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CHARLIE
If I knew being a senior in high school came with all this filling out scholarships and starting to live your own life, I would've dropped out last year. This year was supposed to just be about me, about parties and my eighteenth birthday and my boyfriend and best friends. And the whole, 'high school is over, you're all on your own now.' I can't wait.
It's finally April, so all everyone has been talking about is if they have their prom dresses and where Afterprom is going to be. Of course I already have my prom dress, my mom is a designer for her own little boutique in the Upper East Side. I live in Manhattan, and I got into NYU next year, and so did my boyfriend, and so did my best friend.
On the way home from school, my boyfriend Nate had one hand on my bare thigh and the other on the steering wheel and we were listening to Coldplay - his favorite, my least favorite. But Thursday's are his day to pick the music. I put my hand over his on my thigh and traced an arc on the back of his hand. It's so familiar - we've been together since sophomore year. He still gives me chills when he touches me and butterflies when I look at him.
"What do you want to do today?" He smiled over at me and I felt my heart melt.
"Uh, anything. Ice cream?" I half pleaded, knowing he thinks I eat too much ice cream.
"Char," He patted my thigh. I laughed. "Do you need ice cream?"
"Is that a fat joke?" I threw a straw wrapper at him and he laughed.
"Absolutely not. You're hot and I love you. Let's go to Tastee Freeze." He changed route and we laughed, when the one song I actually like came on. Fix You.
I sung along even though I can't sing and Nate laughed at me. I always think about the way we started taking - we both have three first names. I'm Charlotte, Char, or Charlie (preferably Charlie unless you're Nate), and he's Nathanial, Nathan, or Nate. We've been dating for a two years, having sex for a year and a half. Great sex, too. I didn't lose my v-card to him, but he lost his to me. I had sex with my best friend Harry at the very beginning of sophomore year because we were both curious, and we've been friends since before I can remember. Before his dad died, he was best friends with my dad. The death of my dad's best friend fucked my him up emotionally and he left last year and has a girlfriend half his age. Disgusting.
We pulled into Tastee Freeze and he took my hand as we ordered our chocolate soft serve cones, and sat at the old cement tables filled with gum. He always liked to have one hand on me, no matter where we were. I loved it. I love PDA. Show everybody that I'm yours, in front of anyone.
We drove back to my apartment because no one was home, and that's when I learned I should knock before entering my own house while I'm making out with my boyfriend and his hand is up my shirt.
"Oh." Harry's voice sounded from across the loft. Nate pulled away from me and took his hand back. "Hello." Harry's British accent was still hard to get used to. He stood against the bar with his hands in the pockets of his black jeans, his tattoos poking out of the sleeves of his white t shirt.
"Harry, what the hell are you doing here?" I creased my eyebrows at him and he laughed. Nate stood behind me with his hand on my waist and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Just wanted to come see my
best friend," He stood up from a stool at the kitchen counter. "I guess I should've asked."
