❝But people themselves alter so much, there is something new to be observed in them for ever.❞
-Jane Austen
Somehow Chloé managed to get to the front door before I could, but just as she's about to open it, I swat her hands away.
"Ow! Hey, my hands are not flies buzzing around." She cries, holding her hands to her chest.
"Sorry, I just thought you wouldn't appreciate Hunter seeing you with bed head and pyjamas at twelve thirty in the afternoon." Her eyes widen in realization and she runs back upstairs.
"Don't leave before I get back down there!" She shouts. I roll my eyes at her antics and continue to open the door to a very amused looking Hunter.
"Hey." I greet him nonchalantly.
"Hey. So I am going to assume that Chloé spent the night here?"
"Yeah how did you know?" I ask him.
"I think everyone in your neighbourhood knows it. She isn't exactly the silent type." He jokes.
I laugh in amusement, "Well I would suggest we make a move because she's going to be running down here soon and then we won't be leaving this front porch because she'll be taking about 50 pictures like an excited Dad on prom night."
"Aren't the Dad's supposed to be the overprotective ones and the Moms take the pictures?" he raises an eyebrow questioningly.
"Seriously that's all you got from that?" I ask him incredulously, "Never mind let's go quickly." I grab Chloé's bag and shout a goodbye behind me.
Just as Hunter gets into the car, an irritated Chloé materializes by the front door, "Charlotte! Did I not say wait for me! You two better get out of that car so I can take Insta-worthy pictures." She demands.
"Get in! Get in!" I urge him.
He looks confused for a minute but listens to me nonetheless, good choice if he doesn't want to get blinded by camera lights. And knowing Chloé she is guaranteed to have one of her cameras with, most likely the big one.
He quickly drives away before Chloé can even get out of the house. We both start laughing at what just happened.
"So do you want to maybe explain to me why we just pulled a Fast & the Furious move over there." He asks once we calmed down.
"Remember when she made you guys stand around and posing while she took a bunch of pictures of you all?" He nods his head and waits for me to continue, "Well she would've done the exact same thing to us, and then treat us like her very own mannequins." I joke.
"So what I'm hearing is you saved us time and embarrassment."
"Embarrassment?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"I'm a very awkward person when I have to get my picture taken." He states and I don't know why but a small giggle escapes me.
He glances at me quickly before looking back quickly onto the road. "And what exactly is so funny about that?" he teases.
"Nothing, I just find it strange you being awkward in a photo with a face like that." I state.
"With a face like what?"
"Like all Dylan O'Brien or like Grant Gustin type."
"Did you just compare me to the Flash?" He asks incredulously.
"Have you seen the Flash?"
"Okay fair point." He shrugs.
"And besides Dylan O'Brien is one of those cute dorks. I mean have you seen Teen Wolf?"
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Letters From Prince Charming
Novela JuvenilOne last year in High School and all she wanted was it to be quiet. That would never be the case for Charlotte Smith. She comes back expecting to create great memories with her friends but finds drama. Her best friend has been acting strange ever...
