JUST YOU

THE OTHER GUY...

5 days. 5 days since you came to my house and sat your petite figure down on my couch, 5 days since you stood at my doorstep and introduced yourself and the mere thought of you has been driving me crazy ever since. Everywhere I go I see your face but not in that ominous, Guinevere Beck way. God no. I revel in seeing your face and I keep thinking I see you in the strangest places. In the car to Anavrin, on the way to Kindergarten for Abbey. Everywhere. It's frustrating.

It's now Saturday morning and I can't help myself, I have to know who you are. I go to fetch my laptop and open it up. Love is working and It's my day off so, with Abbey at a friends house, I have the place all to myself. Perfect time to do some research, just to make sure you are who I think you are.

Luckily, it doesn't take me very long to find you. It seems there aren't many Charlotte Lloyd Taylor's in the world, just 5 actually, and I'd recognise your captivating face anywhere. So far, this is what I've discovered:

You're 23, you enjoy long walks around the neighbourhood, you like to sketch and you read all the classics but not much new literature, understandable really, nothing beats the classics. You like visiting art museums and you just recently graduated from the New York University with a degree in traditional and digital art, how prestigious. You moved to LA after your mom died but she left you a sizeable amount of cash so you're quite well off for an aspiring artist. You have no siblings or extended family that you're close with and your friends are...well they're an interesting lot to say the least:

Alex Turner, your bestie since 8th grade and your go to person for all things music. Emily Turner, previously Emily Banks, Alex's new wife and your new art buddy. The two of you met at an art museum where you both wanted to buy the same painting. She let you have it so she seems nice. Finally, there's Cortney Place, you two met at a gig that she was playing with her band after Alex introduced you. It seems Alex was the cause of all your meetings with your now friends. They certainly don't look like manipulative assholes and they are quite well dressed and supportive but I'm distracting myself. As far as I'm aware, your most recent Instagram post was taken 2 days ago and is a picture of you and...

Charlotte, who the fuck is this guy?

That is Jaymie Reed. Entrepreneur and social media influencer. I already have a bad feeling about him. He gives off those rich, arrogant kid who was born into wealth and never had to work hard for anything vibes and we all know I can't stand those kinds of people. He isn't right for you Charlotte, I can tell but don't worry I'll help you to sort out this little problem, just like I helped Beck out with Benji. Only this time you'll appreciate it. I know you will.