Wings That Can't Fly

|Four|

A/N

Nice to see you again, lovelies!

Make sure to go all the way to the end of the chapter to read the Question of the Day I put in. Yes, it's in every chapter XD

Picture above is of Martina Dimitrova, a.k.a Charlotte!!!!

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"Stop already!"

"Why?"

"I told you I don't like asparagus!"

"Who doesn't like asparagus?"

"Me, you idiot."

"But asparagus is life."

"Clearly you don't have one, then."

As I took a seat on the usual table with all of my friends at lunch, I wasn't surprised when I saw Charlotte and Logan arguing over the stupidest thing. Next to me, Cassandra was giving them a bored look as they continued with their banter.

"You guys act like a married couple." She rolled her eyes, taking a bite out of the fry she was holding.

They both looked at her with matching death glares.

"Why don't you zip your trap, Cashew?" Logan said at the same time Charlotte replied with, "Please shut your face-hole, Cassandra."

"And here I thought this was a free country," She shook her head. "It's true though." She added under her breath.

I met Charlotte in middle school, when I accidentally tripped over my own feet - which is not surprising - and the yogurt I had in my hand was sent flying towards her beautifully-curled blonde hair. For the remainder of that day, she was sporting a sticky wig of purple-ish hair with little blueberry chunks that, surprisingly, brought out the emerald green color of her eyes. I met Logan a little while later as I was doing some studying in the school's library. I had my nose stuck in a history book as he came near my personal bubble and started hitting me with random pick-up lines until I agreed to give him five dollars -which, I later found out, were used to buy lunch. They totally hit it off when they first met, instantly becoming friends.

"But it's so fun to say! As-par-agus..." I tuned back into the conversation as Logan started repeating the word 'asparagus' slowly, pronouncing every syllable.

Charlotte groaned in exasperation. "Can you ju-?"

"Espergers."

"Ugh, shu-"

"Espergers."

"Loga-!"

"Essspergersss."

"SHUT UP!" Our table was rewarded with half of the cafeteria's attention as Charlotte's voice echoed through the small room.

Her face immediately turned the color of a tomato when she noticed everyone's scrutinizing gaze on her.

"Mission accomplished." Logan whispered to himself, fist pumping as everyone went back to their meals.

Char punched his shoulder, making him curse and send her a dirty look while he rubbed the sore area.

"I hate you so much." She said to him, her face still slightly flushed.

"You know that's not true, sweetheart." He replied cockily with a smirk.

"UGH! I smell love in the air and I don't like it."

Everyone in our table turned to look at the source of the voice.

"Where have you been, dude? I thought the toilet swallowed you!" Logan joked, standing up and doing that bro-hug thing with Anton, another friend of ours.