heads or tails // m.t + c.p [ discont. ]

Ch 0.2 • Hazel-eyes

I sat on our beige couch with my older brother Ryan, Justin had gone exploring or something. We were just watching TV when someone knocked on the door. I groaned muttering a quick, "I'll get it," and dragging myself up and towards the large, white painted oak door. The doorbell rang and I moaned while shouting, "I'm fucking coming!" I swung open the door aggravated by our intrusion on 'family time'. Facing me was Charlie- Charles. He was wearing his drivers attire and he stood looking equally as bored in front of me. "Charles," I growled.

"Ms. Trainor, I'm sorry, but you took my bag with you when you were unloading your things. I just came to get it," he uttered quickly with a fake smile.

"Ryan!" I shouted.

"What?!"

"You took Charles' bag, can you get it for me?!" we had a conversation while shouting from rooms, I was in the hall and he in the living room.

"Okay!" I heard shuffling and me Charles were left in an awkward silence, both of us tapping our feet, him on the concrete of outside and me on the hard wood floors. Neither of us enjoyed each others company very much.

"Hurry up!" I shouted exasperated, not liking all this time with Charles.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Ryan defended chuckling, emerging from the doorway with Charles' bag. Ryan handed it to me and I handed it to Charles.

"There you go," I smirked, "You can go now."

"Yep," he responded, popping the 'p', "It was great seeing you Ms. Trainor," he fake smiled with his usual dry sarcasm.

"Yeah, it was really awful. See you never Puth!" Then I shut the door and sighed with an eye roll. "Can we please watch TV now?" Ryan laughed his ass off while nodding.

"Yeah Meg, let's go watch TV." After a couple of hours my phone rang. I checked the caller ID: Emmy. I grinned and answered the call.

"Hey bish!" I exclaimed, happy as I hadn't spoken to her in a while.

"Meggle!" she responded, equally as happy. "So, I hear you're in town..."

"Yup! Just moved in, wanna meet up?"

"Always! Come to my place and pick me up; we'll go get coffee from Joey's."

"Just like old times then," I smiled, "Nothing's changed."

"Nope! See you in an hour?" She asked.

"Yeah, one hour and I'll be there. Love ya bish!"

"Love you too!" Then the call ended and I went to get ready. I was leaving the room when I remembered-

"Oh, Ry, call Charlie please, tell him to be here in a half hour?"

"Yeah okay Meg," he chuckled, "I'll call him." I left to go upstairs where I changed into a pair of leggings, my new sneakers and a hoodie. Just then the doorbell sounded and I skipped downstairs; happy to be seeing my best friend again. Sadly, I forgot about the arrogant, hazel-eyed boy who'd be taking me to her. I opened the door.

"Ms. Trainor, what will be your destination?"

"Hazel-Eyes! 92 princess boulevard." (A/N: I don't live in the U.S or anything if that's wrong!)

"Hazel-eyes?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Mhm," I hummed, smiling. He wasn't going to get to me, not right now. "So, we need to go pick up my best friend, and we need to be there in 15 minutes. In other words, let's go." I forced a tight-lipped smile and we went into the car. He got into his side and I got into mine, the drivers compartment was up, separating us, thank god. We pulled up at Emmy's place 10 minutes later and he honked the horn to get her out. She ran outside and into the car and then into my arms.

"MEGGLE!"

"I've missed you too bish but I can't breathe," I gasped chuckling.

"Oh, sorry," she loosened her grip. Suddenly the drivers compartment came down and Charlie faced us with a forced- practically plastic -smile.

"Hello Ms.-"

"Palmer, but you can call me Emmy."

"Ms. Palmer, where are you going today?"

"Uh, Joey's cafe please..-"

"Charles. Ain't that right hazel-eyes?" I teased him, and he sucked in a deep breath before letting out, showing he was trying to calm down. He forced yet another smile and looked up at Emmy.

"We'll be there soon ma'am, just enjoy the ride," he spoke annoyed and then the drivers compartment shut yet again. I rolled my eyes.

"Ignore him, he's just a bit of a dick," I sighed.

"Eh, I think he's nice. He is hot though!"

"He's not," I disagreed, wrinkling my nose.

"How do you not find that hot?!"

"I just don't," I giggled lightly, rolling my eyes at my best friend shaking my head. With my lack of response she speaks again, "What, you wouldn't tap that?!" She chuckles.

"Do I have to remind you that you're married?" I giggled.

"We have a very open relationship," she joked. We laughed and I shook my head at her. It was nice to have a chat with my best friend, after so long. In LA no less. "Seriously Meg, what's going on with you two?"

"Me and-"

"Charles over there," she winked, "There must be something seriously wrong with him if you wouldn't date him."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She looked at me sheepishly. I sighed, "I'm not entirely sure, but he has the personality of a grouchy sewer rat."

"...that was very specific."

"Yeah well I've had a long time to think about it," I giggled. The drivers compartment came down and I huffed. He had ruin everything didn't he?

"Address?" He asked simply and blankly. Great, right back to defensive hazel-eyes. Emmy gave him the address to Joey's and we arrived in a few minutes after that. We got out of the car and Emmy waved Charlie off, while I just stood there waiting for him to leave.

"Well...that was new," Emmy laughed and I nodded, "He's quite strange isn't he?"

"Yes," I sighed, "Very. But whatever's bothering him I hope he talks about it or something, because it's really fucking annoying."

A/N: Aye! A Meghan and Emmy chapter. I'm gonna start QOTD because I want to get to know you all!

QOTD: Besides Meghan and Charlie, who's your favorite singer?
AOTD: Shawn Mendes, Ed Sheeran, Camila Cabello or Taylor Swift because I can't choose...

Stay strong lovelies,

Faye xx