Lou?

Chapter One

"Hey! Anybody going to open the door?" Lou screamed. He's got curly hair that's dirty blonde and actually very pretty. He has aqua colored eyes. He is about five foot ten inches and is built like a brick shit house. Lou is my long term roommate but he's not allowed to have a key. One time he walked in on me getting dressed so I took his key from him.

"Climb through the window! I'm in the bathroom!" I yell back. My name is Charlie. I'm about five foot three and in comparison to Lou I'm a midget. I have brown hair with light brown and blonde natural highlights, and I have deep forest green eyes. Many people think that my eyes are scary but honestly, I don't really care.

"The window is six stories high! I am not climbing all the way up there!" I'm going to have to beat him.

"You're making me come out of the bathroom for this? I have to gooooooo!"

"Charlotte Rae if you leave me standing out here in the rain any longer I will personally beat your ass!" Lou screams at the top of his voice, so loud that I think the whole city of Cheshire could hear him.

"Lewis! Don't call me Charlotte! You know I hate my name!"

"DON'T CALL ME LEWIS! THAT IS NOT MY NAME!"

"Feisty aren't you, Lou?" I mock him as I let him up through the intercom. I try my hardest not to laugh at him. I pull my lips into a smirk right in time before he can get to my door.

"Hey, Charlie! How's it going?" He says in a sing-song voice as soon as I open the door. I am actually quite scared because I know that he is planning something evil. He doesn't even look the slightest bit angry or even mad. I have no idea what is going on in that head of his but I certainly am frightened.

"Um... good I guess... what are you up to?" Cautiously, I reply.

"No need to be afraid, Love." Wait! Did e just call me "Love"? He only does that when he's planning something against me.

"What are you planning?" I demand.

"Why don't we get going?" That sneaky little bastard! He changes the subject with a sly smile playing on his lips and I'm almost afraid to reply.

"Sure," I play along, "we won't want to be late for the dinner. Don't you want to dry off a bit before we leave, though?" I decide to engage on a plan of my own.