I fake yawned, pretending I was going to be able to sleep after that.
"Time for sleep."
I muttered.
"Hey Charlotte?"
I cock my head, standing next to the bed and looking down at Darren.
"About Wicked.."
I nod.
"Why do the producers keep calling you to have rehearsal later in the day? Why don't they just have it in the mornings?"
I tense up, but shrug.
"Are you keeping something from me?"
I shake my head, avoiding his gaze.
"Because I called Lauren last night while you were 'at rehearsal' and you weren't there."
I gulped.
"Why do you keep sneaking off?"
He crosses his arms.
"I...uh...p-probably wasn't there yet. I'm l-late sometimes. New York is a b-big place."
He furrows his brow and squints his eyes.
"You're never late for anything Charlotte. What's going on?"
I cringe, starting to panic.
"Think about it."
I am thinking about it.
"He'll hate you."
I shake my head.
"Everyone will hate you."
He stands up.
"Charlotte..."
I cough, hiding a sob in it.
An idea popped in my head.
I sighed dramatically, trying to hide my internal screaming.
"Fine...I'm planning something for Addie."
Fuck, Charlotte.
Lie
After lie
After lie.
"Really?"
I nod, making a serious face.
"Ok..."
He says skeptically.
"This isn't over."
I sigh and roll into bed with him.
He falls asleep almost immediately.
I, however, stay awake until it's time for work the next day.
Actual work this time.
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City Of Dreams
General FictionSequel to New York- Where Dreams are Made Charlotte struggles to remain on top of everything. With all the problems and stress, she tries to hold it together. She tries to finish what she came to do. She tries to make her dreams come true. But...
