Hidden Dreamer ~A Charles Trippy Fanfic~

Chapter 20!!

I never actually thought I would write a story to 20 chapters!! OMG!!! Thank you all so much for reading this and I want to say a big THANK YOU to TinyTard. When you comment it makes me want to write more and more! Thanks!

~Nemo

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Chapter 20

“Stay!” He yells.

“No! I can’t!” I yell back and pinch his cheeks and squish his face.

“Pwease” He sounds like a little kid when his lips are smashed together.

“No!” I drag on the ‘o’.

“Don’t make me get on my knees and beg” He groans.

“That would be a sight.” I giggle.

“I’m not doing it!” He says and pushes me back up so I’m on my feet.

“You can sleep in the guest room if you do!” He says as I walk to get my bag from the kitchen.

I look at him and he starts to stand up.

“Oh won't you! STAY WITH ME!” He yells. That song is so annoying, and his horrible singing adds to it.

“Not gonna happen!” I sing and he looks at me with wide eyes.

“You can sing!” He sounds surprised.

“So?” I laugh.

“I didn’t know you sang!” He yells.

“Will you keep your voice down?” I ask and smile at his over excitement of my voice.

“Sorry” He bites on his bottom lip. Ugh. He is just so cute.

No. Ana. You know what happened before. Just stop.

My heart and my brain are fighting over what to do.

Leave or stay. I’m really going towards staying, but I can’t do that.

“So what’s it gonna be?” He walks towards me and tries to grab my bag from my hands to set it back on the counter.

My mind wins.

“It’s gonna be a no. Sorry” I say and take my bag back.

“But I’ll see you tomorrow” I laugh and leave him in the kitchen saying goodbye.

 

When I arrived home my mom was in the kitchen waiting for me.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” I ask he as she takes one more sip of the drink in her mug.

“It’s Tuesday, you know I always come and visit you on tuesdays.” She says. She then stands up and takes in my appearance. I look at her, her make-up perfect and her dress perfectly ironed.

“Oh I’m sorry, I totally forgot you were coming.” I say and put my bag on the counter.

“Why are you still here? It’s like 8:30” I ask and open my cabinet for a glass.

“I came around 7, I haven’t been here long. Where were you?” She asks curious. She’s always been the nosey type.

“I was visiting a friend. And I stayed and watched a movie with him” I instantly regret what I just said and mentally slap myself.

“Oh! It’s a boy you were seeing!” She throws her hands up in there.

“I bet you were out drinking again! Weren’t you!” She yells.
“I don’t know why you are yelling. or even over-reacting. What I told you was the truth and only the truth.” She has such a short temper and thinks she can control everything, worries about what I do and who I see... She gets on my nerves.

“I don’t even know why I’m still here” She says and gathers her things.

“I’ll see you next tuesday” I say and she slams the door behind her.

If she wasn’t my mother I would smack her.

I pick up her much from the counter and put it in the dishwasher before putting the glass that I originally took out and putting it back in the cupboard.

I walk to my room and jump onto my bed.

 

*Next Day*

 

I wake up with the sun hitting my eyelids. I roll over and check my phone, It’s 7:56 and I have to be at work in 3 hours. I fight my mind and flip the sheets off of my body and get up to take a shower. Right when the hot water hits my back, the tension in my muscles relax.

When I was done with my shower I got out and did my normal morning routine.

I applied the last coat of mascara when my phone goes off. I hear my heels click on the floor when I walk to get my phone. I see the caller I.D. and smile. I press the accept button and put the phone to my ear.

“Hey” I say.

“Tonight at 7:30, we are going ice skating.” Charles says.

“Okay?” I laugh.

“I’ll pick you up at 7:00” He then hangs up. That was weird, demanding plans. But I like ice skating.

 

Charles’ P.O.V

When I hang up I start to cheer.

“Yes!” I feel like I’m a teenager asking a girl out on a date and her saying yes.

I remember when Ana said she loved ice skating in California and how she used to take lessons from a private teacher. I feel so giddy inside, just being with her makes me so happy. She has no flaws she’s just the perfect woman and I want her to be mine.