PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

xxxv. youareafaggot

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

There were so many times in her life that Charlie questioned her own sanity. One being when she used to test the durability of a hanger as a kid; wherein she'd put the object inside the collar of the shirt she was wearing and tried her best to hang herself inside her parents' closet. As it turned out, she was too light for the hanger to break, and it'd taken few hours before her parents discovered her inside. With a hungry stomach and aching armpits, she'd promised to not do the same thing over again...but the little girl being Charlie, she had never learned.

Another when she used to scribble her crush's name on her neat journal, mindlessly drawing hearts around the letters until her teacher called her out to stand in front of the class and read what she was been busying herself into. Flushed cheeks caused by deep humiliation around her teasing classmates and the certain boy she got her eyes once upon, she'd wanted for the earth to swallow her up alive or just disappear.

Sitting at a table in the present across a smug-looking and self-absorbed Terrence makes her question her entire existence, not just her sanity. She regrets some decision she had made in the past that may have led her to this situation. It's not that she loaths the person, though. She just despises his behavior...his cocky demeanour.

Sure he's really attractive -- she will give him that. In fact, if she had met him months and months ago, she would've swooned at his beauty. She could've sworned she had seen the guy before -- besides the Felicia incidence. When and where, she couldn't figure out instantly since her gaze is solely focused on her fingers stirring the lattè in front of her. She even ignores the obnoxious stare she's sure Terrence is giving her. Perhaps, she'd seen him on TV before or a magazine. That would make sense. Given that he belongs to a very wealthy and prominent family. What with the expensive watch, branded articles of clothing, polished shoes and fancy car.

Charlie's entirely absent-minded when she, out-of-nowhere, snorts and shakes her head at the stereotypical thought. Terrence, having his attention on her, apparently catches her doing the act.

"What's funny?" Terrence's voice is genuinely curious, his eyes lighting up a bit when Charlie seems to have been taken aback by his question.

Her blue eyes widen, glistening under the light inside the coffee shop.

Charlie shakes her head again and looks at the proximity between the cup of her coffee and his on the table. She tries to hold back the laughter which in turn make her look evilly smirking. She goes back to the stirring and scratches her nose.

"I thought you were a woman of many words." Terrence attempts to tease her, casually sparking a new conversation when secretly, he just really wants to get to know the blonde girl even more.

"There's a romantic saying that if you don't have nothing nice to say, just don't say shit or your big fat mouth will bleed." She quips as she raises her brows at him. The supposed saying subconsciously applies to both of them.

Terrence immediately laughs at her speech. Even as his laughter dies down, he still has an amused grin plastered on his face as he looks at her. He's awed by the blonde girl...and to think, it was just over one sentence.

Charlie sips from the cup before easily placing it back to the table. Casually, she wipes a remnant of cream suds around her upper lip with a napkin. She doesn't know where this urge to act appropriately in front of this guy comes from. If this is any occasion, she would have just stretched her tongue out to reach every corner of her cream-stained lips. She remembers 'Aiden' calling her out on that, saying it's not too classy for a girl to look at; that it looked childish or often, seductive. Charlie didn't listen to Harry, although she actually believed him. She just really liked the feeling of listening to Harry scolding her for her barbaric ways...where in the end, she'd still win after hearing him heave a sigh of annoyance, eventually letting her be. More than that, she feels cared for and secured around him. It's the kind of familiar comfort and security she'd lost the same fateful night her parents passed. So being able to feel that again, she couldn't be any more grateful for having Harry...as a friend.