dancing queen 》david pastrnak [completed]

v. private show

Em wakes up to the sound of something falling really loudly and Kiley scolding Charlie. She checks her phone and sees a message from Pasta.

From: Pasta sauce
Good morning. Sweet dreams?

To: Pasta sauce
I dreamt of being on my island so yeah, pretty sweet

From: Pasta sauce
And here I was thinking you dreamt of me...

To: Pasta sauce
Sorry to disappoint

From: Pasta sauce
Well at least I'll be able to see you later

To: Pasta sauce
Likewise bro

From: Pasta sauce
So I'm a bro now?

To: Pasta sauce
Everyone is a bro to me

From: Pasta sauce
And here I was thinking I was special...

To: Pasta sauce
Afraid not, pasta sauce

From: Pasta sauce
Pasta sauce?

To: Pasta sauce
Yeah it's my name for you

From: Pasta sauce
That's a new one, but I'll take it

To: Pasta Sauce
Well you have no choice dude...

From: Pasta sauce
Guess not. Good thing I don't mind

She decides to put her phone down and get out of bed. She goes to the bathroom and takes care of her business before going out to the kitchen to see breakfast has already been done by Kiley.

"Hey girl, I'd love to chat but I gotta run to class," she informs Em.

"Drive safe," Em smiles, hugging her goodbye.

Charlie kisses her goodbye and she takes her things and leaves the apartment.

"Good morning, squirt or should I say afternoon?" Charlie teases, seeing that it's 12:32pm.

"Hey it's not my fault I wanted to sleep in," she replies, pouring herself some coffee.

"So you had fun last night?" he asks her.

"I did. The guys are all cool and I had a blast kicking their asses at chel and Fortnite," she giggles.

"Jake's face when you beat him at both games was priceless," he chuckles.

"Makes me wanna play them again for the satisfaction," she grins mischievously.

"So why'd you disappear last night for a while?" he asks.

"Pasta was just showing me his room and we were just talking for a bit. He's a cool dude," she replies.

"Okay, just be careful around him and some of the other guys," he warns.

"I can take care of myself. He's not even my type, anyway," she lies.

"I forgot Tom Wilson is your type," he smirks, causing her to roll her eyes.

"That was ages ago, Charles and you can't fault me for that. Tom Wilson is a gorgeous ass man," she defends.

"Yeah, but he's a dick," he argues back.

"Charlie, I shot my shot with him almost 5 years ago. I was only 18 and he was a rookie. Of course, I was gonna give him my number," she argues back.

"Luckily he didn't call you. He probably would've fucked and chucked you," he spits.

"Probably, but oh would the inner puck bunny in me be so proud!" she teases.