Charlotte's P.O.V.
After a few more classes, I finally got to go home. But I didn't stay home long; instead, I changed into jean shorts and a Paramore t-shirt, grabbing my bicycle and heading to the park. It was part of my rountine, and I couldn't break it. Nor did I want to.
Locking up my bike in the bike rack, I headed toward the bench, the sound of crushed leaves underneath my boots filling my ears. I smiled at the sound. Sitting down, I pulled Tegan's letter out of my pocket.
Charlotte -
So, as I said, or planned on saying, I wrote this because as much as I try, I'm not capable of saying this out loud to you. I can barely say things like this to my mirror. Or my mom.
But that's not important.
Anyway.
I just wanted to tell you that I think you are wonderful, lovely, perfect, everything I have ever wanted. And, to quote Cory Matthews: If I had to dream up the perfect girl, she wouldn't even come close to you.
At this point, I was blinking away tears. He was so sweet, and everytime we talked, or I thought of him, I fell deeper. This wasn't making it any easier.
Now, I know that I always say I give you the polaroid pictures because I want you to see your beauty, because I really do, but I have another reason, too.
I love you. Heck, I'm in love with you, too. I have been for awhile. I have just never really been man enough to tell you. So, I tried to show you.
I think that you knew I liked you, but were never really sure enough to ask me or anything. Which is good, because I probably would have been a little boy about it and denied everything, so thanks for not asking. :)
I guess that's really it.
So. . . Now that you have read this, and my feelings are exposed, please call me. Or text me. Something.
I love you.
Love, Tegan
Picking up my cell phone, I typed in Tegan's number, and texted him.
Hey, Tegan... this is Charlotte. Can you meet me at the park bench? The one across from the blue slide?
Two seconds later, I got a reply: Sure. Be there in 5.
I didn't say anything back, I just smiled at my phone, and stuck it back in my bag, reading those words over again. And again. I love you.
I had butterflies in my stomach, but I wasn't really that nervous. I was actually excited. Tapping my foot against the ground, I hummed "The Only Exception" by Paramore until I saw him from across the park. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, with black Converse.
A minute later, he was standing in front of me. "Hello."
"Hey. How are you?" I asked him, holding a hand up to block the sun from my eyes
"Oh, sorry. I'll sit down." He said, taking a seat beside me before continuing. "I'm good, a little nervous, I guess."
"Aw!" I exclaimed. "I didn't mean to make you nervous!"
He shook his hands in front of him, "No, no! You didn't."
"Oh, okay." I said, a little confused, but somehow I understood, too. "I have something to tell you."
He nodded, his brown eyes telling me to go on. "I read your note. And," I said, watching his facial expressions carefully. At the moment, his eyes were wide. "I love you, too."
Tegan let out a sigh. "Really?" He asked, like he didn't believe me.
"Really." I confirmed, a huge smile on my face now. "Now, you can stop being nervous." I teased, pulling my bag onto my lap so I could get something out. Grabbing the photos, I closed my bag.
"Here." I said, handing them to him.
"What is this?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at me.
"You are not the only one who likes to take polaroid pictures."
He looked at each one slowly, running a finger over them. "These are great."
Blushing, I mumbled a 'thanks.'
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We kind of stayed like that until about 8pm, when I stood up, and pulled his hand until he stood up, too, then we walked down to the lake, watching the water, just talking.
And that's how the rest of the night went. Just me, him, and words in between.
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Alright, darlings. Time to comment your thoughts! There's only one chapter left... Can you believe it? Because I can't. I really, truly, cannot believe this is almost over.
So, yeah. I really hope you liked this chapter.
Love you xx
