The New Girl [On hiatus]

Getting Closer

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Charlie was only in my art class, but we found her at lunch and went out for sushi. I got to know her a bit better, and after discovering her awesome music taste, fabulous movie taste and love of sushi, I figured out we'd definitely get along. We even got assigned as partners for a new art project, so she was coming over tonight to start working on it.

After the last bell, I met Charlie back at the band room to grab my guitar and head out. I sent my mom a text to let her know I'd be having a friend over, and that she'd probably be staying for dinner. When I rounded the corner in the hall and saw Charlie, she didn't see me yet. I took a second to take in her petite figure, and her outfit once again. She turned and waved at me when she saw me, and I waved back.

"Ready to go?" I asked. She nodded. "Alright, let me just grab my guitar, and we'll be out. You're gonna love my car." She grinned at this.

As we headed out into the parking lot, we chatted about music, and the show on friday, and how long I'd been playing guitar. When I told her I'd been playing since I was 3, she seemed impressed.

"My dad played in a band when he was in high school. He was really young when my mom got pregnant, but he wanted to be the best father he could. I love them both to bits," I told her. She smiled at this, and got a really far away look in her eyes.

"Holy shit, that's your car!?" Charlie exclaimed. I'd unlocked it, and opened the trunk, as she stood there with her jaw gaping. I laughed at her expression, and threw my arm over her shoulders.

"Yeah, you like it?" I teased. "My dad and I basically rebuilt it from scratch. It's a great car." She laughed, and nudged me with her shoulder, then threw her stuff in the back and got in.

"So, tell me about yourself. I'd like to know more about you before I bring you into my house to kill me and my family," I winked. She tried to glare at me, but laughed and shrugged instead.

"Alright, well. My name is Charlotte Hanover, I'm 18, born on the 16th of March in 1995. My dad is an architect, and actually helped with the Dubai concept. He travels a lot, so I stay at home alone, a lot. Before this, we lived in Montreal, but don't ask me to speak french because I'm shit at it." this was said with a smile. "My mom was a practical nurse, but she died when I was 12. Car accident." This was said with a slight frown. She stopped speaking for a moment. "We got along really well, all of us, and now it's just me and my dad. We're closer than ever, and he tries not to travel too much. I like movies, and music, and tattoos. I only have a small one, on my ribs right now, but I love yours. There's more I could tell you, but I'll save that for later."

I looked at her, for a moment. Her bright blue eyes met my green ones, and I noticed flecks of gold that I hadn't seen before. She offered me a hesitant smile, and I returned it, and started the car.

"Well then, miss Hanover, I'm pretty sure you're not a mass murderer, so let's go!"

The rest of the short drive was filled with Charlie scrolling through my ipod connected to the stereo system I'd installed. We sang along loudly to some, and just nodded in rhythm to others. I felt like I'd known her for ages already, and it's great. I'm already so comfortable with her. I pulled into my driveway, and killed the engine, watching Charlie's face as she took in the mid-sized house. As far as houses go, it was nice, but there were definitely nicer.

"Let's go, I'll show you around before we get started."

I led her in through the front door, and then stopped off to the side, tour guide style. I took off my shoes and threw them in the closet, motioning Charlie to do the same.

"This, is the front entry way. Nothing to say about it. Follow me," I said, with a straight face. I could see her biting back a smile, so I turned and started down the hallway.