The Gig (lrh)

Chapter 2- "Take It"

~Charlie~

The sun was even worse the moment I stepped outside and I immediately regretted my decision of not sending Christian to do it instead, but I didn't want to turn back, my pride levels being too high. So i powered through my head ache and opened the car door without even having to unlock the door which kinda surprised me. Christian always locked the car door. I pushed the thought out of my aching head and grabbed some sun glasses that were sitting on the dash, and winced as I pushed them onto the bridge of my nose, already forgetting about the whole key fiasco that went down not three minutes ago. Damn I was tired. And with that I was off  to find any corner store I could in the only slightly familiar neighborhood.

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I stopped at a gas station to be a somewhat descent friend and fill up Christian's car, when I decided to just get the stuff I needed there. After all, I didn't need much. Just some sort of carbonated drink, greasy food if they had any, and some sort of aspirin. I was about to walk in when I realized what I was wearing. My clothes from last night that reeked of sweaty teenagers and vodka burps, my dark brown hair was a tangled mess, and my face looked like it had just gone to Hell and back. But then it hit me. I didn't care. 

It's not like I was going to meet anyone special, right? Right? 

As I was walking through the glass doors that were labeled 'Entrance' I noticed three boys. Standing outside a van. The one farthest from had beautiful blonde hair and an eyebrow piercing. He was pretty damn cute if I do say so myself. The one standing across from him had long curly hair held up in a tiny bun, with the best damn smile. Also pretty damn cute. The last one had fluffy dark brown hair and piercing dark brown eyes, I noticed this as his eyes met mine through my sunglasses and I quickly averted my gaze from the group of attractive boys, hoping they didn't see the mess that was underneath my sunglasses.

I entered the store and immediately turned a corner, without even bothering to look at what was on the other side of the isle. Bad idea. As I turned, I abruptly crashed into a tall figure. "Shit sorry." I mumbled under my breath, just barely loud enough for him to hear. I looked up to meet his blue eyes, blond hair and a sweet smile. 

"Don't be," he insisted, "I should've been paying attention as well." he smiled at me again once his sentence was finished, which made my heart flutter. 

Okay Charlie, what the Hell is wrong with you?

I gave him a small nod and moved on down the isle whispering to myself, "What's with all the cute boys today."

Apparently, he must've heard me because he let out a small chuckle from behind me. Normally I would have flirted my shriveled little heart out, but something stopped me. Maybe it was because I had a hangover and I honestly couldn't be bothered or maybe it was just something about him. But why would it be him. I mean I flirted with guys literally every night constantly.

My thoughts were interrupted my my phone ringing from my back pocket. I pulled it out to read the contact name 'Trevor' on the screen. 

"What?" I sighed.

"CHARLIE!" He practically screamed into the phone. I pulled it away from my ear in pure, head throbbing agony. His alcohol tolerance was unfair.  "So Chris told me you were going to the store and I was wondering if you could pick me up some cranberry juice." I heard Christian groan in the background of the conversation at the use of the nickname he despised.

"Sure." I continued to the drink section in the back and grabbed a sprite for me and as I reached for the cranberry juice, it wasn't there. "They don't have anymore cranberry juice," I said back into the phone, "Would you settle for orange juice?"