangover, and I'm pretty sure there's a good reason for it."
She shrugged and took a huge gulp of her drink, "Hangovers don't last very long on me," she smiled, along up the marker and scribbling something on a sheet of paper.
I glared at her.
"What?!" She asked, and I continued to give her the biggest, baddest glare I could muster, "seriously, what?!" She asked again.
"You made me skip an entire day of school, to take care of your miserable booty, when your hangover lasted what," I looked my watch, "an hour and a half?!"
"You know, your probably the only person I know that doesn't enjoy skipping school. Learn to live a little, Mrs. Scrooge."
I frowned, and took a sip of my red bull, "what's all this for?"
"You'll see," she said, continuing to scribble on a sheet of paper. I rolled my eyes and went back to watching Wall-E almost die, have his memories erased and then get them back after saving an entire spaceship of humans and making a way out of his league robot, fall in love with him.
Damn these Pixar films, they get me right in the feels.
"Perfect!" She jumped off the bed and ran to her closet, digging through the piles of clothes, occasionally throwing a pair of jeans or a top onto the bed, before she pulled out a small black lacy piece of fabric and yelled "Eureka!!"
You know, for some reason, I think Archimedes would be very happy with Charlotte's use of that word if he saw what she was holding.
A pair of black lace thongs.
Yup, a pair of extremely small black lace thongs, which by the way, looked like it revealed a lot more than it covered.
I sat up straight, "Uhm."
"No, you don't wanna know." She said, holding the panties up like it was a gold Olympic medal.
I nodded, "do I wanna know why you pulled those out?"
She smiled wickedly, "Oh yes, get your keys, we've got work to do."
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Several hours later...
"Are you sure this isn't illegal? Cuz, the last time I checked, breaking and entering is pretty illegal!" I whisper-yelled into Charlotte's ear.
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