Marvin Gaye ( A Meghan×Charlie Fanfiction)

Chapter 12: "I just want you for my own."

I woke up at 6 today to head to the studio. I already called in, and it's ready for recording. I couldn't wait to get there.

Unfortunately, my head was throbbing. I drank to much, and I didn't think recording was gonna go too well. I checked my phone for any messages, and I saw one from Charlie.

Charlie: Sorry for answering late. Good morning. Oh, and I could be your late night friend tonight, if you want. ;)

Wow. This would've been just perfect if he had answered on time. I decided to call him.

The phone rang once. Then twice. He picked up on the fourth ring.

"Good morning, my lovely queen.", he said.

"Good morning, Charlie. Don't call me queen. Most queens are old." I say.

"Alright, your highness.", he giggles. "So what's up?"

"I want you to meet me at the recording studio."

"We record today?"

"Well, I thought we should. I already called in to get things ready."

"My throat feels like shit today, though. I'll ruin the song."

His voice sounded perfect. He was probably nervous, or he heard how crappy I sounded.

"It doesn't have to be perfect, Charlie.", I pause for a moment. Then add, "Listen, if you don't like how it sounds today, we could try it again tomorrow. Yeah?"

"Alright. I'll do it. Where's this place, anyway?"

I gave him the address, and I waited for him there. It was pretty chilly, so I wore a black jacket, and black tight pants. I had only slept for about n hour and a half, so I wasn't feeling too well.

After 15 minutes, Charlie came around.

"Good morning,", he says, hugging me.

"Good morning, Charlie.", I reply.

"It's cozy in here." He says, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Yes, it is." I say.  A long awkward silence followed.

"Meghan?", Charlie asks.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?", he asks in a worried tone.

"Yeah, why?" I say. "Why would you ask I'm feeling so great. So super great right now."

"I mean, your words are practically slurred, and no offense, but have you looked at yourself in the mirror?"

My eyes got wide open, and I touched my face. Did I have a major zit? Maybe my eyes were crusty. "What's wrong with my face?", I ask, embarrassed.

"Not your face. Your hair.", he says chuckling.

I ran to the restroom, and I looked at myself in the mirror. Straight up bed head. Or should I say "couch head". My hair was sticking out in all kinds of directions. Oh my god. I can't believe he just saw me like this.

I wet my hair, and combed it with my fingers. After a few passes, my hair lay flat. 

I went back to Charlie, and asked him if it looked better.

"Much better.", he grinned.

I rolled my eyes, and smiled.

"Come on.", I say grabbing his arm, and leading him into the recording area.