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miles

"i'm only watching one." charlie said, adjusting her body towards the camera in front of her, holding onto her laptop.

three months slowly passed. everything was fitting like missing pieces to a damned puzzle.

she hadn't filmed a video in a long time, nor did she have any emergency videos to post. i was her go-to, mostly forcing her to make them gently.

she went at her own speed, i obliged.

after everything that's happened, she finally decided to do a random video off the top of her head to fill in today's scheduled video.

her hand reaches for her coffee cup, giving me sight of her yellow painted nails she had done while i made her coffee.

currently, she was doing a react video to a korean band everyone seemed to be obsessed with, everyone other than her.

"they're good, i just wouldn't listen to them on my spare time." charlie explained, fiddling with her hands softly, making it harder for her to focus.

i sat on the couch, watching her gestures change every now and then, and how she'd playfully dance along to the beat of the music.

"i don't know what they're saying, but i bet it's lit." she giggled loudly, making a smile appear to my face. "i think."

"fake fan!" i turn around to the table, grabbing a pencil from her notebook that had video ideas written onto the sheets, some having an "x" next to them.

i fling the pencil at her, charlie blocking her face as her laugh echoed from her mouth. it was a tune i'd never forget.

she gasped loudly, dramatically turning to the camera. "did you guys see that? miles just abused me!" laughing to herself.

my chest flutters at the sound of my name coming from her mouth, the pencil flying back at me, missing terribly. i smile brightly at the girl, watching her eyes roll.

charlie does her witty outro, turning off her camera and looking at me. "i'm tired." with a sigh, drinking more of her coffee.

i mock her sigh as i stand up, rubbing her head, messing her short hair around her forehead. "too bad, so sad, char."

my eyes move from hers to the cold counter top in the kitchen, where a small note sat upon it, almost untouched.

"how're you feeling?" i ask whilst i open the fridge, the cold air drifting around as i dig.

"better," charlie says from her spot in the living room. i watch her stand up, moving her hair from her face, seeing her cheeks bright red. "genuinely, better."

sometimes, it's easy to think before i do something, like it's drilled in my brain to think how the other person would feel if i did something.

but, instead, i wrap my arms around her, just holding her in a grasp. charlie's breath draws down my neck, the warm feeling comforts me.

she squeezes back on my tight hold on her. trying to put her closer to me. "this is crazy- but-" i pull her back to face me with my hands.

"i know we're not in eighth grade or some shit," charlie laughs, keeping eye contact. "will you go out with me?"

that sounded more childish than i planned.

her eyes light up, but she remains the same smile. "i don't know, my schedule is a little filled." she shrugged jokingly.

i scoff and look away, rolling my eyes as i did. "i make your schedule, charlie." i stare over to the window, pretending to avoid her, but she's all i see.

a soft hand laced my cheek, pulling me down to meet her lips. the coffee taste lingers from her mouth to mine.

"yes, miles." charlie says one last time before looking in my eyes, holding onto my hands with my heart tingling and twisting.

"geez, char, it's a date, not a marriage proposal." my voice cracks.

the joy in me could probably burst at any second, but i'm going to remain calm for now.

all i saw was the way she looked at me. her eyes got bluer with each glance and her smile got bigger.

i wonder if that happens to me when she looks at me.

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nothing special, but i needed a good way to end this. i cringe a lot when i look back at this, but that's okay.

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