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charlie

waking up the next morning with a heavy headache and ring of my phone, i was alone in my own bed, not remembering last night's events very much. someone had to remember.

i looked at my phone and i aughed at the picture I had been sent of miles and i hugging with a stuffed animal, sent from shannon. we were probably drunk.

i smile at it and save it to my phone, tossing it to the side. i sit up from my warm bed, still spotting miles no where to be seen. shrugging it off, i make my way to my bathroom and see my messy face, disgustingly placed makeup.

i wash it off with soap and a rag until my face felt light and cleaner. I brush my hair into a straightened mess as well, feeling relieved.

walking out to my kitchen and spot a note under a starbucks cup. it was filled with my favorite drink, the note was pink with small rainbows on the side, reading;

good morning! i'm clearly not here, I forgot I had a shoot this morning, but i bought you a coffee this morning, hope you enjoy!

-daddy miles <3, bitch

i roll my eyes at the little heart he made after his name, taking a drink of the caramel drink he had left for me. the sweet taste so early drove me.

i look in my fridge for some sort of breakfast item, grabbing an orange and peeling it as i stand in once place, not liking my headache from drinking too much last night.

it was hard to recall anything from last night, other than miles and i dancing on the tables and acting like strippers. i guess we earned about $15 dollars after that happened.

i go back onto my phone, realizing i had been tagged in a post from miles' account on Instagram, which never happened, but we were drunk so.

i smile at the positive comments from both miles' and i's fans at our friendship. slightly comforting.

my head pounds, allowing me i couldn't handle my alcohol. this is where you would think, oh, miles is going to walk in with some medicine that'll help and cuddle me and all that cute stuff-

but i find myself walking to my cabinet and grabbing some medicine myself, i don't need no man.

i grab a bottled water, drinking it with the gross pill. i took it so quickly- merely choking on the capsul. pressing my hands against the sink, i take note on my figure.

regret filled me from last night.

the regret radiated, the cause of a great massive headachce in the moment. why'd i even go out? i could have had a nice glass of wine and rewatched a movie.

miles

after the shoot, i didn't go back to charlie's house, instead, to the store. i was lazily going around, reminding myself of my own head pounding.

passing the isle of roses, the scent flew towards me. honestly, i never enjoyed the scent at all. it was too much and overall ass-like.

though, the fluttering in my stomach grew as i thought of a stupid grin on charlie's face if she recieved flowers. i wanted to be the cause of a stupid grin.

i pay for the items, walking to my car with my hand in my pocket getting my keys, the other held the not-so-good-smelling roses.

"she better be fucking ecstatic when she sees these motherfuckers."

i drive to her house, not too far from the shop. knocking on her door like a shy little boy- which i clearly was. buying her flowers weren't new either, just a reminisce of the past.

charlie smiled at the bright colored flowers as she opened the door, confusion settling on her grin. "but, like- why?" she asked, confusingly taking them from my hands.

"i don't know," i admit, shrugging my shoulders as i stare into her eyes. "i saw them and thought you'd like them. you do, right?"

charlie held her grin brighter, pulling me in to her embrace. "i love them, miles. thank you." feeling complete, i shrug again.

i was joyful that she liked them, still staring at them once she shut the door, me sitting on her couch. "did you have fun without me?"

"the best time."

"sounds like it."

we kept eye contact for what felt like hours, until i broke our gaze by looking at her lips on accident. i didn't mean for my eyes to lead to her pink lips, but they did. in my defense- it just happens.

i took no time to place my lips on hers, now tasting an orange flavor, sweet. i felt her hand on my cheek lightly, pulling away.

seeing her smile, knowing she had a panicking headache, still somehow made it all beter. forever would eventually end, i've noted.

"how was the shoot?" charlie asked, caring about my day, I felt wanted with her and I have felt it many times. things were finally different now, i assume.

"it was good, yea, uh. it was shorter than i expected, i guess." my voice was loud and clear, she smiled and nodded, wanting to know more. "i would ask about yours, but you're still wearing your pajamas."

"listen, i had a really heated conversation with the mailman today."

"oh yeah?"

"his name is george and he sweats a lot."

( 1-800-WANHEDA )