Bridge (ON HOLD)

four // mr. wonderful

*VERY UNEDITED*

 F O U R // M R .  W O N D E R F U L

"What the bloody hell happened to you?" Charlie asked asked when he got home.

I was sprawled across the couch, my arm propped up on a massive pile of pillows. I had the TV on and was completely miserable due to the heat and the fact there was a big splint up to my elbow on my arm.

"Jesus Noelle, what did you do?" He asked.

I just groaned and began to explain the story to him, not leaving out any details as I knew he would want to know everything eventually. 

"Bitch," Charlie muttered, taking a seat next to me on the couch.

"Excuse me?" 

"Oh sorry, not you, that girl. Ava was it?"

"Um, oh, yeah. She is a bitch but then again so am I."

Charlie laughed. And gave me a questioning look.

"What? I am,"

"You wish sweetheart. You're the nicest person I've met since getting here."

"What about Lola?" I asked, venom lacing my voice. I never thought I would be jealous of her, I mean Lola had been my best friend since preschool. But I couldn't help but sulk when he gave her all the attention. I mean, he's my hot British exchange student! Okay, so maybe I was being irrational, but when there's a hot boy living across from you in the hall, of course you would want him to pay attention to you.

"Are you jealous, Noelle?" Charlie asked, scooting closer to me. I had sat up to give him room to sit and now his leg was brushing against mine, sending shivers through my body.

"No," I said, looking away to hide my blushing cheeks.

"I think you are," he taunted, I leaned back in frustration. This was a fight I was never going to win. "Noelle, you don't need to worry about her. Just say the word and I'm all yours."

"Ha! Even if I did want you, there's no way you could drop everything and be with just one girl. I bet you flirted with at least a dozen girls today."

Charlie scooted even closer to me and leaned in so his breath was tickling my earlobe. "Don't worry love, I only have eyes for you."

I snapped my head to his direction, bad move on my part, because I was now staring straight into Charlie's chocolate eyes, my face merely a centimeter away from his. I began to mumble incoherent sounds and suddenly became very flustered.

Charlie smirked at me and licked his lips, something that according to books, was always the first thing boys did to show they were going to kiss you. His pink lips started moving towards me and my eyes fluttered shut, an instinct I assume. But instead of feeling his mouth on mine, he kissed my forehead sweetly and shuffled upstairs, claiming he had homework. But I wasn't hurt that he didn't kiss me passionately on the lips like the books foreshadowed. That is until I realized it was the first day of school.

Charlie didn't have homework.

My mom arrived home early the next morning and came straight up to my room. Of course, she bombarded me with questions and apologized that she took so long getting home and that she caught the earliest plane she could back. 

I then made her stop apologizing and told her that she got home really fast, considering she was halfway across the country.

"So," my mom said. She was sitting next to me, my head resting on her lap. I really loved the relationship I had with my mother, Lola and even Max envied it too.