Carter’s POV
I lead Peter to the little field that’s East of our house because he has something “important" to tell me. Whatever. I sit down on a rock that’s so conveniently placed next to another one.
“What do you want?” I ask. I am not really good with talking. But for some reason, I feel comfortable around Peter.
“Haven’t you wondered why I’m so skinny, or why my voice variates a lot? Or how I get really excited when you tell me things?” Peter asks me.
“Yeah, actually. I spend a great deal of time doing that.” I look away. Why is he asking me this?
“Well… I’m not really sure how to explain this,” he says, awkwardly.
“Okay, are you like secretly a girl?” I joke, trying to make this less awkward.
Peter doesn’t answer me. He makes eye contact and goes back to looking away.
“Oh my god,” is all I can get out. But then I recollect myself, and speak. “You’re a sixteen year-old girl?! How did I not figure this out?” How did I not figure this out? Weird.
“Um.. I don’t know.” Wow, her natural voice is so weird to hear.
“This is awkward, but that first night.. After dinner, I caught you staring at me for a solid three minutes. What were you thinking about?”
“I like your eyes,” she blurts out.
“Uhh, thanks?” I haven’t gotten much attention from girls because I choose to not interact with them, so this is a totally new experience. I am actually speechless.
“Okay, let’s get to actually know each other. Or at least, I get to know the real you,” I say.
“Okay. My name is Charlotte, my favorite color is blue, I am very ticklish, and I will be 17 tomorrow,” she pauses and looks at me. Then looks at the ground and continues, “I like you. You have an amazing personality that any girl would notice. Everyday, I want to talk to you, make you smile and laugh, I don’t know what is is about you, but I just want to be around you. I know this is weird, but the only way for me to leave Britain was to do this,” she gestures to her uniform.
“Wow, that was a lot.” I can feel my cheeks heating up. Wow, my face is really hot. Am I blushing? I can’t be. Wait, yes I can. True love at it’s finest ladies and gentlemen. And with that, I walk over to her and lean in. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I am going to get you the best birthday present ever.” And with that I connect my lips to hers. I wasn't sure if I was actually going to kiss her.. b ut she kissed back, so that was a good sign.
Later that night, I pull out a journal. It’s not a diary, but I like to write important things in there.
March 4, 1770
11:07pm
Today, was a great day. Well, I was kind of upset when Peter, I mean Charlotte came into the shop and told Paul that Annabelle was sick- I got really worried. It’s my job to keep Annabelle safe and healthy. But then Charlotte told me that she wanted to talk to me, but during that time she was still “Peter.” So, I took her to my secret field- just kidding, nobody actually goes there and I come there a lot to think- and then I found out, well technically she told me, but I found out she was a girl. I told her thank you, and then kissed her. I didn’t know what I was doing but she kissed me back. Holla. Then I learned a lot of stuff about her. Stuff like, we have the same favorite color, our birthday’s are exactly one month apart, she’s really ticklish. Speaking of being ticklish, I actually ended up tickling her and she has the cutest giggle.. Wait.. Did I just write that? I think I did. Oops? :) Anyways, ahhh… she has pretty green eyes- like an emerald- and when she gets an idea, it’s like they sparkle . She’s so pretty, I think I really like her. Since tomorrow is her birthday, I know exactly what to get her.
~Carter
