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Definitely Shouldn’t {Luke Patterson x OC}

Summary: Reggie’s little sister Kennedy has been Sunset Curve’s biggest fan since they started. But her love of the band doesn’t stretch to ex-best friend Luke, who she’s been in a constant battle with for 2 years. 

Warnings: It’s literally smut with like a hint of plot that I kinda lost track of.  Enjoy, this took me fucking forever and it’s like 13k or something. Oops? This is an absolute shambles I apologise in advance but anyway, here you goooo.

Friday’s after school had to be Kennedy’s favourite time of day. She’d go home, change into jeans and a random top, before jumping into the front seat of Reggie’s mustang, and heading over to the boys studio. She loved listening to them play. As torturous as having to brush off Bobby’s attempts at flirting was, they were undeniably talented, and Kennedy had been their biggest fan from the start. But of course, there was the issue of Luke.

They were best friends all through middle school, but soon as Kennedy had reached high school, starting her freshman year as Luke became a sophomore, they’d drifted. At first she’d assumed it was natural, they were in different years, and high school was much more intense than middle school. But eventually it had proven obvious that her and Luke were never going to get along- after the first black eye she gave him during spring break, freshman year. He’d ignored her for 4 months, and then laughed when she tripped in the hallways, drawing attention to her and encouraging his friends to laugh. That was before they really started up with the band stuff, so that group of friends had been dropped now. But the animosity between Luke and Kennedy remained, and had led to many blowouts over the past 2 years. Now here they were, a senior and junior at Los Feliz high school, forced to hang out almost everyday by their brother/ best friend.

The rest of the band were used to Luke and Kennedy going for each other’s throats, and had learnt to arrange practice so that they either had time to fight before, or make sure that Kennedy was in the loft studying by the time Luke arrived. Of course, she didn’t study on Friday nights. No, Fridays were her favourite, because the boys would give her a showcase, including either new songs, or new solo sections, or a repeat of her old favourites. It was the least they could do, considering she was applying to college for business, with the main intention of becoming their manager when she graduated. Even Luke had been impressed by this, and had thanked her awkwardly for thinking of them a few weeks ago. Kennedy also loved Fridays, because when the boys were finished practicing, they headed through to the house to eat with Rose, leaving her in the studio alone. This gave her a chance to mess around on the piano, play with their guitars, and tap Alex’s drums absentmindedly, as she gathered up the random scraps of paper Luke constantly left lying around the garage.

It was this particular Friday evening, that everything changed. She was sitting on the sofa, strumming simple chords, while resting her head on top of the guitar. The comforting silence of the garage engulfed her with a feeling of safety she wasn’t quite used to. She’d started researching colleges recently, and since doing so, she’d noticed a major spike in how often she found herself overwhelmed by the smallest things. So there she was, tuned out from the world, to such an extent that she didn’t even hear the creaky garage door swing open, or a whistling Luke coming in. He fell silent as soon as he noticed her, her light curls spilling over the top of his guitar. However, he forgot to shut the door behind him, and Kennedy jumped as it slammed shut, jerking her from the utter calm she’d been basking in. To her surprise, he didn’t sneer, or make a dickish comment. He actually smiled apologetically, and took a step towards her. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Kennedy shrugged, frowning slightly. This wasn’t the Luke she was used to. 

“What you doing?” 

Kenny looked down at the guitar in her hands, her eyes widening as she realised she’d been caught. 

“Uh, nothing. Sorry, I was just-” 

Luke reached her and put a hand out as she tried to set the guitar down, looking at her with unfamiliarly kind eyes. 

“Hey, it’s fine. Can you play?” 

She relaxed slightly, but still looked confused, and slightly pissed. 

“Not really. I’ve watched you three for years though, and if you can manage it, anyone can.” 

Luke smirked sarcastically at her comment, rolling his eyes slightly. 

“I could teach you, if you like.” 

Kennedy raised an eyebrow. 

“Excuse me?” 

Luke looked at her, dead serious. 

“I could teach you. You have to promise not to be a dick though.” 

That was the final straw for Kennedy. 

“I don’t get to be a dick? Says you, fucking king of dicktown.” 

Luke’s face contorted as he tried to hold back a laugh. She’d never been the best at insults. But he noticed she was genuinely angry, and there was a degree of hurt in her eyes he didn’t expect to see. 

“Oh.” 

Kenny nearly fell off the couch in shock. 

“Oh? That’s all I get? Are you broken or something?” Luke shrugged and dropped onto the seat beside her. 

“Nah. Here, put your hand up a bit.” 

Kenny jumped as she felt Luke’s rough fingers gripping her hand, and sliding it up the neck of his guitar. 

“And then put your fingers… yeah, there.” He curved his hand over the top of hers, pressing her fingers onto the strings lightly. 

“Now strum.” 

Kenny gently ran her right thumb over the strings, a smile breaking out when the sound produced was not only in tune, but sounded good. 

“Perfect.” 

She looked up at him, and found him smiling kinda dorkily, far too happy that she’d managed a simple chord. Her smile fell, and she stood up, setting the guitar down on its stand. 

“Why’d you come out here?” 

Luke shrugged and looked up at her innocently. “Do I need a reason? It’s my studio.” Kennedy rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Fine, I wanted to talk to you.” 

This caught her attention, and she leaned forward slightly. 

“Sorry?” Luke sighed. 

“I wanted to talk to you.” 

Kenny shook her head, eyes wide, not sure if she was hearing him right. 

“Yes, you heard me. I want to talk to you.” 

It took everything in her not to slap him for being a smartass, but she let it slide, deciding to listen to whatever he had to say. 

“Stuff’s weird between us. It’s changed.” Kenny’s jaw genuinely dropped, and she couldn’t help but look at him like he was an idiot. 

“No shit sherlock. You’ve been acting like a prize dick for nearly 3 years now.” 

Luke scratched the back of his head awkwardly. 

“Yeah, about that.” 

Kenny didn’t move a muscle. Was she really about to receive an explanation for her best friend’s disappearance from her life 3 years ago?” He sighed and frowned as he looked at his hands, rubbing the calloused fingertips together. 

“I get really jealous, you know that?” 

Kenny raised her eyebrows in surprise, but nodded, her lips tightly pursed. 

“Uh huh, you used to throw tantrums whenever you found out Alex and I had hung out with Reggie and not you.” 

They both smiled at the memory, Luke’s face quickly becoming serious again afterwards. 

“Anyway. I get jealous. It’s like a weird fomo thing, I dunno. But I get jealous. And when you started high school, you had all these friends, and guy friends, and you were popular and pretty and you were getting so much attention that I just had to stop being friends with you because I knew you were going to pick all of that over me, and I didn’t want to get hurt.” 

Kenny blinked, trying to process what had just been said. Did he say he thought she was pretty? 

“Um.” 

Luke stood up and rubbed his palms on his jeans. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come out here. This was a mistake.” 

He turned to leave, but Kenny grabbed his wrist, and stopped him. 

“Hey. It’s fine. Why did you decide tonight?” 

Luke stared at his feet, examining the coloured in laces in his vans. It took him a moment to reply, a heavy silence hanging in the air between them. 

“College. You’re leaving next year. And I graduate, hopefully, in like 2 months. I don’t want to leave with you thinking I hate you.” 

Kenny felt her eyes soften, and the corners of her mouth turn upward into a smile. 

“Oh, cool. I don’t hate you either, just so you know.” Luke grinned, and looked into her eyes, raising an eyebrow at her. 

“Really? Thought I was king of dicktown?” She rolled her eyes and reached forward to shove him playfully, but he caught her wrist, his eyes trailing over her hand and reaching her face, a strange expression in his eyes. She expected him to let go, but he kept a hold of her, his thumb stroking the back of her hand softly. 

“Luke, what are you-?” He frowned lightly and shook his head. “Sh, I just want to try something.” 

Kenny rolled her eyes again, not totally surprised by his weirdness. But then his face started to inch closer, and alarm bells started going off. But there was a strange fluttering sensation beginning in her lower abdomen, as he came closer and closer, his eyes never leaving hers. 

“Luke-” 

She was cut off by his lips on hers, and after the initial shock, she surprised herself, by kissing him back. Their lips moved in time with each other gently, Luke’s free hand moving to rest on her waist. Kenny pressed her hand gently against his chest, and  felt his heart racing beneath his shirt. Their mouths were in perfect sync, the kiss gradually getting more and more desperate. Luke started backing them towards the garage wall, pushing her up against it and flicking his tongue across her lips, receiving a delicious moan from Kenny as he did so. She parted her lips slightly, granting him access, and whimpered as his teeth took her bottom lip, biting it softly. She’d never been this turned on in her life, and it still hadn’t quite registered that she was kissing Luke Patterson. He’d released her wrist, allowing her to wrap an arm around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer. His hands now rested on her hips, thumbs digging into her bare skin under her t-shirt. Luke groaned in surprise as Kenny arched her back into him, and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling it lightly before letting it go, and connecting their lips again. Both were in a fit of passion, unable to think about anything else but their lips and their hands and their bodies, all fitting together so perfectly it was like they were meant to be like this. A sound outside the garage door separated them, two panting, gasping messes of blushing and rumpled clothes. Kennedy straightened her t-shirt and knelt down, grateful they’d stepped into the part of the garage where the loft ladder sat, so they were concealed from the door. Luke turned to look out the window, reaching into his jeans and adjusting himself not so discreetly. Kennedy noticed, and smirked to herself, before taking a deep breath, and letting go of the shoelace she’d been pretending to tie. 

“Oh hey Reg. Are we going? I kinda want an early night.” 

He shrugged and looked at Luke in confusion, who was leaning against the wall with his back to them, apparently stretching his calves. 

“Uh, sure. Hey Luke, you need a ride?” Luke spun round, his face petrified. 

“I’m good. Alex will take me later. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” 

Kennedy avoided making eye contact with him, rubbing her lips roughly with the back of her hand. Luke watched her, smirking slightly to himself. But inside his jeans pockets, his hands were fidgeting desperately, and his heart was still racing.

In the car on the way home, Kennedy thought over the night’s events. Luke had avoided touching her for the last two years, the most physical contact the two had shared was an awkward side hug at new years, when he’d felt obliged to hug her. The longest conversation they’d had in the past 6 months was a 25 minute argument over whether the sunset curve t-shirts should be black or white- even though they both already knew that they were made in both colours. It had only ended when Alex had stood between them, his hands on Kennedy’s shoulders, pushing her out of the studio. The worst part about this whole thing was that she couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of his lips on hers, or the sound of his heavy breathing in her ear, the featherlight touches of his fingertips dancing around her belt, his thumbs pressing into her hips. She played it over and over again in her head that night, rolling her eyes with a frustrated groan everytime the butterflies started up again. She couldn’t deny she’d had a crush on Luke when they were younger- but that was different now, right? She hadn’t thought about him like that in years- not really, anyway.

Kennedy made a point of avoiding Luke the entire week, occasionally glancing at him in the few AP classes they shared, but looking away before he caught her gaze. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the events of Friday night, and the playback of their kiss was now a permanent fixture in her brain. Eventually, Friday came around again, and Kennedy found herself scrutinizing her appearance in the mirror. She didn’t want to appear as if she’d tried to look good, so made even less of an effort than usual, choosing sweats over jeans, and tossing her hair into a messy ponytail. She did consciously choose a tshirt that was cropped enough to show her bra when she stretched- but she told herself it was warm outside, and that was the only reason why. The evening went down the same as always. Kennedy sat on the couch, flicking through the CDs that sat under the coffee table absentmindedly, shooting quick glances at Luke whenever she was sure Alex wasn’t watching her. Little did she know, Luke was doing the exact same thing, his eyes steadily growing darker over the course of the night, as he took in the few inches of midriff showing above her sweats, and the way her back arched as she stretched, showing the lacy band of her bralet. He nearly lost it when she reached an arm up and let her hair loose, the dirty blonde curls tumbling down her back in a haphazard fashion, biting down on his lip.

Watching Luke play was nothing short of an immense turn-on for Kennedy. The way his fingers moved across the strings with such ease, you’d think he’d been doing it since he was born. His arm muscles rippled as he transferred his weight from one foot to the other, his guitar swinging slightly on his sweating form. The hours seemed to drag by, and Kennedy’s stomach was going mental. She didn’t know if anything would happen- he’d avoided her all week. She didn’t even know if she wanted something to happen. 

But sure enough, as soon as the boys were finished, they set down their instruments and headed through to the house, laughing amongst themselves, and hardly a minute later, Luke slipped back through the garage door, his hair slick against his forehead. He wasted no time, striding over to the couch and reaching for Kennedy’s hand, pulling her up and flush against him. She sighed in relief and melted into his touch, connecting her lips with his as quickly as she could, appreciating the soft groan she earned from him in doing so. She mentally laughed at herself. As if she hadn’t been waiting for this all week.

His hands travelled down her back, and she stepped impossibly closer to him as one hand found her ass, pulling her into him, and forcing their hips together hedonistically. He took her by surprise, and pushed her onto the sofa, where she looked up at him in shock, her lips swollen and her hair fanned out on the cushion behind her head. Luke raked his eyes over her body hungrily, before leaning over her, supporting his weight on his arms. Kennedy’s breath was laboured, her heart fluttering under Luke’s intense gaze. Impatient, she reached up, and brought him down to her, but surprised him by attaching her lips to his neck, dragging her tongue across his pulse point slowly, before nipping it. He groaned in her ear, and she felt his hold on himself falter, as he rolled his hips into her. She accidentally let herself moan in delight, her head tilting back and leaving her neck exposed to him. Luke took the opportunity, his lips skimming the soft skin of her neck, leaving her gasping for more, arching into him uncontrollably. Luke nearly collapsed as he felt her grind into him, the slightest of touches around his hips driving him insane, thanks to the newfound tightness of the torn up jeans he insisted on wearing. Without warning, he dropped a hand to Kennedy’s waist, digging his thumb into her side. 

“Keep playing with me, Ken. See where it gets you.” 

His voice was hoarse in her ear, and Kennedy’s eyes rolled back in her head, feeling a familiar tightness in her lower abdomen. Luke grazed his hand over the top of her sweats, as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, watching every delicious facial expression she made. When she took her bottom lip between her teeth, he caved, and fell back onto her mouth, attacking with a new found vigour. She moaned into his mouth, and reached a hand under his shirt, her fingers dancing on the bare skin of his back. She could feel the muscles rippling under his skin, as he tried his hardest not to rock their hips together. She could feel his right hand still dancing around the waistband of her sweats, not quite daring to venture underneath them yet. He broke their kiss, and she noticed a hint of nervousness in his eyes. 

“Can I?” His eyes flicked down in the general direction of their hips, and Kennedy rolled her eyes, before dragging him back down to her. 

“Please.” 

She whispered into his mouth, smirking when he crashed their lips together, a new found confidence in him as he began to process she was just as into this as he was. His fingers dipped below her waist band, fingertips cold against the warmth of her stomach. Kennedy arched into his touch, breaking their kiss to gasp in his ear, as his fingers brushed her core over her underwear. Luke groaned quietly as he felt the heat between her legs, bringing his hand back up to rest between them. He grabbed her hand, and guided it down to his jeans, pressing her palm flat against his crotch. 

“See what you do to me?” 

His voice was close to a growl, and Kennedy moaned softly as she felt the hard outline of his erection straining against his jeans. She’d never really gone there with a guy- but in this moment, she wanted all of Luke. She felt his hand falter for a moment, clearly thinking about something, before he pulled her hand away, guiding it under the waistband of her sweats. 

“Trust me?” 

He questioned her quietly, pausing slightly before going further. Kennedy nodded hesitantly, struggling to predict where this was going. Luke’s thumb danced over the waistband of her underwear before dipping underneath, taking her hand with him. He pressed her palm against her heat, smirking as he heard her sharp intake of breath from the sudden contact. He leaned down slowly, placing his lips right next to her ear. 

“Touch yourself for me.” 

Kennedy’s eyes widened, and she nearly sat up. But he stopped her, hand still down her pants, and gave her an encouraging nod. Kennedy whimpered as his fingers started moving against her through her underwear, sighing at the loss of contact when he moved away. She was quickly satisfied when he moved her hand to where he had been. He met her eyes, the usually laughing blue replaced by dark pools of lust. Luke bit his lip as Kennedy began to moan softly, feeling her hand moving slowly under his hips. 

“You can be louder than that. I’ve heard you when you’re having a bitch.” 

Kennedy stopped and glared at him, and considered calling off this whole thing- but his lips suddenly attached themselves to her neck, silencing her instantly. 

“That’s what I thought. Keep going.” 

His voice was husky, laced with desperation and need for her. Kennedy couldn’t quite figure him out- she’d always assumed he was a receiver, definitely not a giver. But the way his hand still hadn’t left her joggers, and the way his fingers kept brushing against her wrist as he encouraged her, told her differently. 

“Luke I-” he silenced her with a kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips, and starting up a languid battle for dominance between them. Kennedy’s fingers were still circling her clit over her underwear, but she was desperate for more, their kiss becoming less languid by the second. She moaned into his mouth as her core ached, begging to be touched anywhere and everywhere. She could feel him smirking against her lips, and a sudden rush of confidence had her coming up with an idea. She stopped touching herself, and grabbed his hand, still resting in her sweats, moving it down so that it sat directly over her core. He raised his eyebrows and broke apart from her, but left his hand where she’d put it. She tilted her head a little to the side, and looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. 

“Touch me.” 

Her voice was barely audible, nothing more than a whisper. Luke groaned and gave in, slipping his calloused fingers under the soft material of her underwear. It took all of his self control not to start ripping her clothes off when he felt how wet she was, stroking a finger up and down her entrance in a torturous manner. 

“Luke.” 

Her voice was needy, begging for more, anything else. 

“God, you’re needy.” 

Kennedy grinned and pulled him back down to her, arching her hips into his touch, forcing him to apply more pressure, and moaning into his mouth when he did. 

“Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” He groaned against her lips as he slipped two fingers between her folds, gently pushing into her, and almost internally combusting as he felt her heat for the first time. 

“Yeah, I think not fucking your best friend’s little sister is somewhere in the bro code, right?” Luke smirked and sat up a little, fingers still working away inside her. 

“I’m not fucking you.” 

Kennedy tried to keep her face as straight as she could, a hefty task now that Luke’s thumb was circling her clit. 

“Yet.” 

That was it, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan building up inside her chest. 

“Let me hear you, gorgeous.”

His fingers moved rhythmically inside her, no longer teasing. She let out a few breathy moans, whimpering as he sped up. Luke was panting now, so turned on by the pleasure written all over her face that it hurt. Kennedy reached a hand down and started palming him through his jeans, earning her a sharp grunt, followed by an uncharacteristic whimper. 

“God Ken, you have no idea-'' 

He groaned again, dropping his forehead to meet hers, as he resisted the urge to roll his hips into her hand. He started thrusting his fingers faster, his thumb applying just a little more pressure to her centre. She could feel the familiar knot forming, heat pooling between her legs, the feeling of his fingers heavenly against her walls. She heard a distant laugh, worryingly like her brother’s familiar cackle. The wave was starting to crest, his fingers pumping rhythmically in and out of her. 

“Luke-'' 

He cut her off with a shake of his head, lips brushing hers once more. 

“I want you to come on my fingers. Do it.” 

His words sent her over the edge, and she gasped, feeling her walls clench around his hand. She stilled her movements against him as her entire body tensed, before utter bliss took over every nerve ending in her body, flooding her with a fire she’d never felt before. Luke watched her come undone beneath him, and thought he’d never seen anything as perfect in his life. He’d watch her do that again and again, all night, if he could. But considering her brother was about to walk through the door, it probably wasn’t going to happen just then.

He heard the door handle jiggle, and thanked the god he didn’t particularly believe in for the dodgy lock, before pulling his hand from Kennedy’s joggers, and climbing off her. He ran to the corner, adjusting himself with a painful wince, before looking behind him to where Kennedy was straightening herself out, still furiously blushing. She looked at the door in horror as Alex came strolling in, his hands in his pockets. 

“Hey Ken, whatcha doing?” 

Kennedy looked to Luke desperately, who sighed and reached into the drawer beside him. “She was going through my stuff, little shit.” 

He held up a battered black notebook- presumably his songbook. 

“Found her with this.” 

Kennedy’s shoulders sagged with relief, and she stood up. 

“Not my fault you leave your shit lying around. Not like there’s anything worth reading in there anyway.” 

She wobbled slightly and grabbed a hold of the wall. Luckily, Alex didn’t see. Luke smirked and made eye contact with her, bringing his fingers to his lips. Her eyes grew as she noticed they were still glistening, and she struggled to tear her eyes away as he sucked them clean, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the taste of her on his lips. He opened his eyes and smirked, dropping his hand to his jeans pocket. She swallowed and felt a new blush creep across her cheeks. Luke walked past her and waved his song book in her face. 

“Keep your paws off my stuff.” 

Knowing neither Alex or Reggie could see, he winked at her, and looked her up and down, before shoving the notebook in his pocket, taking a seat on the couch behind her. Reggie groaned and tossed Kennedy her hoodie. 

“Come on, sis. I’m taking you home.” 

Kennedy rolled her eyes but pulled it over her head, grateful for the shield it provided. She wandered out of the garage with Reggie in a comfortable silence, before they reached the car, and she turned around suddenly. 

“Oh shit, I left something. Be right back, Reg.” 

Reggie sighed and got into his car, stroking the wheel lovingly. Alex laughed as Kennedy ran back up the path, knowing she’d probably remembered something she wanted to say to Luke. He leaned up against his own car, waiting for the two of them to come out, or ready to run in if he heard anything being thrown.

Luke looked up in surprise as the garage door opened, standing as Kennedy appeared. 

“Oh hey, did you forget something?” 

Kennedy nodded her head and stalked towards him, kissing him furiously. His hands went straight to her hips, bringing her closer, and he felt her hands tangle in his hair, before she pulled away from him with a sigh. 

“What was that for?” He raised his eyebrows in slight amusement, and looked at her questioningly. Kennedy bit her lip and looked at the floor. 

“I just wanted to. And as a thank you, I guess.” He frowned and tried to work out what she meant. 

“What do you-oh.” 

His voice got a little softer, and he touched her arm with his finger gently. 

“Ken, was that the first time you’ve-?” She blushed furiously and looked at the ceiling. 

“Oh my god I am so not doing this.” Goodnight, Luke.” 

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, before running out again. Luke watched her go in wonder. He knew she was inexperienced- she tended to be too caught up with her books to go for guys, and anyway, having Reggie and the band as her family meant not many got near her anyway- but he didn’t know that had been her first time doing anything. A strange sense of happiness filled his chest. He was glad it had been him. And the knowledge that he’d been the one to get her to come for the first time was strangely gratifying. He’d always hated the idea of another guy touching her- but he’d put it down to brotherly instincts. However, he now had a feeling that was not the real reason at all.

They danced around each other at school for the next week, sharing heated glances in the corridor, and sneaky hand touches during practices, when he’d ask her to pass her a book, or a pen, or anything he could get away with asking for without seeming weird. Alex and Reggie shared surprised looks as Kennedy and Luke appeared to actually get along, for the first time in 2 years. Bobby seemed indifferent, and made no obvious indication that he’d noticed anything. As Friday approached, Kennedy got more and more antsy. Things had heated up quickly last week, and she had a slight inclination of where this week might go.

Come Thursday night, she had one of the longest showers of her life, making sure she felt clean and perfect enough to see him Friday evening. All through band practice she kept making eye contact with him- but his eyes were less hungry than previous weeks. There was a hint of softness in them, that she didn’t recognise. As always, the boys headed through the house to eat, and Luke appeared a few moments later. Kennedy smiled and stood up to meet him, pulling him in for a heated kiss. He returned it, but broke away soon after, shoving his hands in his jeans pocket to resist the urge to touch her. 

“Luke?” Kennedy raised her eyebrows at him, dropping her hands to her sides. 

“Uh. I wanna talk to you.” Kennedy rolled her eyes, dropping back onto the sofa with a dramatic groan. 

“Oh god, here we go. You’re my best friend’s little sister, it’s wrong, I shouldn’t, blah blah blah. God, all of you guys really are the same, aren’t you?” 

Luke watched her in astonishment, slightly afraid to speak. 

“Woah. Okay, not entirely where I was going with that.” 

Kennedy cleared her throat and cursed her impulsivity, feeling a red hot blush flood her cheeks. 

“Oh. Right.” 

Luke nodded, and visibly swallowed, leaning against the wall of the garage facing her. 

“I just wanted to speak about last week. It got heated really quickly, and I wanted to check you were okay, cause obviously it was your first time doing that stuff and uh-” 

Kennedy coughed, and interrupted him, leaving Luke to rub his hair and try to talk the redness out of his face. 

“Yikes, please don’t say that. You make me sound like such a virgin.” Luke frowned and stood up straight. 

“But I thought-” 

Kennedy rolled her eyes and stood up, pulling her hoodie over her shoulders. 

“Okay yeah, I am. But it’s not like I’ve never done anything. Just not that.” 

Luke frowned more, a heavy feeling entering his chest. He’d felt really good about last week, almost lucky, for being the only one to touch her, the only one to make her feel that way. 

“You were right though- you were the first guy to uh- you know.” 

He perked up slightly at this, smirking and raising his eyebrows. 

“Yeah? Hope I didn’t disappoint.” 

Kennedy walked over to him and punched him softly with a grin. 

“Shut up, dork. What was it you were going to say then?” 

Luke looked at his shoes and started fidgeting. 

“Um. I guess I wanted to check that you were actually cool with this- whatever this is.” Kennedy shrugged and leaned one shoulder against the wall, facing him. 

“You’re hot, I’m horny- doesn’t seem to be a reason not to.” Luke smirked at her bluntness and turned to face her again. 

“Cool.” 

Kennedy nodded slightly, letting her eyes drift down to his lips. 

“Cool.” 

Her voice was soft, and Luke noticed her tongue darting out and wetting her lips slightly. He groaned, and all in one movement, connected their lips and pushed her back against the wall, smirking against her mouth as he heard her moan.

One hand rested on the wall beside her head, the other pulling her hips into his, their natural movements causing their hips to rock together softly. 

“Jump.” 

Kennedy obliged, and wrapped her legs around Luke’s hips with a sigh, feeling him pressing against her sweats through his jeans already. He stumbled over to the couch, their lips still connected, and sat down so that she was straddling his lap. He moved his hands to her shoulders, pushing her hoodie off of them, and ran his hands down her arms, before pulling her closer to him, and resting a hand on her lower back. Kennedy moaned into his mouth, giving him access to deepen the kiss, their tongues tangled together desperately. Kennedy started rolling her hips into Luke’s, moaning as pleasure shot through her entire body. Luke gripped her hips and groaned desperately into her shoulder, pushing her down harder into his lap. His jeans were painfully tight, and he was contemplating undoing them- but he didn’t want to overstep. Kennedy broke away from him and tilted her head back, the breathy moans leaving her lips forcing Luke to bite his own lip, unhinged by how turned on she looked. He moved his mouth to her neck, nipping at her pulse point and kissing along her jawline, letting more of those gorgeous sounds fill the garage. 

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now? Getting yourself off on my lap? You’re incredible.” 

He whispered to her softly, his breath on her ear making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Kennedy let out another hedonistic moan in response, her hips still grinding into his lap in a delicious manner. 

“Fuck, Ken.” 

Luke dug his thumbs into her sides, and brought their mouths back together. One hand trailed up her body, and he placed his hand on her throat softly, giving her the chance to stop him if she wanted. But the unexpected gasp he received instead, followed by her drawing his bottom lip into her mouth, told him all he needed to know. He squeezed gently, his rings cutting into her neck, the cold metal a harsh contrast to the warmth of her skin, as she sucked on his lip. Kennedy was losing it; she’d never been this turned on in her life. A sudden rush of confidence had her hand drifting down to Luke’s belt, where it sat, her thumb stroking the soft patch of dark hair visible above the waistband of his boxers. Luke broke apart from her slightly, panting heavily. 

“You don’t have to-” 

He was cut off by her lips, and spoke against his mouth. 

“Shut up, Patterson.” 

Luke bit back a laugh and continued kissing her, drawing circles on her hip with his thumb, as her hand fiddled with his belt. 

“God dammit!” She pulled away from him, and looked down in frustration. Luke laughed and gently pushed her hands aside, undoing the buckle for her. 

“Thanks.” 

She connected their lips again, and reached a hand into his jeans, running her thumb over his length through the soft material of his boxers. He groaned at the contact, the delicious sound vibrating against her lips. Just as she slid her hand into his boxers, and he bit down on her lip, the telltale sounds of the rest of Sunset Curve coming back from dinner reached them, and they groaned. Kennedy rolled off of Luke, and ran through to the bathroom, only to be stopped by Luke, who indicated his undone trousers, and pushed her back towards the couch. She smirked at him and rolled her eyes, before dropping onto the sofa and pulling a blanket over her. Hopefully her red cheeks could be explained away as post-nap overheating. 

“Hey Ken- what happened to you?” Kennedy sat up with a slight groan, and rubbed her eyes. 

“Oh hey Reg. Sorry I fell asleep. What time is it?” 

Reggie smiled at his little sister, and dropped onto the couch beside her. 

“Almost time to go. Have you seen Luke?” Kennedy faked innocent rather well, pulling a face of disgust and shaking her head. 

“No, thank god.” 

Right on time, Luke appeared from the bathroom, fiddling with his fly. 

“Hey boys. Thanks Ken, hope you like the blanket.” She glared at him, hoping none of the others would notice her nickname slipping out. He hadn’t used it in years. Until the other week, of course. 

“Uh, cool. So you good to go? We’re coming over again tomorrow, okay?” Kennedy pretended to sigh, but secretly she was beyond happy. 

“Yeah I guess so, I’ve got some work to do.” She stood up and pulled her hoodie back on, catching Luke’s eye as she made her way out the door behind Reggie. He smirked and winked at her, adjusting his jeans ever so slightly. 

“Yo Kennedy, mind cleaning up the couch? I gotta sleep there.” Kennedy rolled her eyes at him, and waved to Reggie, already in the car, before running back up the path. As soon as she made it inside the garage door, she was in Luke’s arms, his lips pressed against hers, and her back against the wall. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues met, his hand coming to rest between her legs, toying with her through her sweatpants. 

“Wear a dress or something tomorrow.” He whispered to her quietly, nipping the top of her ear, before stepping away, and collapsing onto the couch. Kennedy shook her head softly and bit her lip, before sighing and slipping out of the garage. That boy was going to be the death of her.

“Kennedy come on, I said I’d be there by 11!” 

Still looking in her mirror, in the same position she’d been in for 10 minutes, Kennedy pulled at her skirt again. She was wearing a summer dress that had hidden in the bottom of her wardrobe since she was 15. Hopefully it fit into the ‘something’ Luke had mentioned. She’d also swapped her everyday underwear for a lacey black bra and a matching thong she’d picked up 2 weeks ago, which she’d been thanking the universe for ever since. She smoothed her outfit over her hips, flipping her hair carefully over one shoulder, before swinging her bag onto her back, and running down the stairs to meet her rather impatient brother. 

“A dress? Are you going somewhere afterwards?” 

Kennedy shrugged. 

“I just wanted to look like a girl, is that a crime or something?” 

Reggie rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t know what’s got you in such a pissy mood, but be a dear and get in the car won’t you? I’m late already.” 

Kennedy flipped him off, and climbed into the front seat. She was slightly nervous, but most of the butterflies in her abdomen were from anticipation. She’d lain awake for hours last night, trying to picture where the day would take her- but eventually sleep got the better of her, and she’d woken up missing the feeling of Luke’s hands on her. Reggie sighed as he got in the car, taking in just how short Kennedy’s dress was. 

“I don’t know how I feel about this, Bobby can be a bit-” Kennedy rolled her eyes. 

“Pervy? Yeah I’m aware. But it’s the 90s, I’m a teenage girl, and I won’t let some misogynistic fuck control what I wear. You choose who I’m referring to.” 

Reggie held his hands up in defeat, and started the car. 

“Jesus, did you not sleep or something?” 

She shrugged, and looked out the window, chewing her lip. It was only a matter of hours now.

“Hey Reg, hey Ken- wow, okay legs.” 

Bobby’s was the first voice she heard, as she came into the studio behind Reggie. 

“God, Bobby, you dropped your dignity. Never seen a pair of legs before? Oh wait.” 

Kennedy rolled her eyes, before heading for the ladder, grabbing a lollipop from the bowl on the side. 

“Hey Reg, hey Ke-” Luke didn’t even have the power to get through half of her name. He gulped, and shoved a hand in his pocket. 

“Hey Kennedy.” She met his eyes and smirked lightly. 

“Hey Lucas.” 

She turned to climb the ladder, feeling his eyes on her the entire time as she disappeared into the loft. It took her by surprise when she got up there- the beanbag was pushed to the side, all of the boxes pushed under the shelf, and a couple of blankets laid out over the wooden slats. She smiled to herself at Luke’s thoughtfulness. Even if he was a dick sometimes, the boy could be sweet. However, as much as she’d love to sit and think about Luke for a few hours, she had math homework to do, and so she settled down for a few hours, with the company of algebra, and the admittedly pleasant background noise of Luke’s husky voice.

The boys went through for lunch, and Kennedy pushed her books aside, sitting cross legged against the wall. Sure enough, a few moments later, Luke’s head appeared, his cheeks a warm pink, and his jumper discarded. 

“Hey.” 

He didn’t answer her, instead dropping to his knees, and running his hands along the exposed skin of her legs. 

“When I said dress, I didn’t think it would be this.” Kennedy grinned and shrugged. 

“It’s like the only appropriate dress I own.” 

Luke raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Bobby almost came in his pants when he saw you. Hell, I nearly did. I’d love to see your other ones, if this is considered appropriate.” 

Kennedy smirked and reached an arm out, playing with his hair. 

“Maybe if you’re lucky.”

Luke grinned as he leaned towards her, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

“Oh I’m very lucky.” 

They’re lips collided in an instant tangle of tongues and teeth and lips, and Luke’s hands slid behind Kennedy, pulling her towards him and into his lap. She could feel him through his jeans, already hard, and knew he’d be able to feel her heat. Both hands were in his hair, tugging softly and eliciting the softest moans from him, urging her to tug harder, and let her lips trail away from his lips, travelling along his jawline and onto his neck. Luke’s hands gripped at her bare thighs, his breath heavy on her neck. 

“Luke?” 

He gripped her thighs tightly and pulled her impossibly closer. 

“Yeah?” 

Kennedy brushed her lips against his, and felt his hands drift behind her, one sitting on her lower back, the other under the curve of her ass. 

“I want you.” 

He groaned, and flipped them, so that he lay between her legs. Kennedy could feel him pressing into her stomach through the rough material of his jeans, and the cold metal of his chains made her gasp as they trailed along her inner thigh. Luke’s lips found hers again, softer than before, but still hungry, his tongue stroking hers gently. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” 

Kennedy nodded, not willing to sacrifice time she could be kissing him to reply. His fingers drifted up her thigh, all of his weight resting on his left arm, as his hands toyed with her underwear. He frowned slightly, and pulled back, lifting up her dress to look underneath. 

“Holy fuck, Ken. Are you trying to kill me?” 

Kennedy giggled, and shrugged. 

“They’re cute.” 

Luke groaned his approval, and dropped his mouth to her thighs, leaving her gasping for air. He mumbled against her skin, sending heavenly vibrations straight between her legs. 

“Yeah, really fucking cute.” 

He pushed her skirt up her legs, glancing at her face to check she was okay with every move he made. Her lower lip was between her teeth, cheeks sporting a pretty blush, blue eyes rolled back in her head. Clearly he was driving her slightly insane. Luke smirked to himself, and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his bare chest free for Kennedy to admire. She did, noticing the lack of contact between them, opening her eyes and resisting the urge to jump him then and there. He started to trail his fingers up the bare skin of her inner thighs, igniting sparks and feelings that she didn’t even know she was capable of having. As he reached her core, he drew a line over the fabric of her underwear, chuckling when her hips bucked towards his hand. 

“Eager?” She shot him the best death glare she was capable of in that moment, watching as he leaned over her. 

“Suck.”

Luke held two fingers to her lips, watching with dark eyes as she opened her lips and wet them, sucking his fingers slowly and watching his pupils dilate even more, trying not to moan when his bottom lip slipped between his teeth. Kennedy felt the heat pool between her legs as she registered how turned on he was, and couldn’t hold back the breathy moan of anticipation that escaped her as Luke pressed a kiss to her jawline, before returning his attention to her core. He wasted no time, pushing her underwear to the side and stroking her gently, rubbing her hip with his free hand in an effort to make her relax. She seemed fine, but he was slightly worried she might be nervous. That, and he knew that massaging her hips would make every single one of the orgasms he planned on forcing out of her, feel freaking insane.

Kennedy was moaning under her breath, trying everything in her power to keep her voice low, in case one of the boys came back unexpectedly. Luke was making it difficult, with two fingers now steadily stroking in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. At one point, the look on her face was enough that he actually had to move one hand to his jeans to palm himself for a moment, just to ease some of the pressure in his pants. Her panting was slightly louder now, breathy moans leaving her lips with every movement he made. Smirking to himself, Luke lowered his mouth to her legs, running his lips against the milky skin of her thighs. Almost immediately, Kennedy’s legs tightened around his shoulders, and Luke laughed against her skin, pressing featherlight kisses on her inner thighs. He worked his way up, feeling her hand move into his hair and pull softly. 

“This okay?” 

He mumbled at a volume just loud enough that she could hear him, looking up to check she was nodding. She was, and so he continued, until she could feel his breath on her core, tantalisingly close, and torturously warm. 

“Luke.” 

He groaned at his name in her mouth, dropping his lips to her centre, and sucking her swollen clit gently as she gasped for air, feeling sensations she’d never experienced before. 

“Holy fuck, Luke.” 

He snickered and slipped his tongue between her folds, moaning quietly at the first taste of her. 

“You taste incredible.” 

Kennedy tried to laugh, but was cut off by his tongue moving inside of her again, eliciting a desperate moan from her as her hand tugged at his hair. Luke groaned into her and pulled away, reaching a hand up to wipe his lips. Whining at the loss of contact, Kennedy looked up, and found him watching her with heavy-lidded eyes, his lips and chin shining with her wetness. 

“Shit that’s hot.” 

He smirked, and let his hand drift between her legs, rubbing her clit lazily as he moved on top of her. 

“I know I am.” 

She rolled her eyes, but lifted her head to kiss him, sighing as his lips moved against hers. Her hands trailed up and down his back, nails scratching lightly at the defined muscles. She dug her nails in as his fingers slipped between her folds again, and he moaned into her mouth, biting at her lip. 

“That feel good?” 

He nodded, and started to kiss down her jawline, sucking on her pulse point for a moment, revelling in the noise she made. 

“Luke, stop playing.” 

He sat up and looked at her, a blushing mess, hair spread out on the blankets beneath her, lips swollen and red, pupils blown out in such a way that she looked truly breathtaking. His eyes raked over her hungrily, and he shrugged, reaching into his back pocket and dropping a condom onto the ground beside her. 

“You want something, take it.” 

He sat back on his heels, eyes never leaving her body, as she chewed on her lip nervously. He thought she was going to change her mind, was prepared to get slapped or help her get redressed- but instead she sat forward, legs either side of him, her hands going straight to his belt. Luke’s eyes rolled back in his head as her hand came into contact with him through his boxers, the minimal touch enough to have him aching for more. Kennedy’s hands were warm, and he bit back a moan as her fingers snuck under the waistband of his boxers, her other hand pushing his jeans lower on his hips. Her touches were shy, until they weren’t, and she wrapped a hand around him tightly, pulling gently. She was on her knees now too, he noticed, their heads almost at the same height. Luke’s head dropped forward onto her shoulder as her thumb circled his head, biting into her as he struggled not to groan. All he wanted to do was pin her on her back, arms above her heads, and fuck her into next week- but he wanted to make sure she was alright. He loved Kennedy, and he didn’t want to scare her. That sentiment was abandoned as soon as she moved forward, his head lifting to see what she was doing. Luke’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he felt her lips wrap around his head, tentative, but definitely there. He dropped a hand to her hair, stroking it as he tried to function, while she sucked him gently, her tongue dipping into his slit, circling his head. And then her hand was pumping what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and he couldn’t help himself, bucking his hips up by accident. She gagged, and at first he was afraid he’d hurt her, so he stopped - but then she moaned, the vibrations against his cock too perfect to handle. He nearly combusted right there and then, tugging on her hair, to pull her off. She looked up at him, eyes watering slightly from being gagged, and she looked utterly fucked. 

“On your back.” 

She smiled slightly, lowering herself back onto her elbows, legs spread perfectly for him. His eyes darkened as he saw her core, dripping wet and glistening. He wanted nothing more than to see her in all her beauty, tearing that stupidly innocent dress off of her, but the impending reappearing of his bandmates meant it was far too risky. So he settled between her legs, jeans still around his hips, watching her face for any signs of uncertainty or fear. But she looked how he felt, lips parted, bottom lip rolling between her teeth. Luke let his fingers ghost against her core, though he knew he didn’t need to, to check she was ready, before slipping them between his lips and looking directly into her eyes as he sucked her taste off of him. Kennedy moaned and threaded her fingers through his belt loops, pulling his hips down to meet hers. His cock bumped against her thigh, and both of them stiffened at the touch. 

“You sure?” 

Luke reached for the condom lying beside them, tearing the foil with his teeth before sitting up a little to roll it on. When there was no answer, he looked up, meeting her eyes. She smirked and nodded, knowing she’d made him panic slightly. Luke rolled his eyes and smacked her thigh gently, before pushing her knee up, making room for himself between her legs. Kennedy’s hand drifted along his shoulder, tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck in anticipation. Luke teased her, tapping the head on her clit a few times before pushing a little at her entrance, licking his lips when she moaned. Just before he moved, he reached for her hand, interlocking their fingers. Kennedy raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking to their hands and smiling slightly, before she felt Luke push all the way into her, feeling simultaneous waves of pain and pleasure course through her body. She groaned, and squeezed his hand tightly, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to get used to the stretch. He bit his lip above her, whispering. 

“Sorry. Figured it’d be better in one go?” 

She rolled her eyes, but squeezed his hand, letting him know it was fine. 

“Just- Just gimme a sec.” 

He nodded, thumb rubbing over the back of her hand as he looked over her face. Even with her eyes shut, she was beautiful, he thought, as a soft smile floated onto his lips. Kennedy’s eyes opened, and she looked up at him, giving a slight nod. Luke slid out slowly, pushing back in and groaning at the feeling of her walls around him. 

“Fuck. You’re so tight Ken, you feel amazing.” 

Kennedy whimpered beneath him, the pain ebbing away and leaving nothing but pleasure. She lifted her hips off the ground, begging for more. Luke rested one hand beside her shoulder, and left the other intertwined with hers, as he began to pull out of her again, leaning further forward before thrusting back in. Kennedy forgot how to breathe for a moment, pulling hard on Luke’s hair as her eyes rolled back in her head. 

“There we go. That good?” 

Luke’s voice had a hint of a laugh in it, proud of himself for the way he was making her feel. 

“Shut up, stop talking, do it again.” 

She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him down to her, joining their lips as she moaned through his steady thrusts. Needing more, she lifted her knees, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him in tighter. They both groaned at the new angle, Luke’s thrusts getting faster as they appreciated the how deep he could suddenly get. His tongue explored her mouth, pants and sighs breaking through their kiss every few seconds, before they stopped trying, and he dropped his head to her shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder. Kennedy tilted her head back, starting to move her hips in time with Luke. 

“Harder.” 

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Luke heard her, lifting his head to look at her slightly. 

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch-” Before he could make a smart comment, Kennedy pulled his hips into hers hard with her ankles, bringing their lips back together. 

“I said, harder.” 

He laughed through his moan, obeying her request and starting to fuck her. The hands that were intertwined still lay by their sides, Kennedy gripping him tightly. She tried to break apart, wanting to reach down and touch herself as she felt the heat in her stomach begin to knot and flood her senses. 

“I don’t think so.” 

Luke caught on to her intentions, and pushed their hands up above her, giving himself new leverage and making it possible to slam into her even harder. Kennedy moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head as Luke hit every spot inside of her, making her feel incredible. 

“Don’t move.” 

He warned her with his eyes, before letting go of her hand, and reaching between them, his thrusts never faltering. Kennedy whimpered as he touched her, her legs tensing. 

“I’m so close, Luke, I’m-” He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her lips, softer than the previous ones. 

“I’m right there with you. Cum for me.” 

That was all it took, and suddenly her legs were shaking, and soft moans were leaving her lips, the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced racking through her body. The feeling of Luke pulsing inside her as he stilled only made the feeling that much more intense, as he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck. 

“Holy fuck.” 

Luke breathed, moving his head to the side so he was looking at the side of her face. Before he could stop himself, he pressed a kiss to the side of her jaw, blushing after he pulled away. He sat up, and started to pull out of her slowly, eyes shutting as he tried not to focus on how good she felt. Kennedy whined at the sudden emptiness, and he couldn’t help but smile as he threw the condom into a bag of trash, before tucking himself back into his jeans and returning to his place between her legs. He ran a hand up her still trembling legs, reaching her centre as she tensed, moving away from him. 

“Relax, we’re done. You’re good.” 

He pulled her underwear back into place and pulled the skirt of her dress back down, lying down beside her. She curled into him instinctively, resting her head on his bare chest. 

“You okay?” 

She looked up at him, her cheeks still pink, looking impossibly innocent after what they’d just done. 

“Perfect. I- yeah. Thanks, Luke.” 

He raised his eyebrows, noticing suddenly that his hand was in her hair, stroking it softly. 

“For what?” 

She shrugged, looking away from him. 

“I dunno. I-It’s been nice, being near you, again.” Luke’s face fell, and his hand stilled in her hair. 

“Ken-” 

She sat up, running her fingers through her hair. 

“Don’t, it’s fine. I get it. People drift. It’s nice to know we still have something to connect us other than Reggie, though.” He looked at her in confusion, sitting up beside her. 

“Amazing sexual chemistry. I might have to pretend I hate you 24/7, but at least I get a decent fuck out of it afterwards, right?” The bitter tone in her voice didn’t go unnoticed, but for some reason, Luke didn’t say a word, instead watching as she stood on shaky legs, grabbing her bag. 

“I’m gonna head home. I’ll see you at school. Bye, Luke.” 

He watched as she left, falling back onto the blanket’s in a state of shock once he heard the garage door close behind her. She’d said she’d been pretending to hate him. And he’d just let the girl he’d been in love with since he was 13, leave, after taking her virginity.

Kennedy was nowhere to be found at school, and anytime he did see her, she was walking in the other direction, or busy with a group of friends. It would look weird, to speak to her at school, he decided, and instead set his mind on speaking to her at practice that night. But then she didn’t show up all week, and Reggie had to skip weekend rehearsals for a family event, and when he came back on Monday, he was still alone. The other boys noticed the change in Luke’s demeanour, with Bobby even offering to nick beer from his dad after Friday’s practice, and Alex agreeing to join in- but still, nothing. He was quiet, mopey, and the Sunset Curve boys knew it was something more than one of Luke’s moods when he turned down a trip to Downtown LA. 

“Man, what’s up with you?” Luke shrugged from his spot on the sofa, not even bothering to look up at Bobby. 

“Is it a girl or something? I haven’t seen you like this since-” 

Luke glared at Alex, but that was all they needed. Reggie appeared on one side of him, Alex on the other, while Bobby stood across from them, triumphant grins on their faces. 

“Who is she? Do we know her? What happened?” 

Luke groaned and dropped his head to his knees. But he knew there was no getting out of it. 

“I’m not telling you her name, you might know her from school or something, we fucked and I was a dickhead about it because she thinks I hate her but I don’t.” 

He finished, and returned to his previous position, head on the back of the sofa, staring at the ceiling aimlessly. 

“Easy, just tell her you don’t hate her then.” Luke’s eyes flicked to Reggie, shaking his head internally. 

“I’m trying to, but she’s disappeared on me.” 

Alex sat up suddenly, and Luke gave him a warning glare. 

“Holy shit. No way.” Reggie and Bobby turned to the drummer, questioning looks on their faces. 

“Oh, uh. Sorry. Just remembered something about my car. Luke, come help?” 

Reggie shrugged, and slumped back onto the sofa, but Bobby looked skeptical. He tried to follow, but Luke shook his head. 

“Don’t worry, Bobby. I got this.” He nodded towards the bassist on the sofa, and Bobby rolled his eyes, but stayed behind, moving to pick up his guitar.

“You slept with Kennedy?! When? What?” Luke glanced back to the garage, fear written all over his face. 

“Last weekend. I- We’ve been fooling around for a few weeks now. I think she regretted it, she left straight afterwards after saying some shit about not hating me or whatever, but I didn’t say anything, and now she’s never going to speak to me again!” 

Alex looked at his best friend, putting his hands on the shorter boys’ shoulders. 

“Luke, listen to me. You broke that girl’s heart, and you know you did. You abandoned her when she started high school, and she’s never forgotten that. But it takes a literal idiot to miss how she looks at you. She’s head over heels in love with you, has been from the start. Don’t for one second try and tell yourself that isn’t true.” 

Luke stared at Alex in disbelief, his mouth hanging open slightly. The blonde stared back, equally disbelieving. 

“Oh my g- You actually didn’t know? Oh my god I’ve raised fucking idiots. Wow. Okay, in the car. We’re going to Reggie’s.” 

Luke opened his mouth to speak, but Alex clapped a hand over his face before he could, shaking his head. 

“I don’t care. In the car.”

They pulled up outside the Peters’ house, and Luke clenched his hands into fists repeatedly. 

“What do I even tell her?” Alex rolled his eyes. 

“Start with the truth. Go. I’m going back to Rose’s, and we’ll all have dinner here, okay? So be quick, and none of that.” 

Luke couldn’t help his smirk, earning himself a harsh smack on the arm from Alex. 

“Go!” 

Angry Alex was scary, so Luke got out of the car, making his way round the back of the house and letting himself in the front door. He didn’t really stop to consider the fact that the 16 year old girl he was trying to visit was under the impression she was home alone- so he shouldn’t have been surprised by the sudden screaming as he reached the top of the stairs. She was wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower, her hair soaking wet over her shoulder, face free of makeup. Luke’s eyes widened, and he turned around, apologising profusely. 

“I’m so sorry, oh my god, this was Alex’s idea, fuck. I’m sorry.” 

He heard a tired sigh, and then the soft padding of feet as she walked behind him to her bedroom door. 

“It’s fine. What are you doing here, Luke?” 

He swallowed, and looked down at his hands. 

“Uh, you haven’t been at practices and I-” She cleared her throat, and he turned to see her standing at her bedroom door. 

“You look stupid. Just come in. It’s fine.” 

He nodded and walked over to her, moving to sit on her bed while she stood in front of him, leaning against the wall. 

“I wanted to see if you were alright.” 

She shook her head as she looked at the window, a half-smile on her face. 

“Really? You drove- Sorry, Alex drove you, all the way across town, so you could check if I was alright?” 

Luke smiled sheepishly and nodded. 

“You’ve never been a good liar, Lucas. Spit it out.” 

Luke sighed and bit his lip. 

“After last weekend, you disappeared. You just left, didn’t say anything, and then you didn’t show up at any rehearsals, and I couldn’t talk to you at school-” Kennedy cut in, her cheeks flushing red. 

“And why couldn’t you speak to me at school, Luke? Too embarrassed? Can’t be seen with me?” Luke looked at her in astonishment, mouth dropping slightly open. 

“Why would you say that?” Kennedy laughed shortly, holding onto her towel tightly. 

“You’ve ignored me for nearly 3 years, Luke. You humiliated me, constantly, enjoyed watching me hurt, got some kind of kick out of seeing me being knocked down. You were my best friend. I left last weekend because I realised I can’t do that. I can’t just be another girl that you have sex with and leave. It’s fine, and I don’t regret it, but it’s just sex to you, and I can’t pretend like-” 

She was cut off by Luke’s voice, strangely quiet and soft. 

“You really think that? Think it was just sex to me?” 

He met her eyes, and she was taken aback to find them wide, and sad. 

“Ken, I’ve loved you since I was like 10. When me and Reg started being friends, I knew it could never happen, that I couldn’t do that to my friend. It was too painful to accept, and to continue to see you everyday, knowing it could never be anything, would have broken me. So I- I stopped being friends with you. I turned my hurt into your hurt, and it was better to see you hate me, than be your friend knowing you’d never love me.” He looked up at her, taking in her face. 

“I’m in love with you. I live for the moments at practice when you’re on the couch studying and you think I can’t see you dancing along. I love watching you study, when you focus you kinda stick your tongue out, and when you’re with Reggie, you both just light up, like real best friends but siblings too. You love everyone, and everything, you’re always smiling, you’re insanely smart, you’re beautiful, you’re-” 

A surprised grunt left him as he felt something hit him, and he looked up to find Kennedy in his lap, her hands on either side of his face. 

“I love you too, Luke.” His jaw dropped, and he hardly had time to register the fact that she was only in a towel before she was kissing him fiercely, her wet hair cold against his cheek. He wasted no time in kissing her back, his hands moving to her lower back and pulling her tight against him. She moaned into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss. This feeling in his stomach, a fluttering softness that he didn’t quite recognise, started warming him from the inside out, until he laughed into their kiss, causing Kennedy to break away. 

“What?” He grinned at her, resting their foreheads together. 

“Since when do you even remotely like me? I made your life a living hell.” She nodded, running a hand through his hair as she bit her lip. 

“You remember in 7th grade, when I wanted to learn how to skate, and you took me to the skatepark every single damn day after school, and held my hand while I stood on your board? I started crushing on you then, because you were so sweet to me. And then you grew these, and this, and I couldn’t really help myself, even if I did hate you.” 

She shrugged as she squeezed his biceps and ruffled his hair playfully. 

“Hey, I thought you said you were pretending to hate me?” She shrugged again, running a finger along his jawline. 

“I hated you a little bit. You embarrassed me in front of the entire lacrosse team, Luke.” He raised his eyebrows at her as her finger reached his chin, biting his lip. 

“The lacrosse team, huh?” She nodded, a mischievous grin working its way onto her features. 

“Yeah. Hottest guys in the whole school, can’t really miss them.” He narrowed his eyes, before flipping them over so that her back was on the bed, while he rested between her legs. 

“Can the lacrosse team do that?” She shrugged, not even trying to hide her smile.” He shook his head, shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders and onto the floor. 

“Oh yeah? And what about this?” 

He lowered his lips to her neck, sucking on her pulse point for a moment, before biting her neck, littering soft kisses along her jawline. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head tilted back, mouth open slightly as she muttered. 

“Mmhm. Totally.” 

He hummed at her, before dropping a hand in between them, running his fingers up the smooth skin of her leg. 

“And what about,” 

He smirked at her as he felt how wet she was, slipping a finger between her folds. 

“This?” She moaned as he thrust two fingers inside her, opening her eyes and dragging his lips down to hers. 

“Nope.” He grinned into the kiss, holding himself up with his free arm, while his fingers worked into her, his thumb rubbing at her clit. 

“Good to hear.” 

Her hips bucked into his hand as they kissed desperately, only breaking apart to pull his shirt over his head. Kennedy complained loudly about the lack of contact, until she was reduced to a whimpering mess as he resumed his previous ministrations on her core. 

“I think this can go, yes?” 

Luke tugged at her towel gently, resting on his knees between her legs. His fingers were still going, so she was hardly capable of coherent thoughts, but somehow managed a nod. Luke swallowed and pulled the towel to the side gently, groaning at the sight of her in absolutely nothing, lying beneath him. 

“All for me.” 

He ran his hand over her gently, between her breasts and over her stomach, before dropping his head and kissing over her chest, sucking marks into the still damp skin. Kennedy let out a high-pitched moan as he started kissing her breasts, biting and licking marks into them. Her legs tensed up, and he applied a little more pressure to her clit as his mouth worked on her nipple. 

“Cum for me, baby, come on. I got you.” 

She threw her head back and moaned his name loudly, drowning out the sound of the front door opening and closing. Luke closed his eyes as her walls clenched around his fingers, resisting the urge to slam into her right then and there. He kept moving his fingers slowly, helping her through her orgasm, until she sighed breathlessly, looking at him with such adoration that he blushed. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging softly, bringing his lips to hers. 

“Fuck me, Luke. Please.” 

He groaned into her mouth, moving his hands to his belt as he kissed her, and shoving his jeans down his hips. He pumped his length a few times, but he was already painfully hard, so wasted no time in lining himself up with her entrance, and pushing inside slowly. Kennedy whined softly, her fingers digging into his shoulder. 

“Shit. Oh my god Ken, I lo-” 

He was cut off by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Reggie’s distinctive voice carrying through the hall. 

“Shit, fuck fuck fuck, this is not happening oh my-” Kennedy pushed on his chest with an infuriated glare, and he nodded, pulling out with a soft hiss. 

“Right, sorry.” She rolled her eyes, pulling her towel back around her just in time before her bedroom door burst open. Luke’s face flushed red as he finished pulling up his fly. 

Alex looked between them, a horrified expression making its way onto his face. 

“Hey, Reggie do you want to- okay.” 

Reggie barged past Alex, his smile fading quickly as he took in their dishevelled appearances. Luke waved awkwardly. 

“Hey, Reg. Before you say anything, uh we, um.” 

Luke looked over to Kennedy for some help, but she was busy pulling the towel tighter around her chest, hyper aware of the fact that there were now three guys in her bedroom. Four, she thought, as Bobby made his way in. 

“Oh shit, hey little Peters. You good?” 

Luke scowled and moved in front of her, handing her his t-shirt behind his back. Reggie stood, mouth open, looking at them. 

“You’re telling me, the girl you- my SISTER? LUKE?!” 

Luke held his hands up, shrugging sheepishly. 

“I’m sorry man, but if it makes it better-” 

Reggie shook his head, running a hand through his hair. 

“My sister? Dude, low blow.” Kennedy stood up, somehow having pulled her pyjama shorts on under her towel, now dressed in Luke’s t-shirt. 

“Reg. It’s fine. I love him.” 

Alex’s eyebrows shot up, and Reggie’s mouth fell even further open, as they watched her slip her hand into his. Luke smiled like a goof for a moment, before his gaze turned to Bobby. 

“Hear that Wilson? She’s my girl now, no looking.” 

Bobby threw his hands up in defense, but was wearing a dorky grin, and winked at Luke before disappearing out of the room. Kennedy blushed at Luke calling her his girl, cuddling closer into his side. Reggie was still looking between them, confused, until he frowned slightly, pointing a finger at Luke. 

“You’re not wearing a shirt- oh my god. In my house? Disgusting. I hate you both. Nope. This isn’t happening, not here-” 

Kennedy panicked, grabbing Luke tightly. 

“Reg, don’t overreact, he’s your best friend. It’s fine, he’s Luke. Think about how-” 

Reggie shook his head impatiently. 

“No, no. Not that. I don’t care you guys are dating, that’s fine, whatever. Just like. Don’t do that. Please. When I’m here. Gross.” 

Kennedy blushed and hid her face in Luke’s side, who was also very red. 

“Cool, so can you leave? Cause we were kinda in the middle of some-” 

Kennedy smacked his bare chest, glaring at him, before stepping towards Reggie. 

“Hey Reg, you’re okay with this, right? I do love him. And he- he loves me.” Reggie raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Ken, you’re asking me if you can date my best friend, aka make him my brother. Why would I say no?” 

She grinned and threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. Reggie hugged her back, before pushing her towards Luke, and pointing a finger at him. 

“I’m fine with it. But if you hurt her, I kill you. I have a very nice car. I will use it.” 

Luke nodded with a grim expression, wrapping an arm around Kennedy’s waist and pressing a kiss into her hair. Alex watched with a smug smirk, arms crossed. 

“Anyway, we’ll let you guys get back to it. Let’s go, Reg.” 

Reggie’s face contorted in horror, and Kennedy groaned, flipping Alex off. 

“Hey, don’t be rude. I’m the one who convinced him to grow a pair of balls and tell you.” 

Kennedy crossed her arms and tilted her head. 

“And I’d be playing with those balls right now, but you’re still here. So fuck off before I decide I don’t care about boundaries.” 

Alex gagged and ran down the corridor, leaving Reggie to stand with a look of slight disgust on his face. 

“Okay. Well. That’s disgusting. I don’t want to be an uncle. And if that does happen, Luke, kiss it goodbye.” 

Luke’s eyes widened, and Kennedy laughed, pushing Reggie out of the room, and closing the door behind him. She turned back to Luke, biting her lip. 

“Anyway. Where were we?” 

He grinned, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to his chest. 

“Just give me a sec. Check this out.” 

He leaned behind her and opened her door, shouting down the stairs. 

“Yo Bobby, you got a condom?” 

A high pitched scream sounded from the kitchen, followed by the slamming of the front door, and then sudden silence. Kennedy ran to her window, looking out to see Reggie sitting in the front seat of his car, looking incredibly upset, as Bobby raked around the glovebox. Bobby looked up at the window, grinning when he saw her, before holding up a strip of condoms, waving them around. Luke laughed from behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her from behind. 

“So we’re doing this, huh?” 

He nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. 

“Yeah we are. I love you.” Kennedy smiled and watched as Bobby got back in the car, presumably having put the condoms through the letterbox. A middle finger appeared from the back window, definitely Alex’s, and she turned to face Luke. 

“I love you too.”

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[undyingskies]

Big Bear

request: no

a/n: i hope you guys like this one, i truthfully have no idea how i feel about it but that is okay. i just had the idea and finally found some motivation to write so i did.

Quick reminder too, i have my request closed for the time being as i am struggling a bit with writers block and motivation! i have my inbox open to be able to still talk and interact with everyone but i am hoping to shave down my request list a little more before i open it up again! i hope everyone understands, i should have it open by the end of this upcoming week!

warnings: none

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word count: 2.7k

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Come with us to Big Bear they said, it will be fun they said.

And it was fun in the beginning, when you guys first got to the mountain. The day started off with everyone joking around and shot gunning a few drinks. Your small group of friends, meeting other small groups of friends. It was fun.

But then, the snowboarding began. And they were wrong, it was not fun anymore. It may have been fun to watch the mess you were trying to snowboard down the mountain but instead of making it down the mountain you just ended up face down in the snow.

Either way, it wasn’t fun for you. But everyone was getting a good laugh at you.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go up one more time!”

You look at your friend, giving them the most pointed eye you could muster. All of them laughing at your look.

“No. Not happening.”

“Come on please! This could be your lucky slope, besides we’re getting lunch after.”

You let the idea roll around in your head, trying to pin point the positive and negatives of going again. While there were many negatives, at this point you’ve fallen enough, what is one more time you think.

“Fine, I’ll go.” The frustration evident coming from you.

“Yes! Atta girl, let’s get going then.” With that your hand is in your friends and they are pulling you up onto your feet.

You trudge behind them, making your way to the lift. You and your friends are just alone waiting for your turn, listening to the laughter of the group in front of you.

“Dude all I’m saying is it’s weird that you’re wearing a mask with hulu girls on it when we’re in the snow!” The loud voice of the guy in front of you making both you and your friends giggle.

Your giggles getting the attention of the boys and girl in front of you. Their eyes all on you. Your giggling immediately stops, but escapes again when you see the mask in question.

“See dude! Even they agree!” The boy laughs at his friends. “I told you it’s a weird mask!”

“It is not, I got it in Hawaii! I thought it was fun!” The one boy whines out, taking being the brunt of the joke well though.

“I don’t think it’s as fun as you think, how about you ask miss giggles over there!” The same male voice says again, causing your eyes to widen. You weren’t ready to be put on the spot.

They all stare at you for a few seconds, you’re still in shock at their attention.

“Well?” The boy with the mask asks.

“I mean it’s not, not fun; but it also looks like one of my grandpa’s shirts.” You confess, your words making everyone laugh.

“See dude!”

“That’s not fair!”

“It totally looks like a grandpa shirt!”

The group of friends all begin saying at the same time, laughing at the truth your words held. The boy in the mask looks at you and says “thanks a lot.”

You smile at his words and interject back, “You wanted the strangers opinion.” Now the both of you laugh as well.

The time you had to wait for the lift went by quickly due to your interactions with the group in front of you. They hop on the lift in front of you and you can still hear their laughter as you make your way up the hill.

You can feel your nerves set in as you get closer to hopping off the lift, you would much rather not fall flat on your face this time around.

You start hyping yourself up in your head, “you got this Y/N. You can do it.” The hyping up seems to work as you feel your nerves start to diminish.

Then it’s your turn to hop off, your friend looking over at you smiling.

“Ready Y/N?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

And with that your board has hit the fresh snow and you’re lunging yourself off the seat.

You’re able to steady yourself as you’re going down the hill, you’re able to slice back and forth through the snow.

You can feel the smile make its way onto your face, and your laughter leave you. It felt so good to make your way down the mountain. You could hear your friends behind you, wooing in excitement.

All of you got excited too soon, because just as you were about to make it to the bottom of the mountain, something happened and you felt your feet fly into the air.

Next thing you know you’re face first in the snow. Again.

You just continue to lay there, face first in the snow, not wanting to move yet. Just letting whatever emotion you were feeling in this moment settle in you.

You can hear another board ride up next to you and stop when it reached your body. Neither of you say a word, instead a hand starts to poke your back.

You groan. “Just leave me here to die Y/F/N. Let the cold snow, swallow me up.”

A laugh leaves the body above you, it definitely didn’t belong to your friend. First of all it belonged to a man.

You immediately pick your head up and look at the person in front of you.

“Oh look it’s mask boy again.” Then you let your face plop back into the snow, not wanting to face the embarrassment in front of a stranger.

“Oh come on, let me help you up.” The boy is laughing again, reaching out to grab your hand to pull you up.

You look up again at the boy, this time letting him help you up.

Once you’re back on your feet, you’re wiping the snow off the front of your body. The boy and you both just letting the silence overtake you.

“Well, thanks mask boy.” You say awkwardly, not knowing what to do anymore.

The boy chuckles at your words. “I have a name you know, as much as I love the nickname.”

You point your eyes at the boy again, not understanding what he’s getting at.

“It’s Charlie.” As he speaks, he puts his hand out to let you shake. You take his hand in yours.

“Y/N.” As you say your name the boy takes his hand back and goes to move the goggles that covered his eyes and the mask that covered his face off.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat at the sight of the boy, you had just made fun of minutes before. He has to be the most handsome guy, you had ever set your eyes on.

You feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment for a number of reasons. You’re just awkwardly standing there with your mouth slightly agape, your words getting lost in your throat.

“You okay Y/N?” You just heard your name leave his mouth but you never wanted it to end. A chuckle leaves his lips at the sight in front of him.

“Uh ya, super.” You say, now removing your own goggles and mask, needing the fresh air. “I, uhh, I am sorry about earlier I didn’t mean to poke fun at you in front of your friends.”

What you didn’t know is that, Charlie’s heart skipped a beat at the first real sight of your face. The color swirling in your eyes, the pink tint on your cheeks, and the smile on your face all had him holding his breath in.

A similar pink tint making its way onto his cheeks.

“It’s not a problem, Y/N. It was funny anyways.” He admits.

“So you’re okay? That did seem like a solid fall!” Your cheeks flushing a deeper red at his words.

“Wasn’t the first time today,” you laugh, “besides that one didn’t hurt as bad as the others.”

His face falls at your words.

“Oh no,” you laugh at the look on his face, “I have like two left feet, I’m fine!”

You try to convince him, but it doesn’t look like he’s buying it. Which could be because of the strained look on your face due to the pounding in your head.

“Fine, I have a headache.” You admit just because of the look on his face. It was intimidating but once you admitted it a chuckle left him.

“That wasn’t hard to get that out of you.” You shrug your shoulders, it really wasn’t. “If you want to come with me inside, I’ll get you something to drink and some medicine.”

As nice as his offer sounds, you can’t help but be hesitant.

“How don’t I know this isn’t some ploy to get me alone and kill me?” A loud chuckle leaves him.

“That is a fair point Y/N, but would a guy with a grandpa shirt as a mask really be able to pull something like that off?”

This time you’re the one laughing loudly.

“Also a fair point Charlie.” He smiles as your words.

He reaches his hand out to you. You look at his hand then back up at him a few times.

“With your two left feet, you’re going to need some help getting to the bottom.”

You roll your eyes at his words and take his hand with a huff, letting him lead you down the rest of the mountain. This time you don’t fall.

“How are you so good at this?” You let the words leave your mouth before you can think about it. He chuckles at how blatant you are.

“I’m actually from Canada so snow boarding was a common activity in my life.”

“Oh cool.”

The both of you reach the bottom of the mountain, you except him to drop your hand but he doesn’t.

He continues to lead you to inside the resort. You pass your friends as he pulls you inside, all of them looking at you with shocked faces and giving you thumbs up.

They had witnessed the whole event from the bottom of the mountain and were in shock at the handsome boy once they caught sight of him.

You laugh quietly at their antics. Charlie looks back at you after hearing your laughter but just smiles at you.

He continues to lead you inside until he is pushing you to sit in a chair and leaves you alone with a, “one second.”

As you sit alone, you take the rest of the bulky snow clothes off. The heat from the resort making it impossible to sit in the warm clothing.

Charlie comes back up to you smiling, giving you a once over, until he is pulled back to reality and handing you the pain killers and a water bottle.

You take them from his hand gratefully. As you swallow down the pills, he goes to sit in the chair next to you following your lead of stripping of the bulky clothes.

You feel yourself gulp a little harder as he is just left in a tight long sleeve and pulling his beanie off to run his hand through his brunette hair before pulling it back on.

He was a sight to see.

He catches you staring and smiles at you. His heart skipping another beat.

“So Y/N, what possessed you to snowboard with two left feet?” The both of you laugh at his words.

“Well first of all I didn’t know I had two left feet before I got here today and second of all my friends thought it would be a fun get away for the weekend.” The two sit in silence just smiling at one another before you break it, “what brought you here?”

“Oh, uh, kind of the same thing! My friends thought it would be fun to come up here for the weekend and I’ll never turn down an adventure.”

From there your conversation explodes. Neither of you wanting it to end. It was nice getting to know each other, with every word your interest for one another growing.

The only thing that pulls you from the conversation is the darkness taking over the sky and your phone buzzing from texts from your friends asking you where you were and demanding to know what was happening with the “cute boy who watched you fall on your face.” Their words not yours.

You quickly shoot them a text back letting them know you’d leave now and would fill them in with details once you get back to the cabin.

“It looks like I’ve got to go, but it was nice meeting you Charlie” You smile, while standing on your feet. Charlie’s face falls at your words but follows your lead as he stands up and looks at his watch. Sighing at the time, it was getting late.

“Would it be okay if I walked you back to where ever you’re staying?” He pauses as you think about his offer, “It is dark outside and what kind of guy would I be if I let you go alone.”

“Another fair point, Charlie. I’d appreciate it actually.” He smiles at your words and grabs both of your snowboards even though you try to protest but he just shushes you.

It is honestly impressive how the boy was able to carry both boards under one arm, his muscles popping out. His free hand reaches out to yours and he entangles your fingers.

You just smile at him, as you begin to lead the way to where you were staying.

“So how long as you staying?” You ask him as you walk down the street that leads to your cabin.

“We’re here until Sunday, so two more days! You?”

“Oh, same!” The both of you smile at each other.

The last few feet to your cabin is just spent in silence. The both of you thinking the same things but too nervous to say anything.

You continue to lead him up to your cabin before you stop in front of your door. You just stand there as he sets your snowboard up against the wall and places his down so he can turn to look at you.

“Well, I’m glad I got to meet you today Y/N even if it began with you making fun of you!”

The heat returning to your cheeks.

“Hey! I apologized about that!” You whine out, him laughing.

“It’s totally fine!” This time he pauses and looks down at your hands which are still holding each other. “Do you think I could maybe get your number?” You can tell he is nervous due to his tone and his free hand moving to scratch the back of his neck.

“I think that you just maybe could.” A big smile makes its way onto his face, as he goes to grab his phone from his back pocket and handing it to you.

You quickly type your number into his phone and hand it back to him. He smiles at seeing your contact on his screen before he locks it and puts it back in his pocket.

“Well maybe I will see you around!” You say, dropping his hand and going to open the door. An awkward goodbye, but you couldn’t think of anything else.

It takes him a few seconds before he’s stopping you.

“Hey, wait!” You stop and turn to look at him, as he steps towards you. He leans in and the closer he gets has you holding your breath.

He places a kiss to your cheek, both of you smiling as he pulls away.

“I would like to see you again before we leave Y/N and after we leave too, if that’s alright.” You smile at his confession.

“I think we could manage that,” you lean in this time and press a kiss to his cheek, “just text me.”

Then you turn and walk into your cabin closing the door with the biggest smile on your face. Leaving Charlie with a similar smile and pink cheeks on the other side.

He laughs as he hears your friends yell at you before he walks away.

He spends the rest of the night smiling and texting you, excited to see you again. While you spend the night with a twin smile and your friends bombarding you with questions about the cute boy who had a grandpa shirt as a mask.

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Hollywood Ghost Club

Pairing: Luke Patterson x Fem!Covington!Reader

Written: January 18th, 2021

Posted: January 18th, 2021

Warning: None

Word Count: 862

Summary: Being the daughter of Caleb Covington you were the first member of the Hollywood Ghost Club.

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Finishing your set, you waited for the music to fade. Gazing out into the area where the audience would be, your eyes landed upon your father. His face was as stone as ever. Sighing, you knew he wasn’t impressed with how you had just sung.

“Again.” He spat, not bothering to give his critique nor any praise.

Groaning silently, you turned toward the rest of the band nodding slightly.

---

After you had finished practicing, you made your way backstage.

“Guys.” A voice spoke.

Not bothering to gaze at the voice you continued about your actions. 

“You’re Y/N Covington aren’t you?” 

Turning to face him, you were met with three guys. One had blonde hair, while the other two shared dark hair.

“And you are?” You questioned sassily. 

“We...We’re-”

“I’m Alex.” The blonde spoke giving a slight wave.

“Reggie.” 

“Luke.”

The blonde spoke motioning towards the other two guys. 

“Nice to meet you.” You spoke holding your hand out expectantly.

Sharing a weary glance, Alex reached to shake your hand.

Being dead for so many years, you were often overwhelmed with the desire for skin on skin contact. Touch was the one thing you had missed more than life itself.

As he hesitantly reached to touch your hand, you were expecting his hand to slip right through yours. Once his hand touched yours, a shared gasp fell from your lips. Gazing at Alex, his expression mirrored yours.

“H-How?” He asked in disbelief as he grasped your hand. “How are we doing this?”

“I-I don’t know.” You spoke squeezing his hand slightly.

“Guys-” 

Before you knew it, Reggie had wrapped his arms around you pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Oh.” He whispered. “I’ve missed this.” He muttered into your hair, as he rested his head against your hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him tighter against you.

Humming in response, you turned toward Luke waiting for him to pull you in for a hug. Hesitantly he did so, pulling you snug against him. Warmth washed over you as hugged you. Resting your head against his chest, you listened to the phantom rhythm of his heart. Luke rubbed up and down your back soothing you.

---

“Where have you been?” Caleb questioned as you stepped into the house.

“I’ve...I’ve been with some friends.” You muttered dropping your gaze to the ground.

“We don’t have any friends.” He hissed. “It’s just you and me.”

“I-”

“Go to your room.” He spat.

Nodding your head, you rushed toward the stairs, attempting to avoid the inevitable conversation.

“Oh, Y/N?” Caleb’s voice questioned. “Stay away from those Julie and the Phantom Boys.”

---

“Hey.” You spoke greeting the boys as you walked into the garage. 

“H-Hey.” 

“Oh, Hey, Y/N!”

“What’re you guys doing?” You questioned, plopping down on the couch, gazing at the guys standing before you.

“We were just about to practice.” Reggie sent you a smile.

Returning his smile, you dropped your gaze down to the ground before you.

“Want to stay and listen?” 

You hummed in response.

Once they finished, you were met with a few pairs of expectant eyes. “What’d you think?” Luke’s hopeful voice questioned.

“I...I..” Your voice trailed off. “You sound amazing!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands together.

Glancing at the clock, you let out a sigh. “I have to get going.” 

“Do you have to go?” Alex questioned while frowning.

You frowned as you hummed.

“Can I walk you home?” Luke questioned taking his guitar off.

“Sure.” You grinned, gazing at him.

---

“So...Caleb’s your dad, huh?” 

Letting out a frustrated huff, you nodded your head. “Sadly.”

Nudging his shoulder with yours, you let out a soft laugh, as he chuckled.

“He wants us to join his group,” Luke spoke in a somber tone.

“Oh.” You felt your heart drop. 

“Do you think we should?” Luke questioned halting his movements in front of your house. His gaze turning expectantly.

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you were torn between telling him the truth about the club and endorsing the club. After all, Caleb is your father.

Frowning, you gazed at him. Before you knew it, you were leaning forward. Your nose brushed against his, as his hands found your waist taking a few steps forward pressing himself against you. Your breath mingling together at your close proximity.

Closing your eyes you allowed yourself to nuzzled his nose with your own gently. Lifting your hands, you laced them in his chocolate locks. Luke placed his lips on yours hesitantly. His lips were soft as silk. Pulling you impossibly closer, your chests were pressed together as his hands moved down resting comfortably on your hips. 

Biting your bottom lip, he pulled back slightly before letting your lip snap back in place. Tracing the seam of your lip, he silently asked for entrance. Opening your mouth you allowed him to explore your mouth with his tongue, lapping against your tongue.

Pulling away before things could get too heated, you both panted as Luke let out a whine chasing you once you pulled away.

“Y/N!” Your father’s voice echoed through your ears. “What do you think you’re doing with...with him!”

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[undyingskies]

Handsome

request: yes, “Could you do a Charlie Gillespie imagine, of his reactions when his GF calls him Handsome and or Bub? Please I love your writing. :D I hope you have a good day.”

A/N: This was one feels a little short to me for some reason but I really loved writing it. It is just pure fluff, I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: None

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You and Charlie were finally official after about 2 months of dating. He asked you to be officially his girlfriend as of last night, of course that was a question that you could not deny. You swear your smile has not left your face since last night.

Charlie was waiting to introduce you to everyone. Everyone being the cast of Julie and The Phantoms. Of course they all knew about you, your name just seemed to be one he couldn’t keep out of his mouth. He just wanted to wait to introduce you to everyone until you were officially his.

He knew his job could seem intimidating, the long, demanding hours. Then the fact that he would be way in a different country at times, then once he was done, the demand of doing interviews to promote the new season. He was just nervous that throwing you into the middle of it all too soon would scare you off.

But he was wrong, so wrong. You took to his crazy schedule almost immediately, you helped him pack when he had to leave, and even helped him practice interview questions when he was nervous. You never once complained or faltered in your support for him, and at the time you guys were just casually dating.

The cast constantly told him how dumb he was being waiting to ask you to be his girlfriend for so long. They saw the support you gave him, as well as the confidence. They wanted to meet you so bad, but knew they had to wait for Charlie to be ready.

After all this time, it was finally the time to meet them. You were excited and nervous, Charlie was more excited than anything to be able to have you meet them and introduce you as his girlfriend, officially. A smile making its way onto his face every time he thought about it.

“You almost ready Y/N?” He asks you, walking down the hall. He sees you bent over tying your shoes. You finish and stand up with a hop. You brush your clothes down making sure your outfit was perfect.

It was. Charlie could not take his eyes off you. He walks towards you with his arms outstretched, wrapping them around your waist as he reached you. Yours immediately go to wrap themselves around his neck. He leans down to connect your lips smiling.

You melt into the kiss, letting the feeling of his lips on yours last for a few seconds before you pull away. His lips chase after yours not wanting the contact to end, you laugh at his actions and place yours back on his for a quick kiss. A pout makes its way onto his face.

“Charlie we gotta gooooo, I don’t want to be late for the first time I’m meeting everyone!” You tell him. He laughs and places his head into your neck, pulling you in tight for a hug.

You giggle at his breath hitting your neck and the small kisses he’s leaving up and down it.

“I think I have an idea of what we could do instead of going...” He says a smirk plastered onto his face. You shove his chest with a laugh.

“You better watch it Gillespie. We gotta go.” You say with a laugh. Then you’re grabbing onto his hand and pulling him through the hallway and to the door. But before you can make it out, he’s stopped and is not budging.

“What gives?” You ask. You’re nervous thinking now he doesn’t want them to meet you.

“Just enjoying the view! I’m not quite sure I’m ready to be sharing you quite yet.” He says again pulling you in close by your waist. A smile makes its way onto your lips.

“Well handsome, I’ve had to share you with them for some time now it’s your turn!” You say with a laugh, but Charlie just stares at you.

A large smile makes its way onto his face. One you’ve never seen before. You do love the sight of it. Before you can ask him what’s up, he has his lips on yours for a sweet kiss. You pull away breathless.

“Not that I didn’t like that, but what was that for?” You ask still breathless from that kiss.

“You called me handsome, that was the first time you’ve ever called me a nickname.” He says sounding proud. A blush reaching its way onto your cheeks at his words.

You didn’t even notice. He was so handsome and it just slipped out, you never even thought twice about it.

“Hey, I really liked it. Sounded great coming from your lips.” He confesses, reaching down to grab your cheeks to get you to look at him.

“Ya?” You ask him, your confidence dwindled a little bit.

“Of course I did, any nickname or compliment coming from you means the world.” He says smiling largely at you.

“Now let’s get going beautiful we’ve got people to meet.” He says planting a kiss onto your lips and pulling you out the door.

Smiles never left either of your faces the whole night. Everyone absolutely loved you and loved you and Charlie together. From that night on, beautiful and handsome were your go to nicknames and they never lost their meaning or the feeling it gave the two of your from hearing it.

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[undyingskies]

Lets Have a Baby

request: yes;

“Heyy i love your writing and if you are taking requests can you do one with charlie similar to the one you did with owen where him and the reader have a pregnancy scare but unlike owens, Charlie is kinda disappointed by not having a kid so he tells her they should actually try. Thank you so much in advance!”

A/N:  I hope you guys enjoy, this was a lot of fun to write!

Warnings: Talk about pregnancy and a few curse words. 

tagged: @mah-gah-lee , her and her fics are the best! check her blog out!

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You had been feeling really off for a few weeks now. You couldn’t really seem to put your finger on why. They were normal symptoms, nothing unusual, the only unusual thing was the fact that they were constantly persistent.

Over the last few weeks your normal headaches seemed to turn into migraines that would last for days. No medicine could help them, only warm showers and naps helped. In between migraines it seemed like waves of nausea took up that time.

All while dealing with the off and on migraines and nausea, your body was in constant pain and you were exhausted. You couldn’t tell if the exhaustion was just from the constant strain on your body from the aches or from the running back and forth to the bathroom thinking your stomach would empty itself. Or if the exhaustion was just another part of your new normal.

Today was like any other day you’ve been experiencing recently. You were in your bed, a heating pad placed on your lower back, with all the lights off. The strain from your migraine fading as the minutes pass on, giving you some peace.

You can hear the front door of your shared apartment open, assuming that was Charlie coming back from wherever he ventured off to this morning. In your morning haze of nausea and headache you didn’t really catch what he had said.

“Y/N?” You hear Charlie yell as he makes his way into the apartment.

You turn your head to the side so that your voice wouldn’t be muffled by your pillow.

“In here!” You yell out as loud as you can, not wanting to bring back the pounding in your head.

As you get the words out, you see Charlie peek his head into your bedroom. He walks around the room blindly for a few seconds, since you had all the lights off and your black out curtains pulled together, not letting any light in.

He walks over to the window and pulls the curtains back enough just to let a stream of light in. He comes and sits next to your laying body on your bed. He pushes some of your hair out of your face, smiling down at you.

You return that smile back up at him. “Hi.” You whisper up at him, moving to turn over to sit up and face him.

“Hi! How are you feeling?” He asks you, his concern evident on his face. He had been worried about you these last few weeks, neither of you really knowing what was going on with your health.

“Better today, my migraines gone which is nice! My lower back cramps aren’t too bad anymore, seems like the Tylenol may finally be working!” You say answering his question.

“Well that’s good, I’m glad you’re feeling better!” He says. “What do you think has been causing all this?”

“I don’t really know! These are all things I’ve felt before!” You tell him, racking your brain trying to come up with ideas of why this could be happening. “I was thinking it could be my period, but...”

That’s when it hits you. You haven’t gotten your period yet. Being on birth control kept your period extremely regulated. Every month, you could put money down that you would get your period the second week of the month and on Tuesday morning. It happened like that for the last 2 years.

Not this month though. You hadn’t even realized it, you were so caught up in feeling like crap you hadn’t realized your period week came and passed.

“But what?” Charlie asks you, breaking you out of your now spiraling thoughts.

“I didn’t get my period this month.” You tell him plain and dry. You figured cutting to the point was the best option, especially with Charlie.

“Oh shit.” Is all that came out of Charlie’s mouth at your confession. His facial expression screaming shocked.

“Oh shit is right.” You tell him, laughing slightly at his reaction.

You were nervous and afraid, but something about Charlie and his presence kept you calm. You knew whatever happened, he would be by your side.

The big question here was, were you ready to be a mom? A kid can be a lot and you were still young. You wanted kids but did you want them now? Both yours and Charlie’s careers were just starting to take off.

The big questions overwhelming your mind, you can feel the migraine slowly making its way back.

Charlie’s still sitting next to you, watching you silently. Both of your brains filling with those questions, while you panicked, Charlie got excited.

A little human being, 50% you and 50% him, he couldn’t think of anything better. Whether it be a girl or boy, he just knew it would be the cutest baby.

Before the both of you could spiral into your thoughts anymore, you needed an answer. Both you and Charlie knew that.

“So what are we going to do?” He asks you.

“Well I think the first step is to take a test, get a real answer.” You tell him. Your hands coming up to put pressure on your temples, the new pain not subsiding.

“Good point. How about I go get the test? You go take a shower or something, I can tell your headache is coming back.” He says, his hands moving to grab yours from your face.

He moves to press a kiss to your lips, smiling in the process of it.

“Sound good?” He asks. You nod your head yes.

Before he leaves, he helps you get up out of bed and into the bathroom.

“Alright, I’ll get going. You get in there and relax.” He tells you as he moves to turn the water on.

With another quick kiss, Charlie is on his way out and to the store. Secretly hoping that it would come back positive.

The pain in your lower back starts to get worse, the pounding in your head does as well. You quickly strip and hop into the warm water. Every muscle in your body relaxes as it falls over your body.

Hot showers really are a god send in times like this. You enjoy your time in the shower, allowing the relaxation take over you. If you could keep this feeling forever you would.

But like all things, it has to end and it ends too fast in your opinion. A big cramp makes its way through your stomach, and you knew what that meant.

You hop out quick, shutting the water off. You don’t have time to wrap the towel around you before you go sit on the toilet, you make it right on time before your period finally makes its appearance.

The minute your period starts flowing, your cramps and headache ease and start to disappear. It seems that the pent-up hormones were just making you sick.

The timing of it weird and not normal, it usually doesn’t hit like that, but you guess that nothing about this month has been normal. You’re grateful now though, all your pain leaving.

I guess that was the answer we were looking for you think to yourself. You can hear Charlie open and close the front door. You clean yourself up and start to get dressed in some sweats.

“I’ll be right out Char.” You yell out to him as you finish pulling your shirt over your head.

You make your way out of the bathroom and see a smiling Charlie sitting on the edge of your bed with a white bag next to him.

“I didn’t know what test to get so I bought 3.” He says, opening the bag and showing you the three different tests. You giggle at his antics.

You move to stand in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck and looking down at him, smiling.

“I just got my period, so we don’t need the test.” You tell him, running your hands through his hair that has gotten longer thanks to the months of not working.

You watch as him smile falters, his eyes dropping from your eye contact, and his hands stop the circular motion they were making on your hips.

“You okay Char?” You ask him, now concerned due to the expression on his face.

“I don’t know, I guess I was just excited about the thought of a baby.” Your shocked at his confession, not thinking that was what he was thinking this whole time.

You figured that he would have been nervous thinking that a baby wouldn’t be the best idea right now. You thought he was just staying calm so you wouldn’t panic, especially because you were feeling so sick.

A smile did make its way onto your face, you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Charlie was thinking about the two of you having a baby and being excited about it.

“You were?” You ask him, the two of you had talked about kids but not about having them soon. So as happy as you were about his confession, you were still a little shocked.

“Well yeah.” He admits. “I mean think about it, it would be a mini version of us running around.  I don’t know, I just like the sound of that.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?” You say with a smile on your face. A matching smile makes its way onto Charlie’s face. He nods his head yes in agreement.

“You don’t think we’re too young though?”  You ask, concerned for a few reasons. “Or the fact that both of our careers are just now taking off? You don’t think a baby would get in the way of that or maybe ruin it?”

Charlie can hear the concern in your voice and see the worry in your eyes. He has no doubt in his mind that none of that would be an issue, but he understands where you’re coming from.

“We may be young, but I don’t think we’re too young. I love you with my whole heart Y/N, a little version of us is all I could ask for or want!” He tells you. “Plus, while both of our careers are important, we have enough to support us and a baby. Plus we would not let a baby get in the way of our careers. We wouldn’t let it, we would figure out a way to get it to blend together in a way where it all works!”

He ends his confession on his feet and jumping around in truly Charlie fashion. His excitement contagious and so evident.

A big smile makes its way onto your face. Charlie does have a way with words and his excitement, gets you excited.

Charlie watches you as your smile gets bigger, he knows those wheels in your head are turning. He steps forward to bring you in close and wrap his arms around your waist.

“So do you wanna do this? Wanna have a baby with me?” He asks you, the biggest smile on his face.

You bite your bottom lip trying to contain the big smile on your face, while nodding your head yes.

“No, no, nooooo,” Charlie says, exaggerating the “o” on his last no, “If we’re going to do this, I am going to need a verbal confirmation.” A smirk now replaces the smile on his face.

“Yes Charlie, let’s have a baby.”

The two largest smiles covering both of your faces.

“Well let’s get started then.” He says with a laugh.

Next thing you know your feet are off the ground and your thrown onto your bed. Laughs escaping both you and Charlie.

There’s no one else you would rather be stuck with in this world than Charlie and the thought of raising a family with him felt like the world’s best gift.

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[undyingskies]

Family

HEADCANNON

request: yes;

“Heyyy I was wondering if you could write a Charlie request where fans find out he has a gf and a baby from before filming and you can take it from there love your writing xo”

a/n: Hope you guys enjoy! I know its not a fic but I hope to have one out soon!

warnings: none

word count: 992

REQUESTS CLOSED

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•           You and Charlie had initially met when the cast and crew were visiting Vancouver to find places to live before they started shooting the show.

•           The boys were out at dinner and so were you and your best friend.

•           Charlie had been eyeing you all night, which was obvious. The boys spent the night telling him to go talk to you and your best friend spent the night telling you about the cute boy staring at you that you were to nervous to turn and look at.

•           Right before you left, Charlie came waltzing up to your table as confident as ever until he opened his mouth and no words came out.

•           Both you and your friend try to conceal your laughter at his face, but he looked too cute for you to keep your giggles to yourself.

•           It took Charlie a minute to come around but as he did you already had your number written out and were giving it to him.

•           The both of you leaving dinner that night with smiles on both of your faces.

•           It was history from there.

•           The two of you spent the next 3 months, texting back and forth, and having facetime dates as you waiting for boot camp to end and for the cast to move to Vancouver.

•           By the time Charlie moved back up to Canada, the two of you were bursting waiting to tell one another that you loved each other.

•           The minute he landed, you were in Charlie’s arms and neither of you left each other’s side for the month and a half  before filing started.

•           The first order of business when Charlie landed and moved was to officially make it official.

•           Something you could never dream of saying no to.

•           Second order of business was going on real dates, which you both took turns planning and enjoying the company.

•           And the third step, was well hitting all the bases and getting a home run, if you know what i mean (;

•           That is when the roller coaster of life hit and you and Charlie were in the front seat

•           A week before filming started, you were feeling sick and off. Charlie was worried but tried to stay away from you nervous that you were sick and could give it to him.

•           He didn’t want to catch it because filming was about to start.

•           But you were still sick 2 1/2 weeks later, and that’s when it hit you.

•           You took a pregnancy test and low and behold you were pregnant with a little Gillespie on the way.

•           The minute you told Charlie he was on his feet, excited and ready to plan your future together.

•           You were nervous, it was all soon and quickly into your new relationship but Charlie eased all those nerves and you were excited too.

•           Charlie handled having a pregnant girlfriend and filming with so much grace. That man was really a Godsend.

•           The entire cast and crew were also super supporting, understanding, and excited for the two of you. They all knew how much the two of you loved each other and weren’t worried about you guys, they knew you could make it through it.

•           Then 9 months later, 3 months out of being done filming, Charlie and you welcomed beautiful baby boy.

•           Declan James Gillespie, and your family was complete the minute he came into the world.

•           There was a lot of hype for Julie and The Phantoms so Charlie and you decided that you and Declan would be kept out of the public eye for the time being.

•           Which you were grateful for because the minute the show hit Netflix it was trending and within months Charlie went from a few thousand followers to a million.

•           And Charlie was the hype of them all, everyone following in love with his personality and well his face, the boy was handsome.

•           After months of interviews and Charlie always denying being in a relationship he approached you about telling the public about his family.

•           He wanted to show the people he loved off the most, Declan was growing and he wanted to be able to post about his growing boy.

•           Charlie came prepared for a long conversation, ready to pull out all the shots to convince you to go public.

•           The same day he wanted to tell you, was the same day you accidentally outed yourselves.

•           Charlie was doing a livestream interview with the cast over zoom, and you had forgotten about it, so in the background you were seen chasing after Declan.

•           Seeing you wasn’t a surprise to the cast so no one blinked an eye until about 10 minutes later when the media was talking about you and sharing shots of the video.

•           Owen was the one to bring it up laughing, Charlie’s face growing with red tints.

•           Charlie quickly texts you to tell you to go look and see what was being said and if you were ready to come on screen with him to introduce yourself.

•           At this point, you didn’t care that you got exposed, you were honestly relieved that you didn’t have to hide anymore.

•           Right before the end of the livestream, Charlie interrupted everyone to have you come on screen to introduce yourself with Declan on your hip.

•           All the cast mates and interviewer cooing at Declan as his chunky little hand was waving at them and he was saying hi.

•           After that everyone fell in love with you and Declan the same way they had fallen for Charlie, they loved you together and your little family.

•           Charlie was finally able to post all the pictures and videos of you and Declan, that he wanted and he was over the moon.

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[undyingskies]

Best Friend’s Brother

request: yes, “Hi, how are you? I've a request: y / n is one of Charlie's older brother friends and lives with Owen and Char ', because she is a writer for JATP. One day Owen and Charlie are live, Y / N's doing the dishes. Owen jokes that Y / N has to use a chair to put the dishes away (she is about 5'1). Y/N hasn't seen them and continues to sing and dance to musicals (heather, mamma mia, rhps, hamilton, location), doing the dishe. Charlie has heartfelt eyes for her. You decide what's next. Thank you! <3”

A/N: This was really fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

Warning: None 

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Everyone thought you were crazy for moving in with two boys. Why in the world would a single 20 something year old want to move in with two 20 something year old guys. But you loved it, you really did.

The thing here is your best friend was one of your roommates older brother. Michael Gillespie was the one and only best friend in question, when he found out that both you and Charlie would be working on the same show, he thought it was a no brainer to offer up the idea of you two living together. Neither of you really minded the idea, it was just up to Owen to say it was alright.

At first you thought maybe it would be weird, but Michael was right, it was better to be living with someone you knew than be alone in a different city. You and Charlie were the same age, Michael was older. He was your best friend but more often than not he acted like an older brother and truthfully, he felt better sending you off to a new city with Charlie than you alone.

Living with the boys had proved to be more fun than you ever thought it would. You were a writer on the show and the boys were the stars, so your hours were a little different from each other’s. That still gave you the time and space to yourself and that’s really all you could ask for.

This week was the first week in about two months that you had off, well everyone had off. After countless days and sleepless nights for the whole cast and crew they decided a week off would do no harm.

This was your third day off and the freezing Canada streets were not calling you or the boys. You were staying locked up in your apartment with the heat on blast. The boys decided to just hang around and go live to talk to fans. You decided it was time to clean, you did laundry, vacuumed your room and living room, and your last task was the pile of dishing that has accumulated in the sink.

You had your hair pulled up in a low bun to keep it out of your face, you had your workout shorts on that were covered by the large oversized shirt you stole from one of the boys, and fuzzy socks hugged your feet to keep them warm. You had your music blasting; you were in your element.

Your dance moves and music had caught the attention of the fans, you didn’t know but you were in the background of the live. Comments started flooding in about you.

Owen chuckles as he reads through them. “Can Y/N reach the dishes it looks like she’s hopping up to get them done?” He reads out. This one gets a laugh out of both Owen and Charlie.

“She actually has to use a step stool, we love our tiny but might Y/N, a full 5”1.” Owen laughs, Charlie shakes his head.

“Is she listening to musicals?” Another comment asks.

“Yes, she is. She’s a theatre nut, I think this is what the third musical of the morning?” Charlie answers back.

He was right, it was the third. You started off with Heathers, then moved onto Location, and now you were finishing Mama Mia. You weren’t quite done with your playlists of musicals though. The starting cords of Alexander Hamilton came through your speaker. A loud squeal escapes you.

Since Hamilton came out on Disney+ a few months ago the hype for it came back again. You and Owen were constantly listening to it and competing on who could learn the raps faster.

“The ten-dollar founding father without a father, got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter.” You rap along with Anthony Ramos, turning from the sink to face the boys. Owen already on his feet facing you getting ready to rap the next lines.

“By being a self starter, by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.” Owen raps as you make your way into the living room. The two of you facing each other getting ready for your rap battle.

Charlie laughed at the sight in front of him, this was a lot more common than people thought. It happened at least once a week.

The fans were loving it and were going crazy over the constant switch of you rapping then Owen rapping. Charlie just watching being content, his eyes never really leaving your short figure. He loved the sight of you in your element like this, the brightest smile on your face. He also didn’t miss the fact that you were wearing his shirt. He had wondered where it went.

Don’t think the fans didn’t notice the look on Charlie’s face as he watched the two of you and how it never left you.

“What’s your name man? Alexander Hamilton.” Both you and Owen yell together at the last line, falling into a fit of laughter.

“That was good guys, the fans loved your show.” Charlie tells the both of you. Owen plops down on the couch next to him laughing. You smile and throw your arms over Charlie’s shoulders leaning over him to look at the screen.

You didn’t catch it but a blush made its way onto Charlie’s cheeks at your actions and contact.

“You’re welcome you guys, I aim to please.” You laugh out, responding to the comments. “Now I am off to finish the dishes.” You say with a wave and then you’re off again.

Charlie and Owen sit silently for a few seconds reading over the comments. That’s when all of them came flooding in talking about the way Charlie looked at, the blush on his cheeks when you touched him, and the speculations of him liking you.

Owen laughs at points one out. “Look dude.” He says. The comment read, “Charlie looked like a deer in headlights looking at Y/N, while also being the epitome of the heart eyes emoji.” Charlie blushes at the comment.

“Well she’s not wrong.” Owen laughs.

“Shut up dude.” Charlie says shoving him away. He wasn’t ready to spill the beans about his feelings for his brothers best friend.

Owen just shrugs it off. The rest of the live was spent with Charlie avoiding any and all comments or questions about you and Owen trying his best to switch topics knowing his best friend was getting a little embarrassed.

You finish the dishes and make your way over to the couch. You immediately land next to Charlie, resting your back on his side like he’s the back of the couch. He throws his arm around you, pulling you closer.

“You guys down to order some food, I’m hungry.” You ask them. The boys agree and go to say their goodbyes to the fans, ending the live.

“So what are you thinking?” Owen asks you.

“Mmmm maybe pizza?” You say thinking out loud.

“Sounds good to me.” Owen says, Charlie agreeing. “I can make the call to order it.” You tell the boys, getting up to walk out of the room to make the call.

“You know you should tell her.” Owen says looking at Charlie, as he watches you walk out of the room.

Charlie let’s out a sigh and shakes her head. “I don’t think I can, I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have or the one she has with my brother.” He confesses.

“Okay first of all you have to be blind if you don’t think she likes you back. Second of all your brother knows how you feel about her you idiot, if the fans noticed almost immediately, your brother for sure knows.” Owen says. “Besides he told me! He pushed the two of you to live together in hopes it would get one of you to confess your feelings for each other.”

Charlie is shocked at Owens words. He didn’t really know how to wrap his head around his confession. If his brother says you like him than it is a chance it’s true, but then again, he could just be messing with him it is his brother after all.

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t know how to tell her.” Charlie gets out before you come walking back into the room, shutting them both up.

“Tell who what?” You asks, plopping down again next to Charlie.

“Oh nothing.” Charlie says trying to brush the topic away. Owen rolls his eyes. “I’m going to go take a shower while we wait for the pizza.” He says, leaving the two of you alone. When he leaves, he whispers to Charlie, “Tell her.”

Charlie just shoots him a dirty look. You notice their littler interaction but don’t question it, you’ve learned that at times it’s the best thing to do.

The two of you just sit in silence with Owen going. You not really paying attention and just scrolling through your phone and Charlie just lost in his thoughts and conflicting feelings about telling you.

He was thinking he might as well, if Owen says his brother already knows and they both swear you like him back, then why not go for it? Plus after that live with all the fans there’s no way you won’t see some of their comments. He thinks now is the time, just go for it.

Next thing you know a hand is slapping your phone out of your hands and the body to which you were leaning on has moved and you’ve fallen flat on your back.

“Charlie what the hell?” You ask him. You weren’t ready for any of that. You push yourself up, lock your phone and push it to the side.  You turn to face the now distressed boy.

“We need to talk.” That’s all he says and then he is on his feet pacing.

“Okay, talk about what?” You ask, while watching Charlie strut back and forth.

You let him walk back and forth for a couple minutes, letting the silence take over the two of you before you probe him for an answer again.

“Charlie? Talk about what?” You ask again. “Just...Just give me a second okay?” He says in a stern way that makes you sit back in the couch and give him a nod of approval.

It takes him a few more struts and silence before he stops right in front of you and faces you. That is when he bursts with his confession.

“I like you Y/N, I like you okay! I have for a while and I just think you should know that.” He says exasperated. His arms fall to his sides and the two of you just stare at one another.

The silence and his confession sitting on top of you like a cloud. Charlie was now nervous and scared at your reaction, while you were just stunned.

You never even thought you had a chance with Charlie. He was your best friends brother, you never thought in a million years Charlie would ever think of you the way you thought about him. You’re lost in your thoughts but the song My Best Friends Brother by Victoria Justice starts to play in your head, causing you to giggle.

“Alright I know my confession was out of the blue but you don’t have to laugh at me.” Charlie says feeling sad and getting ready to walk away.

“No, Charlie, stop! I’m not...I’m not laughing at you” You say through your giggles. You stand up and grab his wrist not letting him turn away from you.

“I’m sorry Charlie, it’s just, you know that song? The one that goes, my best friends brother is the one for me. It just it started playing in my head and I couldn’t help myself.” You tell him, a little embarrassed at your own confession.

“That’s what you think about in this moment? Really Y/N? A song?” He asks. Then realization hits him. “Wait my best friends brother is the one for me?” He asks, stepping a little closer to you. Your chests now touching.

You bite your lip and nod your head yes. You let him wrap his arms around your waist to pull the two of you flush together.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve liked you for a while now.” You confess. A large smile adorns both of your faces.

That’s when it happens. His lips met yours, finally. You let yourself melt into his kiss, loving the feeling. The two of you lost in the moment until you hear,

“Finally!” Owen yells, breaking the two of you apart. The both of you smiling and blushing.

“Also pizza is here and now Michael owes me 20 bucks so thank you for that!” Owen smiles and walks into the kitchen, with the pizza in hand.

“I guess Owen and Michael knew this was coming.” You say while looking up at Charlie smiling.

“I guess so.” He says before pressing his lips against yours for the second time. This time the two of you pull apart at the sound of your phones buzzing in sync.

Both of you check your phone, it’s a text from Michael that reads.

“As much as I am glad that one of you grew some balls to tell each other that you liked them, could you have at least done it a week later?? I was so close to winning that bet.”

You both laugh. Only Michael and Owen would make a bet about this. Charlie grabs your hand and leads you into the kitchen so the three of you could enjoy the warm pizza.

Charlie sits beside you, with a hand on your thigh. Not ready to let you go yet since he just got you. You smile and laugh with Charlie and Owen; thinking you are so lucky to have the two of them. Turns out your best friends brother really is the one for you.

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[undyingskies]

Scared Off

“ Alright guys, you did great today! We’ll pick up where we left next week, go get some rest!” You say letting Madi and Charlie know they were done practicing Perfect Harmony for the day. 

You turn from their smiling faces and let them talk to each other while you gather all your belongings. You shove your dance shoes into your duffel bag, then slip on your sneakers and sweatshirt over your sports bra. It seems that you wake up and it’s freezing, and the when your day is over it’s freezing again. Not that there is much room to complain, you love your job and you never thought that at 20 years old you’d be choreographing a show for Kenny Ortega for the second time. 

“Y/N, do you want a ride back to the apartments?” Charlie asks you turning from Madi to look at you, giving you that smile that would make any girl melt. 

Yep. As cheesy at it is or as obvious, you’ve fallen for the cute brown headed boy. You would assume anyone would, especially after all the time you spend together, choreographing Perfect Harmony and dancing together in Hollywood Ghost Club. To top it off, your apartment is in the same building as Owen and Charlie, just your luck. 

“Um, I think I am okay! I took an uber here today so my plan was to uber back anyways, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 

“Oh myyy, why do you always say that? We live in the same building, just let me drive you home. You never intrude.” Charlie says back to you with a roll of his eyes and a smirk plastered on his face. 

“Yaaa Y/N, you never intrude!” Madi dramatically says, while raising her eyebrows, knowing damn well that the only reason you’re always trying to get out of it is because of your feelings for Charlie and the lack there of on his part. 

“Fine, okay. I just get nervous is all you know that.” You say back to the smiling pair. Charlie lets you know that he has to run to his trailer to grab his backpack and keys so he would be right back. 

“Y/N, you know he always offers to drive you here and back is because he wants to spend time with you! I literally neverrrrr hear the end of it when you tell him no or that you ubered here, he just complains and complains.” 

“Madi, as much as I would love to believe you, Charlie sees me just as a good friend and is just nice!” 

“Girl if I could hit you with some common sense I would.” Madi laughs and you roll your eyes at her sassy behavior. She may be tiny but that 5”4 girl is 50% sass and 50% pure talent. 

“What are you girls talkin about?” Charlie asks, his Canadian accent really pronounced when he says about which makes you giggle a little bit. To which he rolls his eyes at you in return.

“Nothing important! Ready to go?” You ask while slinging your duffel bag over your shoulder, walking towards Charlie who gives you a nod of his head. 

“Bye Madi, get some rest this weekend! See you Monday!” You say while walking away, she leaves you guys with a wave of her hand. 

You follow Charlie to his car, walking just a few steps behind him. As always Charlie opens the passenger door for you, giving you a small smile as you climb in. Madi’s words swirling around your head. You want to believe her you do, even the rest of the cast has made comments similar to hers, but you always brush them off. You didn’t want to get caught up in there words and just end up with a broken heart. 

Usually you would say that the job keeps you from falling for people, especially your co-workers. It’s usually a general rule of thumb, no getting involved with people you work with no matter how cute you think they are. Except, Kenny has even made those comments and told you to just go for it. Surprising? Maybe, but not for Kenny after knowing him for 5 years and working for him for 3, he just says what he wants and doesn’t place many rules on you. He trusts you, which you are very grateful for. 

“Y/N, do you think maybe over the weekend you could help me practice for the lift in Perfect Harmony? I just feel like i’m still struggling with it and I’d like to have to down by next week.” Charlie asks you snapping you out of you what feels like your never ending thoughts about him. 

“You’re doing great bud, but sure! You could come over tomorrow in the morning if you’d like? I was going to have a movie night tomorrow so I could squeeze you in before that.” You say with a laugh. 

“Oh wow, thank you so much for gracing me with a small amount of your time.” Charlie says with a laugh. A small silence overcoming the both of you for the rest of the ride. 

You reach your apartment building quicker than usual, or it seems that way at least. You both make your way to the building still in silence. It’s like this quiet agreement that Charlie would walk you to the door every time he drives you home, you don’t really argue with that one anymore. 

You stop at your door and turn to look at him, finding him already looking at you. His eyes meet yours and a smile covers his entire face, eyes sparkling. 

“Soooo, you said you were having a movie night tomorrow? Just you or....” 

“Oh you know me, a hot date. Thought it’d be a good one, watching me pig out on my couch, saying all the lines to What a Girl Wants” You laugh, he rolls his eyes. He does that a lot to you. 

“Nah, it’s just me as usual. If I was even able to get a date the last thing I would do is let him witness the mess that I am.” 

“Oh stop, any guy would be lucky to be graced with your present! I feel pretty lucky myself...” He trials off, looking at you almost sheepishly. You can feel the heat reach your cheeks. 

“Well thanks Char, but you know me. Not many guys coming around these parts. Something always scares them off.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders. 

You watch as his face drops a little at your words. His eyes staring into yours, you look down almost embarrassed. You see his feet take a step towards you and his hand reaches under your chin, making eye contact with you again. 

“I wish you weren’t so hard on yourself Y/N. Plus you haven’t scared me off and I have witnessed those movie nights.” 

He says still maintaining eye contact, you reciprocate with a small smile. 

“Well thanks Char, but you eat even weirder things than I do.” You say with a small laugh that even gets him to chuckle. 

“You know what I mean Y/N, you’re great. Stop selling yourself short, any guy would be lucky to be with you. Hell, I would be lucky to be with you, lord knows I think about it all the time.” 

“You think about being with me?” You ask almost at a whisper. 

“I—, well of course I do. Look at you, you’re beautiful, talented, and every other good quality I could ever wish for. I’ve liked you since day one, I know everyone’s told you that. I just don’t know why you never believed them.” 

Your eyes widen at his words, and all of a sudden you realize how close you two really are. That his hand is still under your chin making you look up at him. Silence falls over the two of you at his confession. His eyes flickering between yours and your lips. 

He looks up at you one last time, looking for what feels like permission. You give him a small smile and that’s all it takes. 

His lips are on yours, his lips interlocking with yours instantly. Your hands instantly reach up behind his neck to entangle in the bottom of his hair. His arms wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you closer. 

You slowly pull apart when your lungs feel like they’re on fire and you can feel the swelling of your lips. Charlie takes a small step back, looking at you with the biggest smile on his face that you reciprocate with what feels like an ever bigger smile. 

He pulls you in again to leave a sweet kiss on your lips. This time leaning his head on yours. 

“How about after we’re done tomorrow, you let me join you in that movie marathon and see who will scare who off with their weird food habits.” 

You let out a chuckle, leaning in to kiss him one more time. 

“I think you’ll always have me beat on that one Gillespie.” 

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[undyingskies]

Beach Daze

request: no

a/n: So again I self indulged and created this piece of writing! Honestly I really like this one and hope you guys enjoy!

warnings: none, I think there are a few curse words. this is a long piece and I honestly don't remember 

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Finally, you had a day off. You were juggling picking up extra shifts at the coffee shop you were working at and nannying for the family you were working for.

It had been a nonstop 2 weeks of going from watching Josie then immediately going to a shift at the coffee shop.

But finally, today was the day. You had the time to relax and breath. You had the next two days off at the coffee shop and Josie and her family were out of town for the next week.

The weather in LA was warm and sunny, the heat beckoning you to go out and enjoy it.

The day prior your best friend invited you, well more told you, that the two of you were going to have a girls day at the beach. Which didn’t sound bad then and now with this weather it really didn’t sound bad at all.

You had your beach bag packed up, with sunscreen, tanning oil, a speaker and a towel. You also had a cooler full of snacks and drinks for the two of you.

You were excited to finally get some sun, your skin could use a sun kissed glow. It was going to be a good day.

Your phone ding goes off letting you know that you got a text. It was from your best friend letting you know that she was there to pick you up.

You throw your t-shirt over your bikini top and slip your sandals on before you make your way out to her car.

You throw your bag and cooler in her backseat before you hop in the front.

“Ready to go? I figured we could go to Malibu?” Morgan asked as you buckled yourself in.

“Yes and yes!” You tell her. “You got music for the way there and I got music for the beach?”

She nods in agreement. While both your music tastes were similar the two of you always seemed to argue over whose playlist you would play. This way the both of you got to play music.

The two of you jam out all the way to the beach, already feeling the relaxation of your day off.

Little did you know that a simple beach trip could potentially change your life.

Similar to your day off, Charlie finally had a free day. His days were full of interviews and promo for Julie and The Phantoms but today he was finally free for the whole day.

His friend Hannah invited him to the beach with her and her boyfriend. He thought why not, a day at the beach, enjoying the water and friends would not hurt him.

Hannah had told him to meet them at Malibu beach, he quickly packed his own bag to take to the beach with him before he left for the day.

You were there before him and just a few feet away from where him and his friends would reside on the same beach.

When  you and Morgan get to the beach; you quickly make your way down the sand to find the perfect spot.

Once you were convinced you had found the perfect spot, you and Morgan laid out your towels. You brought extra as you like to create a big space to be able to lay out on.

You pulled out a few drinks, handing one to Morgan and taking one for yourself. The two of you strip down to your bathing suits, and take turns helping each other spray sunscreen on your backs.

The sun on your skin already feels like heaven. You have your phone plugged into the speaker, enjoying your newest playlist. Morgan and you joke around for a little bit before she decides to take a nap and you decide to read your book.

What you didn’t know was that Charlie and his friends were just a few feet away from the two of you.

Your presence was unknown to them for a while until they caught wind of some of the jokes and conversation you were having with Morgan. Charlie laughed along with a few of your jokes.

“You should take a picture it’ll last longer.” Hannah pokes fun at Charlie.

The minute Charlie caught sight of you it seemed that you got all of his attention. Your humor caught him and your laugh made him stay. The beauty you held didn’t hurt either.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Charlie says blushing, embarrassed that she had caught him.

“Dude!” Hannah says laughing, “You haven’t taken your eyes or attention away from that girl since you noticed her.”

“Whatever Hannah!” Charlie says, “She’s been telling good jokes and I like her music.”  He says trying to avoid the conversation any longer.

Little did you know that two feet away from you was one of the most good-looking guys you would ever lay your eyes on and you had caught his attention.

You let some time pass as you read your book and let Morgan nap. You slowly felt the boredom start to creep through your thoughts letting it take your attention away from the words on your page.

You move to poke Morgan in the back hoping to wake her up. You poke her about 3 times before she starts to stir in her sleep.

“What do you want Y/N?” She asks sounding slightly annoyed.

“I’m bored, entertain me or let’s do something fun.” You tell her, still poking her.

“Stop!” She says laughing while moving to push your hands away. “We could play volleyball; I brought my ball.”

“Ya that sounds fun.” You tell her, moving to lean on your elbows. You feel the towel stick to your back due to the sweat that had pooled there. “I may go jump in the water before though, I need to cool off.”

She just nods her head at you before rolling onto her back. You loved the water, her not so much.

You stood up, brushing the sand off your thighs before you make your way down to the water.

A shiver rushes through you as the water hits your feet. You don’t let it stop you. Next thing you’re doing is jogging right into the water, diving headfirst into the incoming wave. A big smile across your face as you come up, brushing the hair out of your face.

You spend the next few minutes swimming around in the water, enjoying the waves and coolness of the water.

You were in your own little heaven completely oblivious to the world around you.

Completely oblivious to the brown-haired boy whose eyes were practically out of his head as he watched you swim and laugh around in the water. You looked beautiful, he could see the smile on your face and the sun shining off your body.

He didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, but then you made your way out of the water. It was like one of those scenes from the movie. It was like you were walking in slow motion, as you step back onto the sand, brushing back your hair from your face, the water dripping off you. It was a sight to see and you were absolutely breath taking.

Charlie was in a complete daze.

Hannah laughed again at the sight of her best friend, completely star struck by you.

“You should go talk to her.” She says pulling his gaze from you for the second time today.

“You know I can’t do that.” He says, shaking his head slightly and clearing his throat.

While Hannah tried to hype up her friend. You made your way to Morgan, using an extra towel to dry off slightly. The sun already doing most of the work.

“Hey, will you turn that up?” You ask her as you lean to grab the volleyball. Ready to toss it back and forth.

“Sure!” She says while doing so and then getting up to play with you.

A familiar tune to both you and Charlie starts to make its way throughout the atmosphere.

“Take off, last stop,

Countdown till we blast open the top,

Face first, full charge,

Electric hammer to the heart.”

You dance a little to the song, pulling some interesting moves getting a laugh from your friend.

You start to hit the ball back and forth, having to run around a little due to your lack of skill. You were still having fun though.

“What song is this?” Morgan asks, she knew your playlists pretty well and she never heard this song before.

“Honestly, I’m not really sure!” You tell her laughing, “Josie was playing it the other day on the ride home from school and she added it to my playlist. I liked it though so I kept it!”

She just nods her head and hits the ball back to you. Which you ignore due to the squeal that leaves your mouth.

“Hold on, this is the best part.” You tell her as you run to turn up the music louder, this time the sound can be heard by Charlie and his crew.

“And even if we hit the ground,

We’ll still fly,

Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever,

But live it like it’s now or never.”

You sing along, loudly and not quite on key, and pull some more interesting dance moves. Laughter leaving both you and Morgan.

Charlie and his friends eyes never leave the sight of you once they notice.

“That’s a familiar tune, now isn’t it?” Hannah says, the first one to notice the song that is playing through your speaker.

“Huh?” Charlie grunts out, not paying much attention. He was finally laying down and relaxing in the sun.

“Listennnnn!” Hannah says, a smile on her face.

The faint music of a very familiar song reaches Charlie’s ears. He hears the ever familiar lyrics,   “Those were the best shades of my life, don’t look down.”

Then he hears the music get louder, becoming much clearer. Then along with the familiar lyrics, he hears a voice singing along to it.

That’s when he’s pushing himself to sit up and witness you dancing along to his voice.

A big smile makes its way onto his face.

“I think that’s your sign to go talk to her buddy,” Hannah says giving him a shove.

“I don’t know, is it weird to go up to someone and be like hey you’re listening to my song oh and also you’re really pretty.” Hannah and her boyfriend laugh at his words.

“Come on, I’ll go with you! Maybe we can sneak our way into their volleyball game.” She says, grabbing onto Charlie’s hand and pulling him up.

Charlie stops moving, now nervous to go up to you. Hannah rolls her eyes at him.

“Fine, I’ll go do it myself! You’ll thank me later!” She says as she begins to jog over to you and Morgan.

The two of you are enjoying your game and joking around. Your jokes helping distract you from your terrible volleyball skills.

Your back was to Charlie and his friends so Morgan was the first to notice Hannah making her way up to you guys.

Morgan stops throwing the ball, confusing you.

“What dude? You’re scared of my skills now aren’t you?” You laugh at her, which gets a laugh from her and the person behind you. Which then in turn gets your attention. You quickly turn on your heels to make eye contact with the girl in front of you.

“Hi!” Is all she says.

“Hi back!” You say with a laugh and smile.

“I’m sorry if this is super weird or random but my friends and I saw you guys playing volleyball and we are wondering if we could join you?” She asks.

You look at Morgan both of you shrugging your shoulders, more people to play with couldn’t hurt.

“Sure!” You say.

“Awesome, I’ll go get them!” She says right as she turns on her own heels and makes her way back to the two boys, beckoning them to come over.

“Gillespie, you better get your ass over there or else.” She says with a stern look. She has him by the hand and dragging him over.

He can hear your laughter as he comes closer, it sounds even better close up.

Morgan nods her head at you, letting you know that they were coming back. When you turn you weren’t ready to see the boy standing in front of you.

You feel your breath get caught in your throat at the sight of him, your eyes locking in with his blue ones.

“Hi.” You say almost breathless, a smile displays itself on his face at your voice.

“Hi.” He says back. Both of your friends immediately noticing the connection between the two of you.

“So, I’m Hannah, this is my boyfriend Sam, and that fool is Charlie!” Hannah says breaking the silence and yours and Charlie’s eye contact.

“I’m Y/N, and she is Morgan.” You say pointing to Morgan and then reaching your hand out to shake everyone’s hand.

Once your hand reaches for Charlie’s, sparks fly up through your arms. Which you both try to ignore but can’t.

“So how about that game?” You ask a big smile on your face which takes Charlie’s breath away.

Everyone nods and then the game initiates. All five of you enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other.

After a few rounds of the game, everyone was feeling a little tired. The beating sun taking a lot of energy from everyone.

That’s why you offer them a snack and some drinks. You didn’t want the hanging out to end, more specifically you didn’t want Charlie to leave.

The energy between the two of you a lot more awkward than the energy between everyone else. But it seemed like neither of you could get enough of each other, constantly stealing glances at one another.

“I have to be honest real quick,” Hannah says, pausing after taking a bite of her sandwich. “That song you were playing, Charlie sings that so I had to come over here.”

You choke on your food. “No shit, really?” You ask, causing everyone to laugh at your face and your struggle to get it out.

“Ya, really.” He says. You move to slightly hit him, loving the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Why didn’t you guys say anything at first? That’s so embarrassing!” You laugh.

“Well Charlie here thought it would be embarrassing to come talk to the pretty girl listening to his song and telling her.” You blush at her words and Charlie sends her a death stare.

“I just thought it would be weird, I don’t know,” Charlie says trying to ignore the heat that makes its way onto his face, “Besides it’s not just my song!”

“Ooo intrigue, tell us more!” Morgan interjects. You nodding your head yes in agreement.

“Ah okay.” Charlie says, “Technically it’s a band that I play in. I got a job on this netflix show called Julie and The Phantoms, in the show I play in a band called Sunset Curve and the song you were listening to is the bands!” He says explaining it all.

“Ohhh, I know that show! Josie talks about it all the time!” You say. “She says her favorite character is I think Reggie?”

“Ya that’s another character in the band!” Charlie says.

“Okay cool! Ya she says and I quote, that while Reggie may only have two functioning brain cells she would let him ruin her life any day!” You say laughing, Charlie laughing along.

The two of your friends watching the two of you engage with one another, they could practically see the sparks flying.

“She would be jealous of me so much right now if she knew that I was with you!”

“Well how about we take a picture and send it to her?” He asks you. You immediately go to search for your phone, finding it under your shirt.

You open up your camera and lift it to get your faces in the frame. The both of you noticing the space in between you, which looked awkward in the photo.

Charlie hesitantly moves closer to you, your thighs touching, and moves his arm to go around your waist. You suck in a breath at the feeling of his hand on your hip.

“This okay?” He asks looking at you. He was so close, your faces practically touching. You could smell the mix of the beach and after shave coming off of him.

You nod your head yes, then move back to face the camera. “Say cheese!” Then click, you’ve got the photo.

You quickly send it to Josie with a message, excited to see her reply. You open up your photos to get a better look at the photo after you sent it.

Both yours and Charlie’s hair wet, sticking to your faces. Charlie is sporting a big smile, his eyes closed. You’re sporting a smile just as big, with your head tilted into his.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” Charlie says breathlessly looking at your phone. You had forgotten he was there. You’re now even more aware of how close the two of you were, neither of you moved from your position after the photo.

“Oh, thanks!” You say looking down and blushing. This was the first time all day that Charlie had heard you talk so quiet and less confident.

A shiver runs down your spine, you hadn’t noticed the temperature change or the sun starting to set. Neither of you seemed to notice that your friends had disappeared, opting to go on a walk for a little to leave you two alone.

Charlie notices you shivering. “Hey you cold?” He asks.

You nod your head, “Ya a little. I should have a jacket in that bag.” You say pointing to the one next to him.

He moves his arm from around your waist, skin brushing against yours again causing another shiver. He opens the bag but doesn’t see a jacket.

“There’s not jacket in there.” He informs you.

“Oh shit.” You say, “I always forget something!” You shrug, this wasn’t the first time it happened and knowing you it won’t be the last.

“Well here!” Charlie says while grabbing his own black jacket to hand to you.

“No Charlie, I couldn’t! What if you get cold?” You say pushing the jacket closer to him.

“I’m fine Y/N, I’m Canadian this California weather has nothing on me!” He says shoving the jacket back to you.

“You sure!” You ask hesitantly grabbing onto the jacket. Once you get a nod of approval, you’re on your feet pulling the hoodie over your head and letting it drape down to your thighs.

Yet again you’ve left Charlie breathless and in a daze.

“You look really cute in my jacket.” Charlie says, this compliment comes out more confident.

A blush makes its way onto your cheeks.

“Thank you!” You say back, opting to sit back down in your spot next to him.

“So why don’t you tell me a little more about you since it looks like our friends won’t be back soon!” You say leaning back to rest on your arms, Charlie following suit.

The next hour or so is spent filled with laughter and conversation. Both you and Charlie enjoying each other’s company. As time passes Charlie gets more confident in his flirting with you, loving to watch the blush creep up on your cheeks.

“Well you’re quite the flirt now aren’t you?” You laugh after Charlie’s last comment.

“Only for a beautiful girl like you.” He fires back just as quick as ever, which causes you to shake your head.

“Hey Y/N! You ready to head home?” You heard Morgan yell to you as she walks back up to your area of towels; pulling your attention away from Charlie and his compliments.

You look down at your watch, it was 7 PM. You didn’t notice the day fly by.

“Oh ya! I didn’t realize how late it was.” You say, getting up.

Charlie, Hannah, and Sam help you and Morgan get your things together. You guys tried to stop them but they refused, wanting to help you guys bring the stuff back to your car.

Charlie did so just for the extra time with you and Hannah knew her best friend and went along with it.

Once you had the car packed up, it was time for the goodbyes. You were a little sad, not wanting the day to end and have to say goodbye to your new friends. More specifically Charlie.

“Well it was nice meeting you guys! Maybe we could do this another time, Morgan you’ve got my number!” Hannah says pulling you into a hug and then Morgan. Sam following her lead.

Then the two of them make their way over to their car which they already have packed with their stuff.

“It was nice meeting you too Charlie!” Morgan says pulling him into a hug and then hopping into the driver’s seat. “I’ll give you two a minute.” She says while doing so and sending you a wink.

The wink causing you to both blush and look down.

You notice that you’re still wearing Charlie’s jacket and go to take it off. Charlie stops your hands as they go down to lift it off your head, “Keep it.” He says with a smile.

“No, I can’t do that! Besides you’ll need it, I’ll be warm in the car.” Again you move to take it off and he stops you.

“It’s fine Y/N, besides it gives me a reason to see you again.” He says stepping closer to you, he still has your hand in his.

“Do you think maybe I could get your number?” He asks you. You nod your head yes, almost too excited while grabbing your phone from your pocket, unlocking it, and handing it to him.

Charlie fumbles around with it for a minute before he locks it and puts it back in your pocket. He reaches to grab your hand again.

“Well it was nice meeting you Y/N.” He says, your chests touching and faces just inches from one another.

“It was nice meeting you too Charlie.” Big smiles are on both of your faces as you both look into each other’s eyes so close to one another.

Charlie breaks your eye contact for a brief second, letting his eyes drop to your lips and then back up to your eyes. You let your eyes do the same.

A breath catches in your throat as you notice Charlie start to lean in closer, you don’t move an inch and you hold your breath.

He stops just centimeters from your lips, “Is it alright if I kiss you?” His lips slightly brush yours with every word. All you can do is nod your head yes.

Then in a split moment his lips are on yours. He has your bottom lip between his two, your lips moving in sync with one another for a sweet kiss.

The moment ends too soon in your opinion, not wanting the feeling of his lips to leave yours.

He steps back to put a small amount of space between the two of you,

“Well it was nice meeting you Y/N, I will be seeing you soon.”

Matching smiles on both your faces.

“Oh really? You sound pretty confident about that Gillespie.” As much as you were excited about his words, you wanted to give him a hard time about it. You liked the look on his face when you teased him.

“Yes really, don’t fight it.” He says while laughing. You laugh along with him.

“Then I will be seeing you soon!” You say with a smile.

“Good.” Charlie says back with a smirk. To which you respond back with a “good” as well.

And with that he leans in and places one more kiss on your lips and pulls you into a hug.

“I’ll see you around.”

Then he’s off and on his way back to his car, leaving you breathless and in a daze. Before he hops in the car, he looks back at you and sends you a wink.

You smile largely and then turn to hop into the passenger seat. Morgan giving you a knowing look.

“Shut upppp.” You tell her laughing and rolling your eyes, all she does is hum back at you with a smile.

Your phone dings after a few minutes of riding in the car in silence. You look down to see the name Charlie with a heart next to it, you smile at the name.

You unlock your phone to see Charlie’s message confused because you saw a message from you to Charlie that you do not recall sending.

It was the photo of the two of you. He had sent it to himself.

You smile at the photo and then smile bigger at his message.

“That’s a pretty good-looking couple if I say so myself. How about a date tomorrow night?”

Who knew a day off at the beach could lead to this.

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[undyingskies]

Exposed

request:yes;

“Hi sweetheart! Can I make a request that the reader is dating Charlie but had a crush on Jeremy when he was in adventure time and they find out and tease her for it?”

a/n: I hope you guys enjoy!

warnings: none

tagged: @mah-gah-lee​

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You walk onto the set of Julie and The Phantoms for lunch, you finally had a break from your schoolwork so you decided to go visit your boyfriend on set today. You may live together but between school and his work, you both were busy so getting time together recently seemed almost impossible.

You walk through all the trailers trying to get to the lunch area, but no matter how many times you visit set you always seem to get lost. It was like a maze and one you couldn’t memorize.

You wander a little longer hoping for some kind of familiar surrounding but it doesn’t seem like you will be getting one. All the trailers look exactly the same and it is very possible you were going in circles and not even knowing it.

“Y/N is that you?” A voice startles you, stopping you in your tracks. You turn to see none other than Kenny Ortega smiling at you.

“Hi Kenny!” You cheerfully say back to him, he gives you a knowing smile. It’s a well-known fact that you got lost on set, it almost became a game between all of the cast to see who could find you first when you got lost.

“Lost again?” Kenny let’s out soft laugh.

“Is it that obvious?” Kenny chuckles again at your words, giving you a soft nod. “I’m trying to get to the lunch area to visit Charlie but as you can tell it’s not going as planned.”

“Well why don’t you follow me; I was just heading that way!” And with a smile you follow Kenny.

It was a short walk; you were almost there but your lack of directional skills just couldn’t give you this one.

Kenny gives you a hug and a smile before he walks off to go get his own food and talk to some of the producers.

You make your way up to the table that was occupied by Charlie, Owen, Jeremy, Savannah, and Carolynn. They all were giggling and staring down at Charlie’s phone. Your presence unknown to them.

“Hey guys!” This time your voice is the one that startles them. They all look up at you and smile while Charlie quickly locks his phone and flips it upside down on the table before he’s on his feet and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Hey baby! I didn’t know you were coming today!” He’s acting weird you think, his moves jumpy.

“Uh ya, I finished my schoolwork for the week early so I figured I would come visit and say hi!”

He smiles at your words and moves to sit down and gives you space next to him to sit. Everyone at the table is oddly quiet and trying to stifle their laughs.

Very peculiar, you think to yourself.

It’s not odd for them to have inside jokes or to be laughing, but this silence and the looks on their faces was just weird.

“Okay so what gives? You guys are acting weird!” You finally say, frustrated by their silence and your lack of knowledge of why.

“It’s nothing!” Owen says, still trying to hold back a laugh. You give him a knowing look.

“Well you see, the fans they, ummm, they found something!” Now your interest is peaked, you weren’t a stranger to fandoms so you knew they could find some interesting things.

“Ooo, show me!” That’s when everyone breaks out into laughter not able to contain it anymore.

They’re all shaking their heads no at you.

“Guys come on! I want to know!”

“Baby, I don’t think you do!” This time you give Charlie the look you gave Owen, the look that lets them know you mean business.

“Fine! Just remember you wanted to see it!” Charlie is quick to grab his phone again and open it up before he slides it over to you.

That’s when you see his screen and you can feel the tips of your ears and cheeks start to burn.

Staring back at you on the screen is screenshots from your old fan account. You completely forgot about its existence.

You look up at everyone, they are already staring back at you laughing hard.

“I can explain!” You say quickly, feeling the embarrassment settle in.

“You don’t have to explain anything! It looks like you’re trying to steal my mans over here!” Carolynn says full of laughter.

You bury your face in your hands trying to hide your face. You can’t believe people were able to find your account.

Years ago, when you were in your early teens. Like 13, you made a fan account for none other than Jeremy Shada. At the time you were a huge Adventure Time fan.

You had the biggest crush on Finn so by default your crush extended to Jeremy as well since he voiced him. Your account was a mix of your love for the both of them.

“I guess we both got some competition Care!” Charlie laughs, leaning over to nudge you. Your face still buried in your hands.

“Guyyyys! I was 13 when I made that! I forgot it existed!” You say with a whine, you just couldn’t believe fans found it. And now the whole cast as seen it.

“I feel betrayed Y/N, you just forgot about your love for me!” Jeremy says laughing along with their jokes.

“Okay first of all, I loved Finn, you just happened to be a byproduct of that!”

“Hurtful!” Jeremy laughs.

“I hate you guys so much!” You say moving to sit up, you didn’t want to be in the hot seat anymore.

Charlie reaches out to grab you and stop you from moving with a laugh. He places his arm around your waist to keep you in place.

“Aw come on baby, it’s cute!”

“It is not!” You move to shove Charlie off of you but he doesn’t budge, coming back in to lean his face into your neck and place a kiss on it.

“I just wish you made a fan account about me, I’m a little jealous!”

“Oh shut it Gillespie!” You laugh.

You roll your eyes at the smirk that had found it’s place on Charlie’s face.

“Okay whatever it’s kind of funny!” You finally admit defeat, knowing that you wouldn’t get out of this situation or joke.

Everyone continued with the joke for a little while longer, you even interjecting with some. Which caused everyone to laugh even harder.

“Well I’m just glad I was able to meet Jeremey before Y/N, I think 13 year old her could of owned his heart!” Carolynn says with another laugh. You respond with an eye wiggle that causes everyone to laugh.

“I like to believe that she would have still chosen me but whatever!” Charlie says, again causing everyone to laugh.

“I guess we’ll never know babe!” The look on Charlie’s face causing you to laugh harder, a pout now replacing the smirk on his face.

“Baaaabe.” He whines out, now the one moving away from you. This time you’re the one who stops him.

“You know I’m joking. You’re the only one for me!”

You lean in to place a kiss on his lips, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours before you pull away and join in with the conversation again.

Charlie just staring at you in admiration. He really did love and adore you with his whole heart.

He leans in and whispers to you, “You should come visit more, I like having you here.” Then he places a kiss to your head.

You smile back at him. You liked being there too, even if it meant that their fans exposed you. You loved being with Charlie and your friends being able to joke and enjoy your time together!

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[undyingskies]

Hanukkah

request: yes

“hi!! would you be willing to write something with charlie where his girlfriend is jewish and someone made fun of her for it so he decides to go all out for the first night of hanukkah and buys his own menorah so he can make it the best for her bc even tho he isn’t jewish he wants to make her happy and enjoy her religion and heritage? sorry if that’s too specific and if you aren’t comfy doing that it’s totaly fine 🥺♥️”

A/N: I know the holidays are over, but due to the holidays I have gotten behind in my requests! I did my best to educate myself on Hanukkah and write a fic that respects the Jewish holiday! I hope everyone enjoys!

warnings: none

tagged: @mah-gah-lee​, check her blog out! She is amazing and so are the fics that she writes!

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Normally you were always really excited about the holiday season and celebrating Hanukkah. Hanukkah was eight days of celebration, each night at sundown you and your family got together to light the candle on the menorah. It was always a time of celebration and love.

This year was a little different though, this was your first holiday season living with Charlie. In the past Charlie had come for a few days of Hanukkah with your family but he had never been around for the full eight days.

Charlie had always done his best to educate himself of the Jewish holiday, he wanted to learn everything about it that he could. He learned the reason behind the celebration, he wanted to learn about your heritage, he learned all the traditional foods, and even had your mom teach him how to make latke.

It was also nice, that you were able to celebrate the holiday with your family and not have to worry about splitting the day with Charlie’s family since they celebrate Christmas. Your first time every celebrating Christmas was actually with Charlie and his family. It was fun to see a new holiday celebration, but nothing compared to celebrating Hanukkah to you.

You were a little nervous for this year, as again this was the first year of living with Charlie and doing all eight days of Hanukkah together. You were originally really excited, you were going to buy your own Menorah for the first time ever. You were even going to host one night of Hanukkah at your shared apartment with your family. That was until you had read some comment a fan had made. They just mentioned the difference between your two holidays and had said something about you forcing Charlie to engage in Hanukkah. Which just was not true at all, but it still got to you.

Your excitement for the holiday just seemed to fade as the comment continued to ring through your head. The first day of Hanukkah was quickly approaching but you hadn’t started to decorate or buy your menorah yet. Charlie noticed your mood and was worried because you had not mentioned it or even told him why.

Today was the day that the two of you were supposed to go shopping  for all the things you needed.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to go shopping today?” Charlie asked you walking from your room and into the living room.

“I don’t think I really want to go anymore Char...” you trail off, “it just seems like too much now.”

His face falls at your words, not understanding why your excitement isn’t evident anymore and the fact your dismissing shopping for your first menorah. Something that you were really excited for just days prior.

“Are you sure? You were so excited about it the other day, truthfully I was too.” He tells you. You scoff at his words, not believing him. You knew he wasn’t the one who made the comment but somehow in your head, you twisted convincing yourself it was true.

His eyebrows furrow together at your actions, really not understanding  what was happening.

“Can you tell me what’s going on Y/N? Please?  I really am just not understanding.” He asks you.

“It’s nothing Charlie, I just don’t want to do it. I’ll just go to my parents house this year. That way you don’t have to be bothered by it.” You confess to him.

“So I won’t be bothered by it? Why would I be bothered by it?” He’s a little frustrated at your words, he’s always done his best to show you he loves spending Hanukkah with you and your family.

“I just don’t want to force you to do it anymore, people were saying I was forcing you to celebrate this whole time and I don’t want to do that. So I am not going to this year.” You tell him, pushing yourself up from the couch, just wanting to go lay in bed and take a nap.

Charlie reaches out and grabs your arm before you can leave. He pulls you to him, so that your face to face.

“Y/N, you know that’s not true. You have never forced me to celebrate or do anything I didn’t want to do. You know I’ve loved learning about Hanukkah, I was excited to host a night here.” He tells you with a smile on his face, hoping that his words would make you feel better.

They don’t. You roll your eyes at him, not believing his words. You had gotten in your head about it too much. “Whatever Charlie, I just don’t feel like dealing with it okay.” You tell him, stepping away to go to your room.

Charlie sighs and lets you go. He does follow you to the room though. He watches you climb into bed and face the wall. He’s stumped by all of this, not knowing how to fix the situation.

That’s when it hits him, he’s got an idea that has got to make you feel better. He leans over to place a kiss on your forehead. “Okay baby. I’m going to go to the store, I’ll let your rest.” He says.

You turn to look at him with a small smile on your face. “Okay Char. I love you.” You tell him.

“I love you too.” He says on his way out of the room.

He’s got your mom on the phone the minute his foot is out the door. He’s going to fix this situation and put you back in the holiday mood.

He made his way through about 4 different stores, trying to get everything he needed to make it perfect.

You don’t know how long he was gone but sleep had overcome you just a few minutes after he left. The nap granting you some peace from your intrusive thoughts.

When Charlie had gotten home from the store, your apartment was dark. He went to your bedroom to see if you were awake or not, but he found you peacefully sleeping. Which was perfect for his plan.

He quickly and quietly set everything up the best he could, hoping that his plan would work. Once he was done, he made his way back into your room.

He sat next to you on your bed, rubbing your back gently hoping to pull you from your sleep. After a couple seconds you start moving about, slowly becoming conscious. You roll over to find Charlie smiling down at you.

“Hi,” He whispers, to which you whisper hi back.

You don’t miss the excited look on his face and how his eyes seem to be sparkling a little more than usual. He was up to something, you just knew it.

“Everything good there Char?” You ask him. Your spirits a little up due to the nap.

“Yes it is! Wanna come with me to the living room?” He asks you, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You smile up at him and grab his hand, letting him pull you from the bed and into the living room.

Once you reach your living area, you stop dead in your tracks. The sight of your living room brought tears to your eyes. In the middle of your coffee table, was a beautiful menorah. There was also a tin next to the menorah, with all the candles in it.

The table had little white lights draped all along the edges of the table, to light up the room. In the corner of the room, there was also a medium Christmas tree. All of the decorations on the tree were shades of silver and blue.

Your tears kept falling, you were so happy. Charlie speaks up after a few seconds of watching you admire your home for a little.

“So I called your mom and asked her what I should get to decorate.  She told me about the menorah, you had been looking at to get, so I went and got it. I hope that’s okay.” Charlie says while moving to stand in front of you.

“I know you thought you were forcing me to celebrate Hanukkah with you, but I want you to know that it wasn’t true. I love celebrating the holiday with you and learning all about it.” He pauses for a second, “Also I know it may be cheesy but now that we live together I thought, I could incorporate both our holidays. The internet told me that blue and silver were the colors of the Israeli flag so I thought maybe by decorating the tree with those colors, was a nice way to combine the two.” He tells you.

You can’t believe how sweet he was. Only Charlie would try to set up your home with both of your holiday traditions and try to come up with a way to combine the two of them. He truly was the best and so thoughtful.

“I just wanted you to know that even though we have different holidays and traditions, that we’re both in this together.”

A small smile graces both yours and Charlie’s lips as he says that. You can’t help but throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a bone crushing hug. Tears still leaving your eyes.

“It’s perfect Charlie.” You whisper in his ear. You pull back from him, so you could be face to face.

Charlie leans in for a sweet kiss after a few seconds of eye contact. Your boy really was the best. After a few seconds of your lips moving together, you pull apart.

“Also I bought all the ingredients to make latke! I figured we could make it together!” He tells you. “After all we have two days before the first day of Hanukkah and we’re hosting that night!” You smile up at his words.

“Well we better get a start then!” You tell him, pulling him into the kitchen.

You end the night baking with the love of your life and telling him about all your childhood stories of Hanukkah. Nothing could get better than that.

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[skieswords]

Hold Me Up- Part 2 {Charlie Gillespie x OC}

Part 1

Warnings: smut implied, swearing.

The next morning, Lexi found herself running late, having slept better than she had in weeks. They were supposed to get picked up in 15 minutes, and she had a lot to do. The uneaten pancakes from the night before still sat on the counter, and she frowned, but knew they’d have to wait. Sweats on, and a hoodie pulled over her head, she ran down the stairs, only to narrowly avoid bumping into Jeremy, who was holding a tray of Starbucks cups. 

“Morning Jer- what you got there?” She tilted her head at him with a hopeful smile, and he rolled his eyes. 

“That one. Soy latte, triple shot. You’re welcome.” 

Lexi groaned and seized the cup, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. 

“You’re an angel, Jer.” 

The sound of the apartment building door slamming shut preceded Owen’s appearance beside Jeremy, reaching for the smallest of the 3 remaining cups. Charlie stood beside Lexi, seeming a lot brighter than previous mornings. 

“What, so Jeremy gets a good morning kiss and I don’t?” 

He raised his eyebrows and acted offended, placing a hand on his chest in mock hurt. Lexi grinned, and raised her coffee. 

“Jer brought me coffee.” 

Charlie frowned, and watched as she got into the backseat of the car, greeting the driver happily. The boys piled in after her, Jeremy taking the front, and Owen pushing Charlie into the middle. 

“Dude you’re 5′8. I get the main seat.” 

Charlie’s face fell as he buckled his seatbelt. 

“But she’s 5′6! Surely she should be in the middle.” Lexi grinned and stretched her legs out. 

“Ladies first, right?” 

Charlie grinned dangerously, and reached for his coffee, which Jeremy was holding out to him through the centre console. 

“You know as well as I do that you’re hardly a lady.” 

Lexi shrugged and looked out of the window, replying offhandedly. 

“I dunno, ladies swallow, don’t they?” 

Owen choked on the coffee he’d just taken a sip of, and Jeremy cackled from the front seat. Charlie turned beetroot red and stared at his coffee cup intensely. 

“Well I wouldn’t know that, would I?”

Lexi shrugged again, and caught Jeremy’s eye in the rearview. They smirked at each other, Jeremy raising his eyebrows questioningly, before settling in for the short drive to set.

“Lexi!” 

As they clambered out of the car, Lexi turned to catch the teenager running towards her at full pelt, her cloud of dark curls flying around her face. Madison grinned at her, and moved to hug all of the boys. She’d been off set recording for a few days, letting them get some of their more serious scenes filmed. It had become apparent after 17 retakes of the same scene, that Madison and Lexi couldn’t be trusted to film emotional scenes while on set together. 

They were trying to film the flashback scene where Alex comes out to his family, and Becca was supposed to have a major confrontation with their parents, ending in tears, and a lot of shouting. But with Madison and Charlie standing off to the side, it had been impossible for Owen and Lexi to keep a straight face for longer than 40 seconds. 

After an emotional scene of Julie talking to her mom in the studio got messed up, due to Lexi tripping somewhere behind the monitors, Kenny banned them from being on the same set whenever either of them had to be serious. 

“Hey Mads, good to have you back. How were your recordings?” 

Madison shrugged and looped her arm through Lexi’s, grimacing as the scent of coffee reached her nose. 

“Alright. My throat is DYING though. Deceased, six feet under, decomposing as we speak. I’m so glad it’s just the dance scenes I’m doing for the next few days.” 

Lexi laughed and started walking towards the trailers, desperate to have someone work wonders on her face. She vaguely resembled someone from the walking dead set in the morning, Kenny had kindly informed her. 

“It’s your turn next. You ready?” 

Lexi looked around her, before sighing and taking a sip of her coffee. 

“I don’t know. I’m not ready to film it- but I guess I’m ready to record it?” 

Madison grinned and stopped them outside hair and makeup, her hand landing on Lexi’s wrist.

“You’ll be ace. I can’t wait to hear you sing properly. I’ve only heard you with the boys.” 

Lexi shrugged, and grinned. 

“I guess you have more experience than me anyway, doesn’t make sense that I sing with you straight away.” 

Madison rolled her eyes and clapped dramatically. 

“Sis, I’ve heard you in the studio, you got pipes. Not just anybody can handle musical theatre school!” 

Lexi laughed and pressed a hand over Madi’s mouth. 

“Sh, someone will hear you. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. Emotions though, gross.” 

Madi wrinkled her nose in agreement, and pushed the door to hair and makeup open. 

“Go, you look like death. I have to see Soyon- something about another pleather dress.” 

She pulled a face of despair before dancing to one of the other trailers, kicking her feet out randomly and swinging her hips. Lexi laughed as she watched the younger girl’s antics. Madison’s energy was unmatched- even at 19, Lexi struggled with being properly awake in the morning. She was especially nervous for filming this week, knowing that at least one of the days would be spent in the studio, recording some surprise songs that the boys didn’t know about. Kenny had added it in last minute, telling her she’d have a song or two for her character alone. After season 1′s soundtrack did so well, they knew they wanted to add even more music for the second installment of Julie and the Phantoms. A new character, and a new love story, seemed the perfect opportunity to do so. 

“Right, we want to film the reunion scene today- everyone good on lines for that?” 

Lexi groaned quietly and flicked through the script sitting in her lap. This meant accessing some pent up emotions she’d been trying to avoid. And a trip to costumes. Jeans were not something she felt like squeezing her tired self into today, but duty called. Charlie appeared at her side as she started making her way to Soyon, his hands deep in his sweatpants pockets. 

“Hey you.” 

She elbowed him gently, smiling up at him. 

“Hey yourself. Heading to Soyon?” 

Lexi nodded and looked at their feet. They were walking in time with each other, his strides matching hers. She smiled to herself, and pulled her hoodie tighter around her. It was still early, and the morning Vancouver air was harsh, even if it was July. Charlie noticed, and tossed his arm casually over her shoulders, bringing Lexi in to his side. Lexi checked nobody was looking, and snuggled into him, breathing him in. He smelt of sleep, coffee, and faintly of his aftershave, still clinging to his jacket from days before. They reached costumes, and Lexi pulled away from him, only to find herself being dragged away from the door, and brought round the side of the trailer. Before she could question what was happening, her back was against the side of the trailer, and Charlie’s mouth was on hers. She kissed him back immediately, her hands circling his neck and playing with his shortened hair. Lexi drew his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped it lightly, smirking when he moaned against her lips softly, and pressed further into her, the heat from his chest warming her from the inside out. They separated, panting slightly as they rested their foreheads together. 

“I’ve been thinking about doing that since I left last night.” 

Charlie confessed, reaching a hand up to stroke a curl out of Lexi’s face. She grinned, and chewed her lip a little, too afraid to confess the same thing. “Let’s go, we don’t have long.” Charlie sighed, but let her take his hand, and followed her through to the front of the trailers, watching as she checked nobody could see them. Obviously satisfied, she turned and pressed her lips to his again, before letting go of his hand and wandering up the steps, walking into the warmth of costumes. Charlie watched her go, shaking his head slightly. He had no idea where this was going to go- but he liked it. 

“Jeans, keep them cuffed, the Zeppelin shirt and then this flannel- perfect. Okay I want your hair messed up a little, and it’ll be absolute minimal makeup- you have to look 16.” 

Lexi laughed and headed for the door. 

“You should see the 16 year olds where I’m from- can’t tell them apart from the 20s.”

 Soyon laughed and pulled Charlie over to the costume rack, leaving Lexi to get painted by Daniella. One of the junior makeup artists on set, Daniella and Lexi had hit it off immediately, with coffee dates every weekend, and a lot of time spent together on set. Lexi was almost as bad as Charlie for messing up her makeup, and between the two of them, they had 3 of the artists chasing them around set constantly, ready to make corrections when necessary. 

“Morning girlie. Ready for today?” 

Lexi groaned and tilted her head back, making eye contact with her friend. 

“Waterproof mascara, please.” 

Daniella smiled sympathetically. 

“Sorry love, you have to have mascara runs according to my notes.” 

Another groan filtered through Lexi’s lips, and she sighed, but let Daniella work her magic. The baby face she’d so long been teased for came in handy for this scene. She had to be introduced as the fresh-faced baby sister of Alex, lost love of Luke, and Julie’s competition. They’d filmed a few scenes already, but had skipped straight to the musical numbers that they all featured in, and the only speaking scenes she’d done so far were the ones with her and Owen in the past, and a few that took place after their reunion. They hadn’t really tried the romantic scenes yet, with Charlie. She’d blocked them, but Kenny had used one of the lighting guys instead, claiming Charlie was busy with a guitar lesson or something. 

“What you complaining about now gorgeous?” 

Charlie took a seat next to Lexi, his perfect arms on display in yet another one of the cut off band shirt’s that had been making Lexi’s life particularly hard on set. 

“Mmm. I have to cry today.” 

Charlie frowned as another makeup artist came over to him, ruffling his hair and filling it with hairspray, before changing their mind, and grabbing a beanie. Lexi smirked as she watched his face in the mirror. He hated the hairspray with a passion, especially when it was unnecessary. 

“Oh. It’s that scene.” 

Daniella locked eyes with Lexi in the mirror, and they rolled their eyes at each other. 

“You’re all done, Gillespie. Get out of here.” 

Charlie jumped up and winked at Lexi, before running out the door, desperate to get to the warmth of set. 

“Gorgeous?” 

Lexi scoffed at Daniella, and reached up to ruffle the soft waves she’d just finished putting into her hair. 

“What, he always calls me that?” 

A disbelieving smile on Daniella’s face was Lexi’s cue to leave, and she grabbed Charlie’s hoodie off the sofa, wrapping it around her shoulders before waving to her friend, and following Charlie to the Molina house. 

Lexi was hanging around the set, watching as Madison and the guys prepared for the shot. Charlie was off the side, tossing his apple up and down in one hand, speaking to the tech manager. Owen and Jeremy were on the couch, heads resting together while they spoke to Madison, who was leaning against the railing in the loft. “Okay, places everyone. Madison is Becca’s book up there?” 

Madi nodded and waved to Lexi, who smiled back. Charlie noticed her, and his hoodie draped over her shoulders. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she pulled it over her face, careful not to mess up her hair. When she looked back towards him, he was smiling widely, the apple stilled in the palm of his hand. 

“Lexi, hon, over here please.” 

With a wink to Charlie, Lexi wandered over to Kenny, leaning into the arm he slung across her shoulders. 

“Julie’s going to read one of your lyrics, and then you’ll yell from over here, and then we’ll stop, put you in, and start, okay?” 

Lexi nodded, familiar with the plan from the notes on Madi’s script. 

“Action.”

“Hey guys, what’s this? Is this one of yours?” 

Julie leaned over the side of the loft, and showed a royal blue notebook, with sticky notes and loose leaf paper hanging out the side. Alex jumped to his feet, his eyes wide. 

“Where’d you find that?” 

Julie looked behind her and shrugged. 

“It was just in all this stuff. What is it?” 

Alex looked sad, and he smiled softly. 

“It’s a songbook.” 

Julie nodded and started flicking through it. 

“Oh, another one of Luke’s? Cool. Oh wow, these are deep. I’d like to see him try and tell me this isn’t about a girl- too young, too dumb, to know things like love?” 

Alex stepped towards Julie, arm outstretched. 

“Please Julie. That’s not Luke’s. It’s-”

Kenny nudged Lexi, who stepped towards the mic, and started screaming. It was high pitched, and she had to hold her hands over her ears, as she heard it echo through the set.

Julie and Alex looked up, while Reggie started looking around his feet desperately, trying to work out where the horrific noise was coming from.

“Cut! Boys stay where you are. Lexi in you go.” 

Kenny gave her a push, and Lexi slipped Charlie’s hoodie off her shoulders, leaving it on a chair, and running into the set, pulling her flannel off one shoulder to appear dishevelled. The camera swung round so that it was on Lexi’s face, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach start up. This would be the first scene aired to the public that had her in it. 

“Action!”

Becca landed on the rug in a heap, looking around her fearfully. 

“What the h-” 

She was cut off by a soft voice from behind her. 

“Becca?” 

She spun on the spot, eyes wide. Alex looked her up and down, confusion and fear written all over his face. Becca’s voice was weak and shaky, resemblant of that of a scared child.

“Alex?” 

He nodded slowly, and she jumped towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. 

Sobs wracked through her body, and Owen almost called for the scene to stop, as he felt hot tears streaming down his neck. But he went with it, and held her tightly, letting his eyes water slightly too. 

Becca stepped away from him, and looked him over, eyes wide in astonishment. Tears were streaming down her face, but the smile stretched across her cheeks told the camera they were happy tears. 

“Reg? Oh god I missed you.” 

She pulled the dark haired boy into a friendly hug, ruffling his hair playfully as she stepped away from him, shaking her head at the two of them. 

“I can’t believe you guys are here, what’s going on? Why are we here? Where is here? And where’s-” 

Becca’s smile faltered as she registered Luke’s absence. Footsteps from behind her told her to get ready to turn, and she listened carefully. 

“Hey guys, check this out, we can eat!” 

Luke held up the apple proudly as he strolled into the shot, but his face fell, alongside the apple, as he noticed Becca standing between his bandmates. 

“B-bex?” 

His face was so innocent, and his voice so broken, that Lexi didn’t have to act. Her face softened, and she choked slightly. 

“L-luke?” A moment of silence passed between them all, before Luke stepped towards her, and Becca went running, flying into his arms. He caught her, staggering slightly, and spun her around, his face buried in her neck. 

Lexi found herself smiling against his shirt, the feeling of Charlie’s arms around her very welcome. 

Luke set her back down, and placed a hand either side of her face, taking her in in a state of absolute wonderment. 

“Cut! That was great guys, we might have to run it a few more times for lighting and tech, but I think it was ace! Great emotions Lexi.” 

Lexi nodded and stepped away from Charlie, wiping her face with a frustrated groan. 

“Not on the costume Lex!” 

Daniella came running forward with panicked eyes. 

“Sorry Dani.” 

She shrugged and smiled sheepishly, showing the sleeve of her flannel, now streaked with black. Daniella groaned and held her arm out, taking the flannel away to be cleaned. Lexi turned back to Charlie, who was grinning down at her with his bottom lip between his teeth, shaking his head. 

“You’re impossible.” 

Lexi acted offended, and smacked him lightly. 

“I’m impossible? Have you seen you with your hair? Oh no, not the hairspray, please, not the curls!” 

She fanned her face dramatically in a teasing impression of Charlie, as he crossed his arms and watched her. 

“Wasn’t that my hoodie you were wearing earlier? Want me to take it back and let you freeze?” 

Lexi’s face fell, and she turned on her heel, legging it towards the chair she’d left the oversized jersey on. She’d just managed to pull it over her head when Charlie caught up, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up. Lexi squealed and giggled, kicking out desperately in an attempt to get him to put her down. He eventually complied, setting her down carefully, and turning her to face him. The hood was pulled up over her hair, and she was pouting at him like a child, the hoodie hanging off her slender frame. Her and Owen genuinely could be brother and sister- both were light haired, long-legged and slim, with bright blue eyes. 

“Don’t give me that face. Here.” 

Charlie reached down and rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, freeing her hands from the thick material. Lexi watched him with a smile, catching his eye as he reached up to pull the hood off her hair. He left his hands where they were, resting on the side of her face. It took everything in both of them not to kiss each other- but at the last minute Lexi coughed and stepped away, flushing a deep red. Charlie’s eyes widened and he stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets, before smiling at her awkwardly and walking away.

“Try and tell me that was you guys being just friends, I beg you.” 

Madison appeared on Lexi’s left side, grinning at her. Lexi groaned and pulled Charlie’s hood back over her head, starting to head for catering. 

“Shut up. We’re just friends, nothing more.” 

Madison sighed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. 

“If you say so, but I better be your maid of honour.” 

Owen appeared beside them a millisecond later, dropping an arm over Lexi’s shoulders casually. 

“Nah, that’s taken by her big brother.” 

Madison leaned across Lexi and laughed. 

“Then who’s Charlie’s best man, Jer?” 

Owen frowned and moved to open the door. 

“You’re right. We’ll come up with something.” Jeremy was on the other side of the door, donut in hand. 

“For what?” 

Madison grinned and ran for the box of brownies, taking it over to give Lexi some. 

“We’re planning Lex and Charlie’s wedding. Can’t work out who’s going to be best man.” 

Jeremy laughed and settled into a chair, watching as Lexi rolled her eyes and started making herself a coffee. 

“We’re just friends! How many times do I have to tell you guys?” 

Jeremy shrugged, and leaned forward so his elbows were resting on his knees. 

“Let’s just see what happens when you guys start with the kissing scenes. Bet you won’t be able to resist him then.” 

Owen scoffed and took a seat across from Jeremy. 

“God, I’m going to need to move in with you Jer, no way I want to be near them when they finally start going at it.” 

Lexi flushed red and looked towards Madison, who had her eyebrows raised and her eyes closed. 

“Imma pretend I didn’t hear that. I’m just glad Kenny came up with a way to stop me having to kiss Charlie- no thank you.” 

Lexi grinned to herself, and took a sip of her coffee, before turning as the door opened, and watching Charlie come in. 

“Hey Mads, you couldn’t handle it.” 

He stuck his tongue out at her, and glanced at Lexi, who snorted and nearly choked on her coffee. 

“Guys! can we please remember SHE’S 17.” 

Charlie scoffed and took a swig of the coffee cup already sat on the table, sitting in one of the armchairs in the corner. 

“Don’t act like you were innocent when you were 17. I’ve seen how you dance.” 

Lexi smirked and rolled her eyes, turning back to Madison. 

“Yes, but Madi here has Ricardo. And a kickass mum. Plus Kenny. And three older brothers. And me.” 

Madison stood up and came to sit in the armchair next to Lexi. It was a squeeze, but both girls were grateful for the extra warmth. 

“She has a point. I’m not allowed to date til I’m 40.” 

Lexi nodded, leaning her head on the younger girl’s shoulder. 

“That’s right. And even then, I’m prepared to hide the body.” 

Owen nodded alongside her solemnly. Charlie laughed, and made direct eye contact with Lexi. 

“Why is she red?” 

He nudged Owen, who laughed. Sure enough, Lexi was still a deep shade of red from his earlier comment about having to move out if her and Charlie ever got together.

“I was saying how if you two-” 

Madi interrupted, pointing an accusatory finger at Owen. 

“When, not if.” 

Owen nodded and laughed. 

“When, you two get together, I’m going to have to move out.” 

Charlie raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide his smirk. 

“Well, you did just hear her scream. If you’re not prepared to hear that all night then I suppose you’re right.” 

The way Charlie spoke was so casual that even Lexi took a minute to process what he’d just said. 

“Oh my god. I’m leaving. Can we go back to when I was 14, and you guys wouldn’t even swear in front of me?” 

Madison jumped up and ran to the door, looking between Charlie and Lexi before shuddering dramatically. 

“GROSS.” 

Lexi stared at her coffee, lip between her teeth. Half of her wanted to slap Charlie for what he said. The other half of her- well. They made eye contact a moment later, Charlie’s cocky grin in place. 

“Like you’d ever get the chance to make me scream like that.” 

She stood up and ran her fingers through her hair, sticking her tongue out at him like a child. Charlie shook his head and watched her, his eyes crinkling as he grinned. 

A few hours later, they were still on set, and Lexi was on her fifth cup of coffee that day. She was alone in her trailer, curled up in an armchair and scrolling through her phone. 

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

She looked up, only to find Charlie’s eyes on hers, crouched down beside her seat. 

“Hey. I’m just in here. It’s warm.” 

Charlie nodded and reached out to interlock their fingers. 

“I wanted to talk to you.” 

Lexi nodded, smiling slightly. She had a tiny idea where this might be going. 

“I want to take you out. Properly. It’s clear there’s something here, and I want us to do this right.” 

Lexi grinned and nodded, biting her lip slightly. 

“Yeah. That sounds good.” 

Charlie sighed in relief, and tried to squeeze into the chair beside her. It was never going to work, so she stood up, letting him sit down, before sitting in his lap, swinging her legs over the arm of the chair. 

“Oh, I like this.” 

Charlie smirked at her, and leaned forward, connecting their lips softly. Lexi melted into the kiss, turning her head slightly for better access. He sighed happily, and slipped his tongue between her lips, forcing Lexi to tilt her head back. Sucking on her lip gently, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as she moaned in response, making his thoughts run rampant. Lexi could feel her hip cramping, so shuffled around, straddling his lap. 

“Hi.” 

He looked up at her, her face framed with her hair, still in soft waves. 

“Hi.” 

Not wanting to waste time, she lowered her lips to his again, feeling his hands drift to her hips. 

“Jeans are not ideal for this, Lex.” 

Lexi giggled and pulled him back to her lips by his shirt, heating things up as quickly as she could. She guided one of his hands to her ass, and shuffled closer to him, rolling her hips into him slightly. 

“This isn’t fair.” 

His voice was husky in her ear, as he started trailing kisses down her neck, biting at her pulse point and trailing his tongue across her collarbones. Lexi moaned quietly and grabbed his jaw, pulling his mouth back to hers. 

“Shut up, I’ve had to watch you wander around like this all day.” 

She stroked his bare arms for emphasis, and groaned as he started to kiss her with a new fire, his tongue slipping against hers, their teeth bumping every now and again. It was messy, but it was hot. A familiar heat started in her lower abdomen, and Lexi silently cursed Soyon for putting her in jeans, preventing her from getting any form of relief in the form of grinding against Charlie’s lap. 

“We- shit. We need to stop.” 

Charlie whispered into her mouth, his hand running up and down her spine, lips still searching for more. 

“Mhm.” 

Lexi didn’t even try to answer, reaching around to play with his curls and tugging them softly. 

“Ser- fuck. Lex.” 

Lexi pulled away with a reluctant groan, and pouted at him. 

“Whyyy, we don’t have to be back on set yet. We’re only like halfway through our break.” 

Charlie was red-faced, and his pupils were dilated to the point his eyes appeared more black than hazel. 

“I know. But if we don’t stop now, we won’t stop.” 

Lexi tilted her head to one side in question. Charlie reached up and stroked her cheek with his thumb. 

“If we don’t stop now, I’m going to have you bent over that counter in the next 5 minutes, and everyone on set is gonna hear just how loud you can scream.”

His voice was calm and smooth, a harsh contrast to the reaction happening in Lexi’s stomach. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, resisting the urge to moan. 

“Yeah. You’re right. We should stop. Definitely don’t want... that.” 

She glanced towards the counter almost longingly, before mentally slapping herself, and climbing off him. His jeans looked uncomfortably tight, and Lexi almost felt bad. Almost. Looking at him the way he currently sat wasnt doing her any favours though, his lips swollen, hair messy and shirt all rumpled, plus a clear bulge in his jeans, that was practically begging her to call a half day, and go home. 

“Uh- I’m going to need to go get my hair sorted.” 

She pointed to the previously loose waves, that were now much fluffier, and looked a little like Becca had been dragged through a hedge. Charlie nodded, reaching down with a wince to adjust himself. 

“Yeah, good shout. I’ve got to change shirt, I’ll come with.” 

Lexi frowned slightly and raised her eyebrows at him. 

“We’re re-shooting a scene, different shirt. Need a different wallet too. Come on.” 

He straightened his shirt slightly, and ran a hand through his hair, before reaching it out towards her. Lexi smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, before walking out into the cold, heading towards Soyon’s trailer, pulling him behind her. 

“Hey Lexi, you good to record tonight? Kenny needs you to get that song done ASAP.” 

Lexi nodded as she walked over to Carl, sighing as she stretched her arms above her head. 

“Did he mention whether or not I can tell the guys? They’ll want to know where I am.” 

Carl shook his head with a regretful smile. 

“Sorry hon, he wants it to be a surprise. Madison’s going to come with you though- you guys have a duet I think?” 

Lexi frowned, and waved to Carl as she headed back to her trailer. She hadn’t been told anything about a duet. Maybe it was a mix up? Kenny had given her a few hours off while the boys filmed a couple of scenes with Sacha, so she was back in her sweats, another cup of coffee glued to her hand. 

“Lex, there you are. What you up to?” 

Lexi shrugged and set her coffee down, nodding towards Madi and indicating she should come into her trailer. 

“Just chilling. Carl’s saying I’m recording tonight, and you’re coming?” 

Madi nodded and took a seat on the couch, sinking into the pile of the fluffy cushions Lexi had become known for carrying around on set. 

“We’re telling everyone we have a duet, so you can get that song recorded in peace. Otherwise the boys would tear the lot apart trying to find you.” 

Lexi nodded in agreement, and reached into the cupboard, producing two pot noodles. 

“You want?” 

Madi nodded eagerly and pulled a cushion into her lap, watching as Lexi made her way around the tiny kitchenette in her trailer. 

“How you feeling bout this season?” 

Lexi asked Madison over her shoulder. The girls hadn’t had a proper catch up in weeks, with the set being built and everyone being too busy with rehearsals to get an actual sit down. 

“I think it’s going to be good. You’re definitely coming for Julie though- I worry your going to get a lot of online hate for breaking Juke up and stuff.” 

Lexi sighed and passed Madi her noodles. 

“Yeah, I’m already getting some stuff. Hopefully the more mature fans will realise it was more of a strategic move than for the plot. The whole Julie and Luke, Madi and Charlie thing was going a bit far.” 

Madison nodded in agreement, blowing on a forkful of pasta. 

“Definitely. Honestly I’m so grateful to Kenny and the guys for brainstorming your character. One because it means I get to avoid having my first kiss with someone I’m not dating AND because I got a killer big sister in the process.” 

Lexi grinned and grabbed Madi’s hand. 

“By far the best part of the job Mads, you know that.” 

The girls ate their noodles in comfortable silence, thankful for a quiet moment to themselves. Of course though, they weren’t left alone for long. 

“Hey ladies, mind if we join?” 

Jeremy and Owen came bursting through the door, Owen settling into the armchair, and Jeremy leaning against the counter. 

“What we talking about?” Lexi couldn’t tear her eyes away from the armchair Owen was sitting in, trying her hardest not to grin as she remembered her and Charlie’s few minutes earlier on. 

“Earth to Lexi?” 

Jeremy was waving his hands in front of her face, breaking her out of her daydream. 

“Sorry, Jer. Just thinking. What’s happening?” 

Her friends laughed, and Madison stood up to put their finished noodles away, laughing as she found a stash of kinder bars in the cabinet. 

“You’re out of control girl, you know they have these in Target, right?” 

Lexi shrugged and held out her hand, catching the few that Madi sent her way. 

“I’m not risking it. Y’all banned kinder eggs, I’m not letting these go too.” 

Having a scottish friend was entertaining at times, and the actors shared a funny look. 

“Whatever you say. What we doing tonight? Owen suggested a night out if you’re up for it? We have a late start tomorrow and Thursday.” 

Lexi groaned and shook her head. 

“I wish, but I have to be in the studio tonight. Mads and I got a duet we have to record.” 

Jeremy frowned. 

“I didn’t see that in the script, it new?” 

Madison nodded eagerly, being as convincing as she could be. 

“Kenny added it last minute- it’ll probably get cut last minute too, you know how he is.” 

Owen and Jeremy nodded, looking around them for a minute. 

“Where’s Charlie?” 

Jeremy stretched out, and pulled his phone out of his pocket, scrolling absentmindedly. 

“He had a scene to film with Jennifer- he wanted to be alone for it, you know how he gets.” 

Lexi sighed. Charlie hated people seeing him cry- unless it was on screen. So a scene with Jennifer most likely meant a scene with tears. 

“I should go check if he’s okay.” 

Owen shrugged and made to stand up. 

“It’s chill, you guys can stay here. Mads, I can drive us to the studio in a bit?” 

Madison nodded, relaxing back onto the sofa gratefully, ready to take a power nap while Lexi looked for their cast mate.

Lexi found him outside the Patterson house set, his head between his knees. She knelt down beside him, resting a hand on his back and speaking softly. 

“Char? You good?” 

He groaned slightly, looking up at her. His eyes were red, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“I don’t know how you do this. When I cry, I can’t stop.”

Lexi chuckled and wiped his eyes gently with the cuffs of his hoodie, which she was still wearing.

“A lot of practice. Come on, let’s get you off set, we’re done for the day.” 

He nodded slowly, reaching for her hand. Lexi looked around her carefully, but let him take it, slipping it into his jacket pocket. 

“What do you think about? When you have to cry?” 

His question was out of the blue, and very personal. All the actors knew that. When they cried on screen, they were usually accessing very deep and personal memories,  that made them emotional immediately. 

“Sorry, I overstepped.” 

Lexi shook her head and ran her thumb over the back of Charlie’s hand. 

“Nah, you’re good. Well, it changes I guess. So for the scene earlier, I thought about when I was little, and the times I saw my dad after months of him being away. I always used to cry about it. Those videos of military fathers coming home used to kill me, let me tell you.” 

Charlie laughed lightly, squeezing her hand in his. 

“Woah. That’s deep. Thank you for telling me.” 

Lexi shrugged and looked up at him. 

“It’s okay. Don’t go spreading that though- don’t need everyone knowing I’m a sap.” Charlie shook his head, and pulled them towards costume. 

“Let me get changed- I’ll meet you at yours later tonight?” 

Lexi nodded, and checked around them, before pressing a kiss to his lips, blushing, and turning away quickly, running towards her trailer. 

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When I Say I Do {Charlie Gillespie x OC}

Charlie and his longterm girlfriend go to the Shada’s wedding, but the whole time, he’s trying to convince her that they should take the next step. Why is she so hesitant?

Warnings: Heavy flirting, alcohol, slight angst.

“Liv, baby, we gotta go or we’re gonna be late.” 

Olivia looked in the mirror one last time, frowning slightly as she ran her fingers through her curls. She was standing in the hotel bathroom, and had been for the past 15 minutes, scrutinizing every inch of the sky blue dress she’d picked out earlier that month. It was knee length, satin, and complimented her dark hair and crystal eyes perfectly. She looked gorgeous. But she didn’t feel it. Weddings and Olivia had never been a good match, but Carolynn had practically begged her to come, knowing she was the only person capable of taming Charlie when he got excited. 

That was the other thing setting her on edge. Charlie. 

Their four year anniversary was fast approaching, and Olivia was losing her mind with fear that he might propose. He’d dropped a million hints, but she was playing dumb, hoping he’d drop the topic. She supposed after moving over to Vancouver with him for filming, she’d given the impression that she was all for major commitment- and she was. But marriage? 

Another knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts, and she sighed. 

“I’m coming, Char. Give me a second.” 

With a final shake of her hair, and smoothing of her dress, Livi unlocked the door and stepped out, smiling up at her curly-haired boyfriend shyly. He took her in, his eyes wide as they drifted back to her face. 

“You look beautiful. Might outdo Carolynn.” 

He winked at her, and spun her around, admiring her dress and the way it made her figure look, before pulling her in to kiss her temple tenderly, and dragging his jacket on. He interlocked their fingers, and squeezed her hand excitedly. 

“Let’s go watch some people get married.” 

His grin was enormous, and Olivia silently decided to try her best to make this day as enjoyable as possible for him. 

“Yeah, and then take advantage of the open bar.” 

Charlie rolled his eyes and held the door open for her, wrapping a protective arm around her waist as they made their way along the corridor. It took all of Livi’s self control not to chew at her lips, knowing that if she fucked up her lipstick before photos, Tori might actually stab her. Charlie was humming under his breath, dancing slightly as he walked, clear signs that he was in an incredibly happy mood. It was no surprise. He was the sweetest guy in the world, and wanted nothing more than for his friends to be happy. 

They reached the ceremony, and a genuine smile lit up Livi’s face. The place was beautiful, and the energy was incredible. Everyone was smiling, or laughing, and Carolynn and Jeremy’s families were greeting everyone, their infectious grins and unfaltering kindness surprising Olivia. She wasn’t used to family members being so welcoming and sweet. Charlie’s hand never left the small of her back, and he guided her through the crowd carefully, smiling at the people he knew, and scanning faces for their friends. Eventually they found Owen and Tori, and took their seats, Livi rolling her eyes at Tori’s careful examination of her makeup. 

“It’s fine, T, I got it.” 

Tori hummed, and took her friends hand, squeezing it gently. Livi hadn’t been totally honest with Charlie, and had spilled her guts to Tori over the phone a week before, after one too many glasses of wine. She hated weddings, and had a pretty dismissive view of marriage. Tori had sympathized with her, before telling her to brighten up, and reminding her that she had to do it, and she had to smile through it, for Carolynn, and for the guys. Tori had hung up on her soon after that, leaving Livi to climb into bed beside Charlie’s already sleeping form, and cuddle up to his warm chest, with a heavy feeling in her heart.

 Squeezing her hand back, Livi smiled at Tori, and rested her head on Charlie’s shoulder, waving at Owen with her free hand, before taking a deep breath and facing the front. 

“Waterproof mascara?” Tori whispered, a slight joke in her tone. Livi snorted and reached into her dress, pulling a pack of tissues out of her bra. 

“Don’t you know it.” 

Charlie looked between them and slipped an arm over Liv’s shoulders, rubbing the bare skin of her arm with his thumb. 

“Ladies, if you cry, there are two very manly men willing to make you feel better, just you remember.” 

Liv raised her eyebrows at Owen and rolled her eyes at Charlie, who she’d already put her money on in the girls’ bet on who would cry first. The current prediction was Jeremy, Charlie, Owen, but Livi knew Charlie, and had a feeling the music wouldn’t even need to start before he turned on the waterworks. 

“Liv, isn’t this pretty? Like all the flowers and stuff?” 

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she mentally prepared herself. He wasn’t wrong- it was truly beautiful, and somewhere in the back of her head, 12 year old Olivia was going crazy about the flower arrangements, the colour scheme, the signs- just everything. 

“Yeah, Char. It’s gorgeous.” 

His smile was so hopeful, and there was a sparkle in his eye that terrified her. Before she could overthink it, the music started to play, and she turned to face the front. The minute Jeremy was in front of them, Charlie’s grip on her shoulder got a little tighter, and Tori squeezed her hand. The bridesmaids came next, their tulle pink gowns fitting in perfectly with the floral arch that the soon-to-be Shadas would get married under. It really was the perfectly planned wedding, Livi couldn’t deny. There was a pause, and Livi watched with soft eyes as Jeremy started to tear up, before taking a quick glance at Charlie, who was indeed already crying. Tori pulled her to her feet, and Livi pulled Charlie up alongside her, cuddling into his side as the music played. 

Carolynn was a picture, in a stunning lace gown with a cathedral train that any girl in their right mind would be jealous of. Livi could already feel her eyes welling up as she watched Jeremy, sinking into her seat just in time to hide her face before anyone could notice. Charlie noticed, of course, and brought her in closer to his side, kissing her hair gently. He thought she was just emotional- he didn’t fully understand why she hated weddings so much. 

The vows began, and Olivia was a mess. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she wasn’t alone in that. Even Owen was gone at this point, as they listened to the most heartfelt vows Livi had ever heard, and watched as Carolynn’s smile grew wider than she had ever seen it. Right as the minister turned to the two of them, ready for them to kiss, Livi heard Charlie’s voice in her ear. 

“That could be us one day, huh?” 

Livi nearly choked, and she grabbed Tori’s hand, offering Charlie a weak smile, before resting her head on his shoulder again. She was almost glad she didn’t have a watch, as she waited desperately for the happy couple to walk down the aisle together, just so she could escape the romantic atmosphere. She stood up and cheered alongside Charlie as they kissed, leaning into him with mixed emotions. He rested his hand on her hip and his chin on her head, as he yelled and cheered for his friends, finally releasing Olivia so he could clap wildly, and whistle at the retreating couple. Olivia turned to Tori with her tear-streaked face, and rolled her eyes at herself. 

“God, I’m a mess.” 

Tori grinned and squeezed her hand again, throwing their arms up in the air as Carolynn dragged Jeremy down the aisle, their faces the absolute picture of happiness. Hands appeared on Olivia’s waist, and she squealed as Charlie picked her up from behind, resting his head on her shoulder as he spun her round. 

“I can’t wait to marry you one day.” 

His voice was soft, and his eyes so earnest, that Olivia almost caved. She reached up and stroked his face, pulling him in for a soft kiss while Owen and Tori gagged behind their backs. 

“Come on, you two. We’ve got some time to kill while they get their photos taken, what do you wanna do?” 

Olivia broke away first, her answer in agreement with all of their thoughts. 

“Let’s drink to the happy couple. Please. Now. Where’s the champagne?” 

Tori nodded and started through the crowd, while Livi held back, sneaking under Charlie’s arm. 

“Liv, you can’t drink. You’re only 20.” 

She stuck her tongue out at him, and looked to Owen for help. 

“Try and stop me, I dare you.” 

Owen nodded at Charlie, and squeezed his best friend’s arm. 

“I will be taking tequila shots with her, and you will be joining us. And you can thank me later.” 

Livi hid her face in Charlie’s chest at the comment, while Charlie fist bumped Owen and rubbed her back. Tequila was the well-known drink that put Liv in a very specific mood, one that Charlie loved to take advantage of. 

“Yeah, I’ll be bunking with Tori tonight, me thinks.” 

Livi rolled her eyes and stepped away from Charlie, letting his arms circle her waist instead, as she leaned against them and looked up at her man. He was gorgeous, and there was no doubt that she loved him unconditionally. They’d been together since she was 17, while she was in her senior year of high school. They’d met in LA by coincidence, at a coffee shop, where they’d had an instant attraction. Now, nearly 4 and a half years later, 3 and 10 months of which they’d been dating, they were inseperable. They shared a flat in Vancouver for 6 months while Charlie filmed, and Olivia completed the first half of her Junior year at UCLA remotely, much to Owen’s distaste. The cast had had to listen to very graphic depictions of what they got up to around the apartment, while Jeremy held his hands over Madison’s ears, and Charlie tried to hide behind the drum kit, with his beanie pulled right over his face. 

“He can say what he likes, I’m 21 in like a month.” 

Charlie snorted and pulled her in front of him, draping his arms around her neck from behind. 

“She still acts like she’s 16 though. And she holds drink like she’s 16 too.” 

Livi mocked offence, and held a hand over her chest. 

“I’ll have you know I held drink very well when I was 16. I could stomach like 11 shots before I got taken to hospital.” 

Charlie rolled his eyes and kissed the side of her head, before slotting her under his arm, and walking her over to where Tori had grabbed them all drinks. 

“Thanks T. You’re the best.” 

Livi took a glass from her, throwing it back quickly, before drawing her friend into a hug. 

“May I also just say, you look absolutely gorgeous?” 

Livi spun her friend around, admiring the black frock that twirled with her. Tori laughed and kissed Livi’s cheek, stroking the soft material of her dress with approving fingers. 

“As do you. Though I sense this has ulterior purposes?” 

Tori made eyes behind Livi, clearly indicating Charlie. 

“Nah, of course not.” 

A wink shared between the girls said all Tori needed to know. Yes, Livi hated weddings. But she wasn’t going to pass up the chance to wear a dress that left as little to the imagination as hers did. When Charlie got a little drunker, and a little bolder, she was sure he’d find the second outfit she had decided to wear that day, and was planning on using it as a method of early escape from the wedding party. 

“She looks beautiful, doesn’t she. Absolutely stunning. Can’t believe she’s mine.” 

Charlie gushed over his girlfriend as he spun her around, catching her as she laughed. 

“You’re such a flirt.” 

He met her eyes, smiling like an idiot, and looking at her with pure adoration. 

“You wanna see me flirt?” He teased her, pulling her flush against him by her hips. 

“I can flirt, Liv baby, you know I can.” 

He whispered in her ear, his teeth grazing the tip before he pulled away, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. Livi blinked up at him, caught unaware by his behaviour. It seemed she wasn’t the only one with plans for the night. Charlie wrapped his arms around her again, and reached for his champagne, passing it to her without question. He might not understand why she hated weddings- but he knew a drink would take the edge off, and he didn’t want his girl to be uncomfortable. Owen met his eyes over the table, and flicked them down to Olivia, before meeting his again. Charlie shook his head unnoticeably, and struck up a conversation with Tori about choreography for the dance that night, eager to get a sneak peak of the playlist. 

The meal was incredible, and after Charlie and Owen stood up to give a speech, many of the guests came up to Livi, commenting on the way his hand never left her shoulder as he spoke. All of these comments were met with awkward smiles, and nervous blushes, as some of Carolynn’s aunts made comments about ‘wondering who’s next in line’, with a suggestive wink at Charlie. 

Carolynn and Jeremy finally came over to them, having made their way around both families, taking seats at their table and sharing a few drinks with them. 

“The ceremony was absolutely gorgeous, Care, you outdid yourself.” 

Olivia pulled her friend into a hug, only pulling away when she claimed she wanted to see the dress properly. 

“Shush Livi, so much of it was because of you, if you hadn’t given me that book I would’ve been stumped.” 

Olivia smiled and bit her lip, silently hoping Charlie hadn’t heard her. But of course, he did, and pulled her onto his lap, resting his head against her shoulder. 

“Book?” He murmured softly, making sure nobody around them could hear. 

“We had a lot of time while you guys were filming. I spoke to her a bit, that’s all, flicked through some magazines and whatever.” 

Carolynn overheard this, and came to sit beside them, taking Olivia’s seat. 

“Oh my god that’s an understatement. The colour scheme? Mostly Livi’s idea. The bridesmaids dresses, the signs, the favours- mostly Livi. Honestly, that girl’s journal saved my ASS. If she wasn’t going into politics, I’d be pushing her to be a wedding planner.” 

Carolynn gave them a bright smile, looking between her friends happily. They were so in love, it made her feel even happier on her wedding day. Charlie looked up at Livi with quiet question in his eyes, not sure what to say. 

“That’s my Liv. Nothing she can’t do.” 

Livi kissed his forehead and stood up, waving to Carolynn quickly before disappearing to the bathroom. Tori noticed, and with a careful look at Carolynn, followed her.

She was leaning against the sink, her head in her hands, shoulders shaking slightly. At first, Tori thought she was crying, but when she looked up, it was clear she’d just been shaking her head. 

“Come on, Livi, what’s up?” 

Olivia groaned and turned to the mirror, touching up her lipstick slightly. 

“It’s all this wedding stuff, and that bloody journal! I mentioned it to Care once, and then gave it to her, specifically saying not to tell anyone it was mine. And she’s just gone and told Charlie of all people. How am I supposed to explain this one away? Oh yeah babe, you know how I hate weddings? I secretly planned my entire wedding until I was 15, and gave my dream wedding to one of your best friends.” 

Tori looked taken aback, and stopped fluffing her hair in the mirror, turning to face Olivia. 

“Your dream wedding?” 

Livi sighed, and rested her chin against her chest. 

“Yes, T. My dream wedding. Looks pretty much like this.” 

Tori was confused, fully under the impression that Livi had never wanted to get married. But she went with it, recognising her friend was distressed, so wrapped her arms around her, and brought her in for a hug. 

“Charlie won’t care. You should tell him the truth you know. He’d really appreciate that, rather than all of the bitchy side comments about hating weddings. He’s going to end up thinking you just don’t want to marry him.” 

Livi groaned again, but gave her hair one final scrunch, before following Tori out the door, looping their arms together as they made their way over to the table. 

“Charlie’s the only person I can ever see myself marrying, T. It’s just the whole principle.” 

Tori nodded, and shrugged with a sympathetic smile. 

“I know that girlie. But he doesn’t.” 

She nodded towards Charlie, who was slapping Jeremy on the back with Owen, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear. Olivia sighed as she watched her boyfriend laugh with his friends, knowing she would probably end up ruining his night. Weddings just had that effect on her. But before she could turn and disappear, someone shouted something, and Charlie looked up and around in excitement, catching her eye and running over. 

“Jer’s about to go down on Care! Come on.” 

He grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards the crowd, slowing down when they reached the back, and slipping a hand round her waist to keep her close. They found Tori and Owen, and a few of Jer’s groomsmen in a spot near the front, all buzzing with excitement. Carolynn was sat in a chair, her face ruby red, while Jer circled the chair, earning whoops and cheers from the crowd. 

Charlie was practically jumping up and down in excitement, his cheeks a light pink and his eyes slightly glassier than they had been earlier. Seemed he’d started on the shots without her then. She forgave him quickly as she remembered what Jeremy was about to do, realising for the first time that Jeremy was about to put his head in between his wife’s legs, in front of her entire family. 

The boy needed a shot of courage, and who better to do it with than his closest friends? 

Jeremy started to dance, and Olivia found herself laughing, half hidden behind her hands as the boys went mental. Tori was screaming beside her, grabbing at Owen occasionally as Jeremy made a show out of it, dropping to his knees dramatically, before taking his time with lifting her skirt, and disappearing beneath it. Olivia was impressed with Carolynn’s guts, knowing her twin brother was somewhere in the audience. A husky voice in her ear made her blush, and she bit her lip, forgetting her surroundings. 

“I’d love to do that to you.” 

Charlie’s voice sounded slightly desperate, and with a quick glance at the clock, Olivia knew she was going to have to get some water down him. 

“You’ll take any excuse to have your mouth on me, won’t you?” 

Charlie grinned, and kissed her neck softly, wrapping an arm around her front and pulling her tight against him. 

“I love you, Liv.” 

Olivia sighed and held his hand where it rested across her middle, tilting her head up to kiss her boyfriend quickly, before pushing him in the direction of Jeremy, and watching him with a soft smile as the boys all went crazy. She knew what would be coming up next, and didn’t want to be around for it, so she headed for the door, looking around her quickly before ducking out and making her way towards the fountain, where she sat down, and looked up at the stars.

“What you doing beautiful?” 

Charlie’s voice cut through the still Florida air like honey, and Olivia repressed a groan as he sat beside her. 

“Just too hot. Needed some air.” 

Charlie nodded and took her hand in his, stroking it gently with his thumb. 

“They’re about to throw the bouquet and stuff, you wanna try our luck?” 

Olivia pulled her hand away a little too quickly, and shook her head. Charlie watched as she got to her feet and started pacing, evidence she was in a very stressed out state. 

“Liv, what’s going on. You’ve been acting weird all day.” 

Olivia laughed quietly and met his eyes, stopping in her tracks. 

“I’m not acting weird, Charlie. It’s a wedding. They are weird.” 

Charlie shook his head and stood up. 

“No, you’re acting weird. Is it me? You keep pulling faces and running away, and the whole thing with the journal, and this morning, you took so long to get ready- what’s going on?” 

His voice was strained, and she could tell he was trying not to get upset. It broke her heart, and she looked up at him, with tears in her eyes. 

“Oh my god, are you breaking up with me? Is that what this is?” 

Olivia’s eyes widened, and she jumped towards him, taking his hands in hers. 

“Oh my god Char, no of course not, I love you. I love you more than anything, of course it’s not that.” 

His shoulders relaxed a little, but he still looked upset, and he was holding onto her hands so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. 

“Then what is it, Liv? What’s going on in that head of yours?” 

He reached one of their clasped hands up and stroked her temple gently, his eyes encouraging, and his voice pleading. Olivia took a deep breath and thought about what Tori said. She loved Charlie, and she didn’t want to keep things from him. 

“I don’t like weddings.” 

Charlie raised his eyebrows at her, and nodded his head slightly. 

“I know that, you’ve been saying it all week.” 

Olivia shook her head at him and looked at her feet. 

“No Charlie, I don’t like weddings. The party is fine, the ceremony is gorgeous, it’s the most romantic thing in the world. But the whole idea of marriage, terrifies me.” 

Charlie frowned, and dropped her hands, taking a small step back. 

“So you don’t want to marry me?” 

His voice cracked a little, and Olivia met his eyes in alarm. She stepped towards him, and placed a hand on either side of his face. 

“Charlie. I want nothing more in the world to marry you. To be your wife, to love you forever. Of course I want to marry you. But you don’t understand. I’ve seen what marriage does, I’ve seen what husbands do and what wives do, I’ve seen the aftermath and the ugliness of it. I’ve seen divorce. I can’t live through that, not with you.” 

Charlie remained silent, watching her carefully. Olivia sighed and dropped her hands, moving her right to fiddle with her ring finger on her left hand. 

“Your parents were always married, Charlie. You never had to see them fight, never had to sit through a divorce. You didn’t have to do the split households, the divided families. Listening to your parents talk about the person they once loved with such hatred, it fucks you up. I always wanted to get married, ever since I was a little girl. I had my wedding planned until I was 15. And then I met you. And everything changed.” 

Livi realised what she’d said, and how it sounded, and grimaced slightly. 

“Not like that. I met you, and I started to believe in love again. Real love, eternal love. I’m so afraid that marriage breaks that for us. We’ve had almost 4 years of perfection, I’m not ready for it to end.” 

Her tears started to spill over at this, and Charlie reached out for her, pulling her into his arms. 

“Liv, you gotta tell me this stuff. I’ve been going out of my mind the past few weeks, thinking you were going to break up with me. We talked about this, remember? Communication?” 

Olivia nodded weakly, still crying quietly into his chest. 

“We haven’t had 4 years of perfection. We’ve fought a lot, we’ve walked out on each other. We’ve thrown stuff, we’ve said stuff we regret. It’s part of being in a relationship, baby. But every single time, we got back up, and we found our way back to each other, because that’s what love is. I know your parents gave you a shitty example, but god, you deserve to know real love, and you deserve to know what it feels like to walk down that aisle while I cry like a baby. You deserve to wear the most gorgeous dress in the world, and you deserve to know what it feels like when I kiss you in front of our entire family as my wife for the first time. You deserve to know what it feels like to be loved unconditionally, not only as my girlfriend, but as my wife, the person who shares my last name. You’re it for me, Liv. I want to marry you.” 

Olivia let out a sob, and pulled away from his chest, pulling him down to meet her lips. Charlie kissed her back with relief, feeling her warm tears soak into his skin. He held her until her shoulders stopped shaking, and took a step back, resting his hands on her shoulders. 

“I’m ridiculously in love with you, Olivia Wilder. And I’ll be damned if I let any other man be your husband.” 

Livi grinned through her teary eyes and stepped back into his arms, looking up at the stars. A shooting star flew overhead, and she gasped, pointing it out to Charlie. He laughed, and kissed her hand, before twirling her around on the spot, and wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“Now, can we go back inside? I want to catch this fucking bouquet so I can marry you already.” 

Olivia giggled and started to walk back towards the wedding with him, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

“Yes, but you have to ask me first. Properly, not some half assed random question out of the blue. Speak to Carolynn, it was in my journal.” 

Charlie groaned, but rested his head on hers with a smile, and guided her back into the party, his hand never once leaving her waist.

“1, 2, 3!” 

Carolynn launched the bouquet over her head, and Olivia watched with a smile as Charlie lunged for it, almost faceplanting as he collided with Carolynn’s brother. Her hands flew to her mouth when she thought he’d gotten it, but she relaxed when someone else stood up, and ran towards their girlfriend, who’s eyes were wide with terror. 

“Right ladies, you’re next!″ Jeremy appeared in between Tori and Olivia, Carolynn’s garter swinging from his finger. 

“Livi, go up the front won’t you? You’re driving my boy insane with the wait.” 

Tori grabbed Olivia’s hand, expecting her to freak out, and looked at her like she was crazy when a relaxed laugh came out instead. 

“Oh you know it Jer. Got to prove to the world that boy is mine.” 

She winked at Tori’s surprised face, and pulled her friend into the middle, watching Jer get ready to throw it over his shoulder, as she was jostled around by various excited bridesmaids. 

“1, 2, 3!” 

Once again, it came flying through the air, straight towards Olivia. She nearly caught it, but it slipped through her fingers, and one of the other girls got it. Not too bothered, she skipped over to Charlie, threading her fingers through his hair and ruffling it playfully. 

“I missed.” Charlie shrugged and linked his hands behind her back, leaning over her for a kiss. 

“That’s okay. I’ve got forever with you to make you my wife. I must say though, Olivia Gillespie has a nice ring to it.” 

Livi looked at him with raised eyebrows, and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Olivia sounds weird in your voice. I’ve always been Liv to you.” 

Charlie laughed slightly, and peered over his shoulder to where the dance floor had been cleared. 

“Liv Gillespie’s even better. Dance with me?” 

He let go of her and held a hand out, twirling her around when she took it. 

“Always.” 

She smiled up at him, and walked towards the dance floor, hanging back on the side as Jeremy and Carolynn shared their first dance as Mr and Mrs Shada. 

“They look so happy.” 

Charlie pressed a kiss to the side of her forehead, and drew her in closer to his side. 

“We’ll be even happier on our day. Because I have had to work for it.” 

Olivia rolled her eyes and punched him playfully, but snuggled into him all the same. Other couples started to take to the floor, and Charlie lead her out carefully, before wrapping his arms around her waist, and looking down with a grin as she wrapped hers around his neck. 

“As long as you don’t start doing the bloody perfect harmony choreo, I’ll dance with you. So watch yourself.” 

Olivia grinned at his comment, thinking back to Vancouver, when she’d forced him to do the entire perfect harmony routine with her in the apartment, claiming it was the most romantic thing she’d ever seen. Kenny had been more than happy to have her on set a few times, and had even said to Madison out of Olivia’s earshot that they were the perfect couple to watch if she needed an example of chemistry. Owen had in fact overheard this, and planned to use it when he was asked to give the best man speech he knew he’d be giving at Charlie and Olivia’s wedding. 

Charlie spun Olivia round before bringing her back into his chest, closer than before. They’d done four dances in a row now, and were feeling more loved up than ever, reluctant to be apart for even a second. Yet another song came on, and Livi rested her head on Charlie’s chest. 

“I can’t wait to marry you, you know.” 

He hardly heard it, but just about caught it, and rested his head on top of hers. 

“I can’t wait to make you Mrs Gillespie. Although, that is my mum. And I don’t know how I feel about that.” 

Livi laughed and pulled away from her boyfriend, looking at him with adoring eyes. 

“God, I am so in love with you.” 

He grinned, and stroked her cheek, pressing a kiss to her lips as he held her face carefully in one hand. 

“And I am so in love with you.” 

Livi leaned into his touch, and closed her eyes, basking in the moment of bliss, before speaking bluntly, her eyes still shut. 

“You’re a simp.” 

Charlie looked at her in surprise, his feet halting in their movements. Livi opened her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him, before stretching her arms out, and looking around them. 

“I fancy some tequila. Coming?” 

Charlie watched as she walked away, stuck between getting his girlfriend slightly drunk, and very horny, or pouting and ignoring her for calling him a simp. Considering he wasn’t entirely sure what that was? He went for the shots, and followed her to the open bar, where she already had a row of tequila shots waiting, somehow having managed to avoid being ID’d. 

“On three?” 

Charlie nodded and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the onslaught of alcohol, which would see him through a night of very intense dancing with Jer, attempts to recreate choreography with the boys of Sunset Curve, and of course, spending some much wanted alone time with his girlfriend, who would show him, even in her giggly drunk state, just how much she loved him, in many ways. 

Ways that had Owen and Tori grumbling about being kept up all night over breakfast the next morning, while Olivia sported a large hoodie of Charlie’s, pulled right up around her neck, and Charlie winced every time his back came into contact with anything. But they were clearly more in love than ever, so all of the complaints had been lighthearted. There was a lighter feeling in the air that morning, and everyone sitting near them could sense that it wouldn’t be long until the morning after breakfast would be for a couple very friendly to the current newlyweds.

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Pull Through Part 1

Warnings for this book: Mentions of depression, alcohol and drugs, abuse and self-harming behaviours. Please do not read if any of these things will affect you, I have plenty of other stories on my page that are free from potential triggers❤️

Summary: Alex’s little sister Becca, is Sunset Curve’s number 1 fan. After her 16th birthday, her relationship with the lead guitarist becomes questionable, and she’s left trying to decide between following her heart, and respecting her brother’s wishes. Starts in November 1994.

Friday afternoons were always dull. Everyone's eyes were glued to the clock on the wall, heads slumped in hands, with the back row asleep save for one person. The only person paying any attention to the lesson was Gina in the front row, her comically large glasses falling down her nose as she scribbled notes from the board furiously. Becca tapped her foot absentmindedly, drumming her fingers on the desk as she stared out of the window. Her thoughts were on the essay she'd been issued last period, that she had no idea where to even start with. Was it on Shakespeare? Or the flaws in capitalism? Oh wait- that was what Mr Malcolm had told her would get her suspended again. She was jerked out of her thoughts by the scraping of chairs on the floor, and rustling papers as the class packed up and made their way out of the door. She sighed and pushed back in her seat, slinging her bag over her shoulder and trying her hardest to slink out of the room. 'Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me.' She crossed her fingers and prayed silently, ducking behind a group of girls, but her attempt to leave unnoticed failed miserably. "Rebecca, hold on a moment please." Becca cringed at her full name and turned to face her math teacher, false grin planted, eyes wide and innocent. "I wanted to talk to you about your math homework- or more accurately, the absence of it?" With an internal groan and a brief eye roll, Becca tried to formulate an excuse in her head, but failed. "Can I give it to you on monday morning?" Mrs Jacob, the math teacher, sighed, but nodded, a grim expression on her face as she turned back to her desk, waving Becca away. Breathing out in relief, she legged it out of the classroom. The corridor was basically empty now, with only a handful of stragglers hanging around, either for detention, or waiting for extra credit opportunities.

"Hey stranger, you coming?" Reggie appeared in front of her, guitar case slung over his shoulder, and hands in his jean pockets. Becca grinned at him, and searched her pocket for her locker key. "Two secs, got to grab my stuff." Reggie followed her to her locker and laughed as she opened it, revealing at least half a foot of paper sitting in a heap at the bottom. Becca shrugged and reached in, pulling out her skateboard. "Homework?" She scowled at him, shoving some paper into her backpack carelessly, and zipping it shut. "Alex told me to ask." Becca groaned and reached in to the warzone once more, pulling out her math textbook, before slamming her locker shut and stalking down the hall, Reggie following closely behind. "Who's driving today?" She turned to face him as they walked down the front steps of the school, face falling at his expression. "No, I'll get the bus." Reggie grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away, dragging her back to his side and shrugging. " He's not that bad. He needs practice, his test is next week." Becca groaned loudly, but continued down the sidewalk to where her brother's beaten up 1993 mustang sat, one headlight cracked, and scratches covering the doors. Alex had been given the car for his 16th birthday, and Becca suspected she would get something similar for hers. Although god knows she'd take better care of it than Alex did- his could easily pass as being 10 years old, not 2. "Hey trouble." His voice came from the driver's seat, and Becca bent down to lean on the window frame, her face blank. "Crash and I'll kill you." Luke grinned up at her, that ridiculous smirk that hadn't changed since elementary school, and she reached through to pull his beanie off his head. His smirk turned into a scowl, and Becca laughed at him, walking around to the rear of the car. The trunk was already sitting open, the boys guitars and school bags dumped among the empty water bottles and crisp packets. Becca dropped her own belongings in and slammed the trunk shut, taking her seat in the back beside Reggie. Alex turned to face her, pushing his fringe off his face. "How was math?" Becca shrugged and pulled one knee up to her chest, looking out of the window. "Bex. Math?" She rolled her eyes at him and groaned, throwing her head back against the seat. "It was fine. I've got homework." Alex nodded and reached into the footwell, tossing a can of juice at her. "I'll help you with it tomorrow?" Becca smiled and cracked open her can, taking a gulp and kicking the back of Luke's seat. He turned and glared at her, grabbing her shoe and tugging her forward, causing juice to splash up onto her face. They launched into a game of tug of war with Becca's leg, until Reggie leaned forward, and interrupted, pulling Luke's hand off Becca. "Is Bobby coming over tonight?" Luke shrugged and and turned back to the wheel, the car shuddering to life a moment later. Becca put on her seat belt and crossed her arms. "Hold on boys. This could get messy." She caught Luke's eye in the mirror and winked at him as he gave her the finger, before resting her head back on the seat, and tapping her fingers to the rhythm in her head, on the windowpane. He noticed, and smirked to himself, reaching over to turn up the volume on the radio.

When they pulled up to Luke's house, Becca noticed his knuckles turn white, as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Opening the door and pulling his seat forward to let Becca out, he walked toward the rear end of the car and opened the trunk, frowning slightly. "Hey Alex? Could you uh, take my guitar to Reggie's tonight?" Alex sighed and nodded, taking Luke's place in the driver seat. Becca walked past Luke, who slammed the trunk shut a little too hard, making her jump. "Sorry Bex. See you tonight?" Becca smiled, waving over her shoulder at him. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, nodding his head before turning on his heel, and heading into the house. Alex started driving back to their house, tapping his fingers to the beat of the song on the radio. Becca started humming along, and he cranked it up a bit, whistling the tune through his teeth as they drove through their neighbourhood. Alex and Becca's dad was a lawyer, and their mom was a doctor, so they lived in a very nice area. They constantly made jokes about how their incredibly academic parents, a lawyer and a doctor, produced two delinquents. The gay drummer of a rock band, and a skater daughter, who flunked all but two of her classes. It was clear they were still hoping for clones of themselves, through their ridiculous insistance that they be called Rebecca and Alexander, names that both siblings despised greatly. This, and the constant pressure about college. They'd given up on Alex, because he'd already been contacted by a number of schools, wanting him for their music program, and he'd made it very clear that was what he was going to do. However, Graham, their dad, was currently on Becca's back because she was failing math, reminding her daily that she'd never make it to medical school with her current grades. "Ready?" Alex turned the engine off and got out of the car, walking around to the trunk. Becca followed him, picking up her school bag, and reaching out for her skateboard. She'd just grabbed the edge when the front door opened, and Graham appeared. Alex smacked her hand, making her drop it, and pushed the trunk shut quickly, stepping away from the car. He placed a hand on Becca's shoulder and gave her a push, sending her inside. "Rebecca, good day?" Becca nodded, and ran past her dad, head down. Alex watched her go and resisted the urge to punch the eldest member of the Mercer family, before locking the car and following her in. He heard her bedroom door slam shut upstairs, and sighed internally. "Hey sweetheart, how was school?" Alex walked into the kitchen and dropped his keys on the work top, running a hand through his hair. "It was good, mom. It still okay if I take Bex over to Reggie's tonight?" Julia smiled softly and walked over to Alex, reaching up to stroke the hair off his face. He towered over her tiny frame, 6 foot of blonde hair, sarcastic comments, and brightly coloured t-shirts. "Rebecca should study. You can go, but she's behind in school." Alex rolled his eyes subtly and nodded. "She won't study if I leave her. If I take her with me she can sit with Reggie's mom?" Julia considered this, and glanced around with a worried expression. "I have a shift tonight, and your father's gone out for a bit. Leave now, and as long as your both back by 10, you can take her. Make sure she works." Alex smirked, and grabbed his keys, before kissing her swiftly on the cheek and running up the stairs.

Becca's room was a soft grey, with one orange wall that had a large desk leaning against it, littered with sheets of paper. A black acoustic guitar, with a light coating of dust, sat in the corner, a red electric on a stand beside it. Another empty stand sat nearby. A Sunset Curve flyer hung above her bed frame, pride of place. Her built in closet hung open, clothes spilling out over the floor, and more hanging on the chair of her desk. Paper was scattered across her bed, Becca sitting up in the middle of it all, chewing her pencil. Her light brown hair sat in a bun at the nape of her neck, tendrils falling around her face. A knock on the door made her look up, and a pair of bright blue eyes met her own, as Alex stepped through the doorframe. "Leaving for Reggie's in 5, you ready?" Becca grinned,  jumping up and grabbing one of Alex's old hoodies from her closet. Slipping her feet into her converse, she looked up at her big brother, an innocent smile on her face. "Can you drop me off at the skate park?" Alex snorted and pointed to her school bag. "Not a chance. Grab that, I told mom you'd study." Becca rolled her eyes, but swung her backpack over her shoulder, throwing some of the paper from her bed into it. "Oh shit." Alex turned back to her with his eyebrows raised. Becca was pulling her glasses off her face, tucking the large black frames into her pocket. "Sorry. Now we can go." They headed out the door and down the stairs, Becca jumping on Alex's back when they reached the bottom. "Why don't you wear your glasses out? No-one minds them." Becca shrugged and rested her head on Alex's shoulder, only jumping down when they reached the car. "I dunno. They make me look dorky. Bobby's going tonight isn't he?" Alex nodded and turned the keys, the car giving a few shudders until it jumped to life with a roar. Becca groaned and threw her head against the head rest. "But he always flirts with me! It's so gross." With a surprised laugh and slight smirk, Alex started the well-known route to Reggie's. "He's been warned, but he tries to sleep with anything that moves." Becca raised her eyebrows silently, but snorted, and Alex realised what he said, his face flushing red with embarrassment and fear. "Uhhhh I mean, flirt. Yup. Totally didn't just make a sex joke to my baby sister." Becca laughed and punched his arm gently, kicking her feet up on the dash. "I'm not a baby- I'm sixteen in 4 days. And I'm only like a year younger than you." Alex rolled his eyes. "Maybe you need more help with math than we thought."   Becca looked at him questioningly, as he turned left, away from Reggie's. "Got to check Luke's not still at home. His folks won't have taken him." Nodding, Becca started chewing her lip and looked out the window. Luke was the youngest of the band, only turning 17 a few months ago, and was the only one who couldn't drive yet. The sun was setting, the November chill drifting through the cracks in the car. When they reached Luke's house, the front porch light was on, and they could see into the living room. The Pattersons were all there, Luke's arms outstretched. They couldn't quite see his face, but by the looks of things, they were arguing again. Alex honked once, and Luke glanced out the window. He seemed to shout one last thing, before running out of the room appearing at the front door moments later, that ridiculous grey jacket thrown over his arm. As he stalked towards the car, Becca noticed his tearstreaked face, and felt something wrench in her chest. She clambered into the back seat without argument, pulling her bag with her. "Hey man, you alright?" Luke sniffed and rolled his eyes, nodding at Becca in the rearview. "Hey Bex." She didn't say anything, smiling weakly and watching his reflection in the wing mirror. He rubbed his eyes fiercely with his fists, and started to bite the little nails he did have, his eyes wraught with pain and anger. Becca wanted to say something, but didn't know what would make him feel better. "Hey guys, can we get ice cream?" She leaned through the gap and rested her elbows on the seats. Luke turned to look at her, his green eyes rimmed with red. They made brief eye contact, and she gave him a soft smile, tilting her head slightly towards him. "We have to get to Reggie's though..." Becca looked at Alex with puppy dog eyes, and Luke leant forward to join her, sticking out his bottom lip. "You two will be the death of me. Fine, but we're getting for everyone." Becca and Luke's fists connected, and Becca felt a shiver go down her spine as a deep chuckle erupted from Luke's throat. She sat back, and watched out of the window as Alex drove further and further away from Reggie's.

"We brought ice-cream!" Alex came barging through the door of Reggie's garage, where Bobby was in the corner tuning his guitar, and Reggie was sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table. "Hey man, running late?" Luke came through after Alex, dumping his guitar case on top of the piano and starting to unpack it. Reggie sat up and leant towards the ice cream bag, picking a tub out. "I thought Bex was coming?" Alex turned round and looked about him in confusion, rolling his eyes with a smile when she came through the doors dramatically. "She is and she did. Reg is your mom in? Or should I chill in the loft?" Becca came strolling towards the boys, empty handed, school bag abandoned in the car. "Mom's in, you can choose." Bobby put down his guitar, ran his hands through his hair, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Hey gorgeous." Alex stepped in front of him, pushing him back gently. "Hey. She's still underage, still my sister, and still totally off limits." Becca laughed and walked over to the piano, leaving Bobby to groan at Alex's insistance that Becca would never date. "Hey, can I take this?" Luke looked down to her, and the pile of paper in her hand. "Uh sure, what's it for?" Becca shrugged and disappeared up the ladder, leaving Luke watching her with a raised eyebrow. But he didn't have long to ponder what she was doing, as Reggie started tuning his bass, and Bobby sat back on the couch, still pouting after Alex's telling off. Becca took her seat in the loft, settling into a beanbag with her stash of paper. The loft was small, but she hung out here most nights of the week, so she'd made it comfy. One wall had a few shelves on it, with her favourite books and a few blankets stacked on them. A large stack of Sunset Curve CD cases were piled up in the corner, t-shirt designs crammed in a box next to them. And in another corner, tucked behind her beanbag, was her guitar. Becca unclipped the case and slipped the strap over her head, strumming quietly. The boys made enough noise that they wouldn't be able to hear her in the loft, but she was careful anyways. It was a secret, that she played. Alex knew the black Martin was a gift from someone, so just presumed his little sister was too polite to give it back, or sell it. The electric was Luke's, left there years ago, and never retrieved. She adored the beaten up Fender Reggie's mom had given her when she was 12, and didn't have any plans to exchange it. It was covered in stickers, and she'd re-strung it so many times the tuning pegs were worn. There was an entire corner dedicated to vans stickers, collected from the 4 billion pairs Luke seemed to own. Becca and her guitar had been through everything together. She'd fought with her dad just after Alex's birthday last year, and after ignoring her for a week, she'd found a gorgeous black Martin resting on her bed. It remained untouched, as she felt like it would be an insult to Reggie if she accepted it. Besides, her old one was perfectly broken in, and felt familiar and heavy in her hand. She noticed the floor of the loft was vibrating beneath her, Luke's chords biting through the air forcefully. He was clearly upset. Becca sighed, slipped her glasses on, and picked up the sheets of paper in front of her, scribbling furiously.

And you use your pain 'Cause it makes you you Though I wish I could hold you through it

She picked through a couple of chords gently, frowning when she couldn't quite work it out. It must've been hours, because the boys had stopped playing. Tucking her guitar back into it's hiding place, Becca reached for a notebook sitting on the shelf, and pulled it into her lap, rewriting the words next to some verses she'd come up with in the past.  "Hey Bex, Alex wants to go, you ready?" Becca jumped at the sound of Luke's voice, scrambling to hide the sheets of paper sitting in her lap. She must have lost track of time, or reality, because the garage was silent, and Luke's watch said it was 9.30. "Uh, yeh, two seconds." She stuffed it into her hoodie pocket, and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Nice glasses." Becca's eyes widened, and she pulled the offending articles off her face, stuffing them in her pocket alongside her music . Luke came all the way up the ladder, and crouched opposite her, looking over the various sheets of paper. An orange notebook lay open on the floor, and he picked it up, scanning the page. "Damn, Bex, you write?" Becca jumped up and grabbed the book, dropping it onto the beanbag and sitting back down. "No. I just get bored listening to your guys stuff, it's poems and stuff for school." Luke appeared to be holding back a laugh, and was looking at her in utter disbelief. He knew she was lying through her teeth, but decided not to say anything, choosing to sit cross legged and continue flicking through the assortment of pages laying on the floor. Becca watched anxiously, and started putting stuff away, making sure her notebook was tucked away safely on the shelf where he couldn't see. "Some of these poems are really good. You should try putting them to music." Becca snorted and snatched the sheets out of his hand. "Fat chance, I don't sing, and I don't play." Luke appeared skeptical, but he stayed silent, frowning slightly as he started to pile up the loose paper. "Anyway, as I was saying, your brother wants to go. And I'm staying with you guys tonight." Becca nodded, and climbed to her feet, brushing down her jeans. Luke started climbing down the ladder, smirking up at her. She rolled her eyes, and followed him down, hugging Reggie before walking out to the car behind all the guys. Bobby took the front, leaving Luke and Becca in the backseat together. It wasn't late, but she felt her eyelids drooping as the car purred along the darkened streets, and with the boys all totally silent, it didn't take long for her to drop off to sleep. Luke glanced down at her head on his shoulder and smiled softly. His jacket was sitting in his lap, and he gently swung it over her, before turning his head to face out the window, watching the houses in Bobby's neighbourhood flit by. When they reached his house, he turned to say goodnight to Luke and Becca, frowning when he found them both asleep, Luke's head now resting on top of Becca's. Alex turned round, and rolled his eyes, giving Bobby a light shove to get him out of the car. "Sorry dude, I gotta have her home by 10." Bobby sighed, but fist bumped Alex and got out. "Thanks for the lift bro, catch you later." Alex waved at him and drove off, heading over three neighbourhoods to his place. The driveway was dark, and he let out a disappointed sigh as he realised his dad was still out. Oh well, at least they could go in undisturbed. Luke apparently was awake, sitting up gently so as to not disturb Becca. "Wake her if you want, she'll fall straight back asleep when she gets upstairs. "Nah I feel bad. Want me to carry her up?" Alex raised his eyebrows but shrugged, pulling his chair forward to let them out. Luke slipped one arm under Becca's knees, and pulled her head into his chest gently, letting it fall onto him as he climbed out of the car. His jacket still draped over her, he carried her through the door, slipping his shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. "Where's her room again?" Alex locked the front door and came up the stairs behind them, his fluorescent pink socks padding quietly on the cream carpet. "Opposite mine, up the stairs." Luke nodded and turned left on the landing, knocking her door open with his knee. "Liar." He scoffed when he saw the silhouettes of the guitars in the corner, and set her down on the bed gently, pulling a blanket over her. Curiousity got the better of him, and with a glance at her sleeping form, he couldn't help but move to the desk in the corner, picking up a couple of the loose sheets sitting there. Pages and pages of writing stared back at him, clearly the work of an extremely talented writer. He peered over his shoulder at her, smiling when he caught sight of the moon lighting up her face. "Hey man, you coming?" Alex appeared at the door, jeans swapped for a pair of sweats and a sunset curve t-shirt. Luke nodded, and grabbed his jacket off the end of Becca's bed before pulling her bedroom door closed gently, and walking past Alex to his room. Alex came into his little sister's bedroom, and pulled off her shoes gently, closing her curtains so she wouldn't be woken up too early. If dad was out, chances are he wouldn't be back til tomorrow evening. She deserved some extra rest. Becca listened as the door clicked shut, and smiled to herself. The weak scent of Luke's cheap ass cologne, and something that was unarguably boy, remained on her shirt, and she breathed it in, closing her eyes, and drifting back off to sleep.

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Sorry For The Wait {Charlie Gillespie x OC}

Summary: Alex is a lowkey youtuber, known for funny vlogs of her just existing. She’s avoided the relationship question for the longest time, but has decided it’s time to come clean to her followers. 

Warning: Fluff, swearing, mention of alcohol, and sexual innuendo cause I’m incapable of writing anything without it.

Alex was wandering round the kitchen, in his old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts that really didn’t cover much. She hummed an undistinguishable melody under her breath as she went about making her morning coffee, dancing to the song in her head. Charlie grinned from his position in the doorframe, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched his girlfriend be her usual dorky self. She spun round suddenly, feeling eyes on her. “Oh, morning Char, when did you get back?” Charlie laughed under his breath and uncrossed his arms, stepping towards her and pulling her into his chest. “It’s not exactly morning, is it.” He nodded towards the clock on the oven that read 13.47, sighing when she shrugged and pressed a kiss to his cheek before stepping away to pick up her coffee cup. “It’s my morning.” Charlie rolled his eyes but nodded, helping himself to a banana from the fruit bowl, and leaning against the counter. Alex jumped onto the counter opposite, and swung her legs, sipping happily. Sitting there looking absolutely content, in his clothes and drinking her coffee, Charlie felt his heart swell. “I wanna go public.” He blurted it out, rather unexpectedly, for both parties. His eyes widened as he realised what he’d said, and looked down to his boots, still caked with mud from that morning’s not so sunny hike. “Didn’t we agree you’d stop wearing boots in the house? You hate vaccuming.” She jumped off the counter and made her way towards him, wrapping her arms around him and setting her coffee down on the countertop, resting her chin on his chest. He looked down at her with a soft smile, her blue eyes bearing into his hazel ones. “If you’re up for it, I’m down.” She smiled up at him, her voice soft and slightly excited. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and let his hand wrap around her waist, fingers drawing light patterns on her spine. “Yes please. I want everyone to know you’re mine.” Alex grinned and kissed along his jaw, until pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Okay. When?” She broke away from him and unwrapped some toaster waffles, pushing down the button on the toaster before making her way back into his arms. “Today. Fuck it, let’s do it now.” She raised her eyebrows at him, and fiddled with his chain nervously. “Have you checked with Kenny? Didn’t he say-” Charlie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Uh, Kenny gave me the all clear like 2 months ago. I just wasn’t sure if you were okay with it.” Alex rolled her eyes, and patted his head jokingly, stretching like a cat and moaning happily when her back cracked loudly. “Of course I am. Dude do you know how many videos I’ve got planned for when people know about us?” Charlie laughed and stood up properly, kicking his shoes off and frowning slightly at the mud that scattered the floor as he did. “Great, let’s get them all filmed. Go get changed though, I’m not taking you on live in them.” He indicated her shorts, reaching a hand round to grab her ass. “Hey, they’re not that bad.” Charlie raised his eyebrows at her, and pointed to the doorway. “Fine. But I’m not wearing a bra and you can’t make me.” He rolled his eyes and smirked, pulling his phone out and walking through to the living room, stopping outside their bedroom door and watching as she pulled her shorts down. He bit his lip and caught her eye, shooting her a wink, before settling onto the sofa, setting his phone up on the tripod. 

“Hellooo, people. Okay, so I’ll just let some people file in. Sheesh, how many of you are there? That’s like 4000 already and it’s been like 10 seconds. Okay just a few more... Great. Hi everyone, uh, this is just a quick one to answer a question a lot of people have been asking me since the show came out. Before I do, I just want to say you guys know how much I love you, and how grateful I am for all the support, but I really need you guys to respect me with this. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I’ve only held off because I was waiting for someone to agree.” 

From behind the camera, Alex emerged from their bedroom, her hair freed from it’s bun and falling around her shoulders as she fidgeted. She was nervous, having only been in front of an online audience of a couple thousand before, and she’d never been exposed to Charlie’s followers. They read the comments on his posts together sometimes, and she often stalked fan pages when she was bored and he was out hiking. The girls were crazy about him. Understandably of course, the man was gorgeous, and talented, and funny, and a million other things that had indeed made her fall in love with him in the first place. Kenny had asked that cast members (besides Jeremy, who already had a very public fiancée) to keep any relationships on the downlow, in order to keep the guys sex appeal up to fans. Alex had agreed, knowing it would help the show sell, and had deleted the few posts of Charlie on her instagram profile. None of them really made it look like they were in a relationship, and they were mostly group shots anyway, taken on day trips to Newfoundland, or on the beach with other friends. So her own followers, besides her close friends and family, had no idea she was even in a relationship. Still, it wasn’t fair to tease his fans, so she’d removed the posts all the same. Thinking of her instagram, she pulled her own phone out and took a picture of herself in the living room mirror with her tongue out, captioning it ‘head over to @charles_gillespie for an exciting announcement!’ before leaving her phone on the sidetable and grabbing her coffee from the kitchen.

“Okay, so we’ve waited like 3 years or something to do this. Guys, this is Alex. My girlfriend.” Alex walked into the frame and took a seat next to Charlie, avoiding eye contact with the camera. She wasn’t camera shy- she was a youtuber, it was second nature to her. But a bunch of batshit crazy fangirls? Terrifying. Charlie slipped an arm around her shoulders and made a show of bringing their heads together, plastering a silly grin on his face. His smile was infectious, and Alex mirrored it, sipping her coffee carefully before setting it down next to wear Charlie’s foot sat on the coffee table. “Knock that over and I’m kicking you out.” He laughed and kissed her hair, leaning forward to read the comments. 

“OMG, it’s @alexmvlogsz!”

“I knew it, there are old photos of the two of them everywhere.”

“It won’t be serious, they’ve probs only just got together.”

“She’s defo with him for the fame.”

“He’s too hot for her.”

“I’m so here for this!” 

Alex noticed Charlie’s frown and leant forward, reading them over his shoulder. “Ha, you guys are funny. Yes, hi it’s me, Alex. Yes, there are a lot of photos of us going around. Yuh okay you’re wrong, been together for like 4 years now I think? Also, we started dating while I had more followers than Charlie. So, uh go follow me because I’m cooler than him. Oh you are so right, he’s way too hot for me. And we are also here for this!” Charlie looked at her with an adoring smile, kissing her head again and pulling her into his side. “She’s hotter than me, actually. Anyways, this is Alex, love of my life. Just thought I’d share that with you guys.” Alex waved and laughed as a storm of comments came through, a combination of support and hate. “Okay, I’m gonna end it there. Bye y’all.” Charlie clicked the end button and collapsed back onto the sofa, frowning slightly. “People are so mean. Why can’t they just accept that I love you?” Alex shrugged and kissed him, moving to straddle his lap. “They will in time. But half of them are in love with you, they don’t want to accept it. It’s fine though, I’m used to it, don’t worry.” Charlie grumbled under his breath, leaning forward to rest his head against her chest. “Hey, while their all still on their phones, do me a favour and put a question box on your story for a Q&A video?” Charlie nodded and grabbed his phone from behind her, keeping one hand on her back so she didn’t fall. Alex yelped as he stood up, automatically wrapping her legs round his waist, and her arms round his neck. “What the fuck Charlie?” He laughed and wandered over to the same mirror Alex had taken her selfie in a few minutes earlier, holding up his phone and taking a photo of them. “For the story. I can post photos of you now, thank god.” Alex held on, resting her head on his shoulder as he typed behind her back, before tossing his phone onto the sofa and grinning at her. She raised her head and looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Are you going to put me down now?” Charlie shook his head and walked towards the bathroom, arms wrapped around her. “I need a shower, and you’re joining me. “ Alex laughed but let him carry her, kissing along his jawline with a happy smile. 

*****

Hair soaking wet and faces flushed, they collapsed into bed side by side, Alex resting her head on Charlie’s chest. “I have an idea.” Charlie looked down at her, and ran his fingers through the damp strands of hair. “We should call Owen over. We’ll do a Q and A, but he has to read out the questions, and if we try to answer wrong or something, he can reveal the truth. Plus he can throw in his opinions, and it’ll be funny.” Charlie laughed softly, and nodded, reaching over to his nightstand to grab his phone. He clicked on Owen’s contact, and facetimed him, pulling the duvet up to cover Alex just in time. “I didn’t mean ask him right now. But okay.” Owen picked up, and grinned into the camera as he saw Charlie. “Hey, I’m just heading out to do some stuff but I can speak to you in the car. What’s up?” Charlie didn’t speak, simply angling the camera so that Owen could see them both, Alex’s red cheeks standing out against the white of the duvet cover pulled up to her shoulders. His face fell when he took in her appearance, groaning and pulling his hat over his face. “Look, Charlie, I love you, and I tolerate you Alex, but I saw enough of this in Vancouver. Seriously man, she has no clothes on.” Charlie nodded, and smirked. “Yuh, and she’s staying like that for the rest of the day. Anway, she wants to talk to you.” He handed the phone to Alex and sat up, reaching over to grab Alex’s phone from the charger. Owen rolled his eyes and sat Alex on his car stand, turning the keys in the ignition, and starting to drive. Alex made sure the sheet was tucked tightly under her arms, before moving out of Charlie’s grip, and leaning against the headboard. “Okay, so I was thinking.” Owen grunted in response and raised his eyebrows, avoiding looking at her. “Never a good thing. Just saying, if you flash me it’s not my fault, and manchild over there can’t get mad.” Charlie stuck his middle finger up at Owen, not looking up from Alex’s phone, which he was spamming with selfies. “Yeah, whatever. Anyway. I was thinking, Charlie just told all his followers we’re together- just incase you didn’t notice- and I want to do a Q & A on my channel. I think it’ll be even funnier if you ‘host’ it, and you can throw in random stories and opinions and whatever? You know us better than anyone,” Owen laughed bitterly and leaned forward, looking out his window. “Yeah, unfortunately. God, I was so happy when you went home. Okay, so when do you want to film this?” Alex looked over at Charlie and smiled seeing him scrolling through her instagram feed. “I don’t mind, when you next free?” Owen shrugged, and the familiar ticking of an indicator came through the phone. “As long as you two are fully clothed, I’ll come over on Wednesday? I have to come to LA to meet some people anyway, we can grab dinner after?” Alex nodded and watched as Charlie set her phone down, and slid down the bed, resting his head on her stomach. She ran her free hand through his hair, smiling as his eyes closed at the sensation. “Yeah that works. I’ll see if Sav wants to come too. Okay, I’ll see you then.” Owen nodded and waved at her, smiling as she flipped the camera to show Charlie. “He’s such a baby. Okay, you two go do whatever you two do. I’ll catch you later.” Charlie flipped him off once more, not lifting his head from where it rested, and Alex hung up. “You want a nap?” Charlie groaned slightly, indicating yes. “Cool, me too. Let me get the blinds.” Charlie sat up with an incredulous expression. “You woke up like an hour and a half ago woman, how are you tired already?” Alex looked at him with raised eyebrows and pulled a shirt out of their wardrobe. His shirt, to be clear. He watched as she dragged it over her head and flipped the blinds so that the room was darker, and held his arms out to her as she climbed back into their king sized bed, cuddling into his warm chest as they passed out for a couple of hours.

*******

“Hey guys! Most of you will already know, because we announced it a few days ago, but for those of you who don’t, today I’m introducing you to my boyfriend properly! The incredibly hot Charlie Gillespie.” Charlie waved awkwardly to the camera from his spot on the sofa, looking to Alex who was on the other side, almost 2 feet of space between them. “We figured we’d do a Q and A, so you guys sent in some questions, and well, we’re gonna answer them. Also, we have another special guest with us.” Owen appeared, and sat in between them, grinning at the camera. “Wouldn’t be a show without me. Okay so basically these two are disgustingly in love, and have been for a disgusting amount of time. Alex is using me for clout, and now you’re going to find out all of the gory details about their relationship.” Alex smacked him gently and handed him Charlie’s phone, the question response boxes all ready to read. “Okay, first question.

How long have you guys known eachother, and how did you meet? Owen looked between them, and pointed to Charlie. “I want to hear him get this wrong.” Charlie rolled his eyes and leaned forward, looking at Alex, who nodded. “Okay. We met nearly 4 years ago, when Alex moved over here for college. I was in LA that weekend, and I bumped into her in the street. We got to talking, and I ended up taking her out that night. That was pretty much it if I’m honest, nothing that exciting.” Alex scoffed and flipped her hair behind her shoulders. “Not quite. I took him out, and he fangirled the whole time. His sister had watched a few of my youtube videos, and he- and I quote- thought I was really pretty.” Charlie stuck his tongue out at her, and Owen groaned, resting his head in his hands. “We’re only one question in and I’m already sick of the both of you. Okay, next question.”

Do you guys live together, and if so where? Alex raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Most of the time we live together, yes. This is my apartment in LA, and I’d say we’re here at least 8 months of the year. But at christmas we go to New Brunswick to see Char’s family, and we go visit my family in thesummer. And sometimes I’m in New Zealand, and he’ll go on holiday with his boyfriend here.” Owen grinned and held Charlie’s hand, resting his head on his friends shoulder. Charlie leaned into him, making them appear like a very loved up couple. “Yeah, so we live together most of the time, apart from when we’re visiting friends or family, or if he’s working.” Charlie nodded and looked to Owen, who continued scrolling through boxes. “Oh my god some of these are dodgy. Jesus, look at this one!” He showed it to Alex, who burst out laughing. “Okay, I’m answering that but we’re not reading out the actual question.” She climbed to her feet and turned side on to the camera, smoothing out her t-shirt against her chest, giving a decent view of her side profile. “Whoever asked what kind of man Charlie is, I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself. He doesn’t get a choice in the matter- I only have one of the above.” Charlie read the question over Owen’s shoulder, before frowning and reaching out for Alex, pulling her onto his knee. “Shut up, you’re perfect and I love every bit of you.” He started peppering her face with kisses, laughing alongside her. Owen jumped to the other side of the sofa, grimacing. “Disgusting. Okay, next question. Ooh, this one’s juicy.”

Alex, do you and Madison get along, and have you ever been jealous of her relationship with Charlie? Owen made a show of trying not to laugh, and Alex rolled her eyes. “Mads is like a little sister to me. We get on really well, and her and Charlie’s relationship is best friends, nothing more. I mean, to be fair I’d totally adopt her if I could. Having her living with me would me pretty cool.” Charlie frowned and shook his head. “No. I’m not living with the both of you. You’d never stop singing.” Alex nodded happily. “And the only thing I’m jealous of her for is she doesn’t have to live with him. Or share a kitchen with him.” Charlie flicked her in the side of the head, kissing the afflicted area shortly after, while Owen nodded in agreement. “That brings us nicely on to the next one.”

Who’s got the worst eating habits? Owen rubbed the back of his neck and looked straight at the camera. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. Alex is worse than Charlie, folks. And you’ve seen how he eats.” Charlie pushed Alex off him and jumped up, pointing his fingers at her as he danced around in front of the camera. Alex’s jaw dropped, and she leant forward, pointing at Charlie accusingly. “He eats eggs with peanut butter. Do you know how gross that is?” Charlie grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, sinking back into his seat. “You eat ham, and peanut butter. You can’t talk.” Alex groaned and flipped him off behind Owen’s head. “Fine, what’s the next one?” Owen grinned and scrolled a bit, laughing out loud before putting the phone facedown.

Who’s most likely to get jealous? He smirked at the camera, and shared a look with Alex, who was grinning. They turned back to the camera and spoke simultaneously. “Charlie.” At his name, he groaned and grabbed a pillow, smothering his face with it. “Very much Charlie. Do you want to hear something funny? Of course you do. Owen, I’ll let you take this one.” Alex sat back, smiling smugly, while Charlie looked at her with pure betrayal written all over his face. “While we were in Vancouver last year, filming for the show, Alex here, came to stay with us for 2 months. This was the first time I’d met her, besides a few facetime calls. We got on really well, and hung out a lot on and off set, while I wasn’t filming. Our lovely Charlie, decided he was going to absolutely freak out about this, and started a fight in the middle of the freaking lot, in front of the entire cast and crew, because he thought I was after Alex.” Charlie groaned from behind the pillow, and Alex laughed. “He thought Owen was flirting with me, and yelled at him for a straight 7 minutes, while we just kinda stood there and looked at each other. I felt so bad, I took Charlie home that night and sat with him for like 3 hours, and then I took them both out for dinner the next night. It was weird.” Owen snorted and rubbed his forehead. “You did not just sit with him. I shared an apartment with you, I was in the next room.” Alex punched his arm, and leaned over to ruffle Charlie’s hair. “He’s just protective, you should see him when we go out together, he literally refuses to leave my side.” Owen nodded and smiled at Charlie’s flushed face. “He’s stupid protective of her. One of the crew members actually did flirt with her. We’re lucky the guy’s still alive.” Charlie rolled his eyes at them both and held his hands up. “I had to compete with an entire college full of guys to keep her. And I have 3 brothers. I’m used to fighting for what’s mine.” Alex smiled and stood up, pushing Owen into her spot and sitting beside him, taking Charlie’s hand. “Yeah, what he said. Next question Owen?” Owen shook his head and scrolled once more, raising his eyebrows occasionally. “Okay, this should be easy.”

Who’s the most annoying to live with? Charlie and Alex both immediately pointed to her, and Owen nodded his head. “Even just while we were in Vancouver, this girl drove me up the wall. I don’t know how Charlie does it.” Charlie smirked and rubbed his jaw. “He gets well compensated for his troubles.” Charlie shrugged and nodded, laughing at Owen’s expression. “She’s incapable of showering without leaving the entire bathroom flooded, she never does the laundry unless I phone her four times and ask her to do it, she has never touched the vaccum in her life, and the bed only gets made when she’s not living here. Not to mention she’s the messiest person in the world, and our room is literally carpeted with her- actually wait no, MY clothes, because she never wears her own stuff. Exhibit A.” Alex stood up and spun around, showing off her outfit of Charlie’s t-shirt and a pair of jeans. “He loves me for it though.” She dropped back onto the sofa, smiling as she felt Charlie’s arm slip around her waist and pull her in to his side. “Let’s do some nice ones.”

Are you guys morning people? All three of them laughed, and Alex buried her face in Charlie’s chest. “Owen, is like a late morning early afternoon person. I’m always up before 9, I like doing stuff in the mornings. I sleep in on Saturdays sometimes, or I’ll stay in bed and watch a movie with Alex. But Alex doesn’t get up unless she absolutely has to. Today she got up at like 1230 I think? And that’s early for her, and it was only after a lot of persuasion.” Alex bit her lip, remembering the persuasion Charlie had used that morning, and feeling a familiar heat take over her face. Owen pulled a face, also knowing what he meant, and gagged. “Disgusting. But yeah, I’ll second that. When she lived with us, we’d go home for lunch sometimes, or we’d have a halfday, and she’d still be sleeping. Like Charlie would go in and get her at like 4pm. And she’d wake up and go get coffee. At 4pm.” Charlie nodded, and Alex sighed, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her face. “In my defense, I’m normally up pretty late. I work best at night, and I can never fall asleep before like 3 or 4am.” She shrugged, and leant on Charlie, who was blushing ever so slightly. “We know, Alex, we know. Let me give you a piece of advice, folks. See if your best mate’s girlfriend comes to stay, after 2 months of being apart? Stay away from the apartment for at least 3 days. Maybe a week. Move out if you can. They kept me up, Every. Freaking. Night. I don’t know how Charlie was able to function at 5.30 in the morning, considering he could’ve gotten like maximum an hour of sleep. He was on vocal rest for a reason.” Owen raised his eyebrows at the camera, and Alex hid her face, while Charlie puffed out his cheeks and looked around, avoiding the camera. “Moving swiftly on, what’s the next question Owen?” The blonde grinned and scrolled once more, chuckling under his breath.

What’s your guys favourite thing to do together? Owen looked at them dubiously as Alex clapped her hands, and Charlie grinned. “Besides that.” Charlie rolled his eyes and reached over to clip Owen over the ear, and Alex ducked as they play fought over the top of her. Finally breaking apart, Charlie straightened his shirt and resumed his hold on Alex. “It’s between travelling and playing. With Alex’s family in the UK, and mine in Canada, we fly around quite a lot. Besides, we both love seeing new places, and we have friends all over the place.” Alex nodded and smiled excitedly. “I can’t wait, we’re going to see Mads for her 17th birthday next week- she doesnt’t know, but I won’t post this until we’re there, so it’ll be fine. And we went to visit my dad in New Zealand last month- that was fun. We went to Hawaii, of course, with Jer and that. That was incredible.” Charlie nodded, watching with an adoring expression as his girlfriend’s face lit up, while she spoke about the places she loved so much. “Hawaii was awesome, but I gotta say, going to the UK is like wow. It’s so different over there.” Alex looked at her feet shyly, nodding slightly. “For sure, and my friends are uh, very different from our friends here.” Charlie raised his eyebrows in agreement, feeling Alex’s grip on his hand get a little tighter. “But yeah, besides travelling it’s got to be playing together. We sing together all the time, I’m pretty sure our neighbours hate us.” Alex brightened up and laughed, nodding eagerly. “Honestly, most of the time that’s what we’re doing at like 1am. I’ll get a song stuck in my head and force Charlie to play it for me. He’s so much better at guitar than I am.” Charlie shook his head and held a hand out in excitement. “Nah, see when I tell you this girl can sing, oh my GAWD. There’s a reason I fell in love with her. And she plays piano, and guitar, although I am still teaching her that. And violin!! How cool is that? She’s teaching me. So yeah, our neighbours hate us.” Owen smiled as he watched his best friends talk about each other, the love between them so obvious and real. “Okay, we’ll do like two or three more.”

Who takes longer to get ready in the morning? Instantly pointing at each other, Owen laughed, and pointed to Charlie. “100% this man. She just throws her hair up and puts on whatever he wore the day before. This man has a full haircare routine, every fricking morning. Like seriously, it’s just hair!” Alex nodded in agreement, running her hands through Charlie’s hair. “It is very nice hair though. Nah for sure, Charlie takes longer to get ready first thing, but when we’re going out, it’s me. Like out out, I mean. I’m so indecisive. In Vancouver Savannah literally nearly stabbed me cause I was taking so long.” Charlie grinned and nodded, Owen mirroring his actions. “Never ask her to go out unless you have at least 4 hours to kill. 3 hours for her to be indecisive, and then another for her to be late.” Alex grinned and tilted her head to the side. “Girls, am I right? HA. I’m funny. Okay, moving on.”

Who’s most fun on a night out? Charlie and Owen pointed to Alex simultaneously, who just shrugged and nodded. “I was raised in Scotland, so when I drink, I drink hard. Nobody could keep up with me when we went out in Vancouver. Seriously, Charlie tried and we nearly had to take him to the ER.” Charlie scoffed at this, but the blush spreading up his neck said all that needed to be said. Owen laughed at the memory, and set the phone down. “No really, it was so funny. This tiny 5′5 girl knocking back vodka like it’s water, and Charlie’s trying not to throw up in the corner after like 2. This girl’s liver is deceased.” Alex grinned and kicked her feet up on the table proudly. “Proud drinker since I was 13. Shit, this is going on the internet. Okay, forget I said that. Owen?” Owen reached out and grabbed the phone, scrolling through again.

Do you have any tattoos? Owen rolled up his sleeve and showed off the ghost drummer on his forearm, and Charlie stood up next to him, placing their ghostly characters next to each other. They pulled their shirt sleeves down, and looked to Alex, who groaned and stood up. “I have a few, but they’re pretty small.” She came up close to the camera, followed by Charlie, who helped her pull the collar of her shirt down, and swept her hair away from the nape of her neck, revealing the small outline of a triangle at the top of her spine. “I’ve got that, and then-” She pulled her top up, and showed a single word written on her ribcage, in gaelic. ‘teine’. “It says fire, in scottish gaelic. And this one.” She held her hand up to the camera, showing a daffodil on the inside of her middle finger on her right hand. “And then I have another one on my leg, but obviously can’t show that.” She settled back onto the sofa, smacking Charlie when he laughed. “It’s hardly on her leg. It’s like-” She held a hand over his mouth and smiled at Owen, asking silently for the next question. “Oh wow, okay I like this one.”

Alex, how do you get along with the JATP cast, and who’s your favourite? Owen looked at Alex expectantly, who just rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “I love them, so much. While Char was away I was constantly on the phone, and they’d just pass me around depending on who was filming. A lot of it was because Charlie was afraid I’d get lonely, but also because he was so busy that he could only grab a couple of minutes to speak to me every now and again. While I was in Vancouver, me and Owen definitely spent a lot of time together, and he showed me round the city while Charlie and Mads were doing perfect harmony shoots and stuff, which was an experience and a half. Note to self, Owen is incredibly competitive at arcade games.” Alex slipped her hand into Charlie’s as she spoke about her time with Owen, knowing he’d probably start overthinking it. “But Mads and I got super close. Like everytime the boys were filming we’d go to craft services and eat our weight in brownies. We made them a lot too, in the apartment. We literally facetime everyday. And Savannah too, oh my god I love that girl so much. She’s like my best friend. I wouldn’t have made it over there without her, she literally picked me up from the airport when someone forgot I was coming.” Charlie held his hands up in defense, and Alex rolled her eyes. “He didn’t forget I was coming, he just ‘lost track of time’. But honestly, I can’t pick a favourite, they’re like family to me.” She smiled at Owen, and leaned back against Charlie, meaning every word. “Aw. How cute. I’m the favourite. Next question. Oh wow, this is a biggie.”

Charlie, are you going to propose? Alex’s eyes widened, and she coughed, turning to look at Charlie. “Good question. It’s nearly four years. Where’s the ring, Charlieboy?” Charlie chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the sofa. “Got a while yet, got to train her up a bit better first.” Alex punched him in the arm, and he winced, rubbing it and glaring at her. “I’m joking, obviously. She’s only just 21, so we’re gonna wait a bit- but yes, I will. One day. If she doesn’t kill me with her cooking first.” Owen raised his eyebrows and brought a leg up underneath him, scrolling through the questions. Alex looked at Charlie with a pout, crossing her arms and moving away from him. “Oh my god, you’re such a child. Yes, I’m going to propose, just not now and not anytime soon! Yikes.” Alex grinned and kissed his cheek, waiting for the next question. “Right, we’ll make this the last one?” Alex and Charlie nodded, Alex tucking her legs up to her chest as she leaned back against Charlie, her head resting on his arm, which was thrown across the back of the couch.

What’s your favourite thing about each other? Alex smirked and looked Charlie up and down, winking at the camera. Charlie did something similar, his arm moving down the sofa and grabbing at her hip, making his intentions more than clear. Owen gagged, and spun round, holding his forehead in his hands and shaking his head. “Joking. I love Charlie’s passion. He gets so invested in the things he loves, and watching him speak about stuff he’s genuinely interested in and excited for is the cutest thing in the world. He gets these like sparkles in his eye, and he jumps up and down and god it’s adorable. I also like his abs. They are, in a word exquisite. Not to mention his arms.” Charlie rolled his eyes, but pressed a loving kiss to her temple. “I love how talented Alex is. There’s not really anything she can’t do. Literally, she’s musical, athletic, and she’s like stupid smart. She has a degree. From college. Like woah. And I also love when she gets super excited about something, or when she gets like really emotional- not sad, just when she’s feeling something really intensely, she starts like bouncing up and down in her seat, and clapping her hands or shaking them really fasr. It’s literally like the most adorable thing ever. And her ass. It’s pretty cool too.” Owen coughed and held a hand up. “Right well, there’s one thing she can’t do. She can’t dance. Like at all. It’s quite funny.” Charlie nodded, as did Alex. “Dancing, definitely not my forte. Also, when he says athletic, he means I played field hockey in high school and college. The most exercise I get now is when he’s hor-” Owen stood up quickly, and Charlie covered her mouth with his hand. “Okay, that’s all for this video! Hope you guys are suitably grossed out. Thanks for watching, goodbye!!!”

Owen turned off the camera, and Alex grinned before turning to Charlie, connecting her lips with his in a soft kiss. Finally being allowed to talk about her relationship was a major relief, after having to hide it for so long. “Gross, can you wait til I’m gone at least?” Alex rolled her eyes and flipped him off, climbing off the sofa. “No, cause we’re going out for dinner. Can you call Sav, baby? Let her know we’ll be like an hour?” Charlie nodded, watching her with a dazed smile as she wandered into their bedroom, already tying her long hair up out of the way for a hard session of outfit searching. “You’re in so deep with that one, man.” Owen looked at Charlie knowingly, who just shrugged and continued to smile. “What can I say. She’s the one.” Owen shook his head and rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, happy that another one of his best friends had found real love. Charlie scrolled through the contacts on Alex’s phone, clicking on Savannah’s name and raising the phone to his ear. He jumped when she picked up, holding the phone at arm’s length. “Oh my god, Sav it’s me, not Alex. She said to tell you we’re going out in a couple of hours, and to be ready to go for 7. That cool?” Savannah spoke rapidly on the other side of the line, agreeing and squealing with excitement when she heard Owen would be there. “I’ve missed you guys! Okay, see you soon!” Charlie hung up and set his girlfriend’s phone down, reaching for the remote, and turning on the TV. “Wanna watch the NHL?” Owen nodded, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, and looking at the clock on the wall. It was only half three.

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No Longer Than Strictly Necessary {Charlie Gillespie x OC}

Summary: Riley’s sick, but as usual, is refusing to admit it, and is working herself half to death. Charlie’s away in Vancouver- until he comes home, and finds his girl being her usual stubborn self.

Warnings: None, fluff and slight mention of smut (hardly).

Last thing on a Thursday afternoon was not the ideal time for difficult customers to make an appearance. It was 10 minutes before closing, and Riley had already been through the stacks, organised the few haphazard shelves at the front door, and put away 3 boxes of new arrivals that she technically didn’t need to tackle until the next morning. But as ever, she was going the extra mile, trying to make her life easier for the next day. The small second hand book shop she’d worked in since she was 15 was like a second home to her, and she loved it almost as much as her apartment, three blocks from the shop. 

Still in college, Riley had been over the moon when her boss had told her he was leaving Canada, and he needed her to take over the store. They never got on well, but the chance to manage the musty little shop was a dream come true for her. At the moment, in mid December, she was trying to keep the shop up and running, study for her senior year midterms, and take care of herself. The last one was often the one she let slide, much to her friends and family’s dismay.

“I was wondering if you had this book in stock?” 

Riley smiled and squinted at the fuzzy photograph the old woman was showing her over the counter. It was in German, the cover was faded, and she couldn’t make out who the author was. 

“I’m really sorry, what’s the name of it? I’ll check and see if we have it on the system.” 

The old lady huffed, and slipped her decade old phone into her handbag. 

“I don’t know, do I. It’s in another language.” 

Riley resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and took a deep breath. 

“Of course. Do you know who the author is?” 

Once again, the little old lady shook her head, pursing her lips. 

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t have showed you a picture.” 

Riley smiled sweetly, and turned around, heading through to the back. 

“Ellie, how much do you love me?” Her best friend, and co-manager of the store, looked up at her from the floor, the thick frames of her round glasses making her green eyes even larger than usual. 

“If it’s that goddamn woman asking about the German book again, I don’t love you. Hell, I don’t even know your last name.” 

Riley groaned and leaned up against the wall, rubbing her forehead. She’d been in the store since 5.30 that morning, hoping to get home slightly earlier so she could study. 

“You good girl? You look a bit weird.” 

Riley flipped Ellie off, and sniffed, preparing to face the old lady again. At last minute, Ellie took pity, taking in her friend’s flushed complexion, and glassy eyes. 

“Go home. You have work to do, I’ll handle her.” 

Riley smiled gratefully, and pulled her jacket over her shoulders. She’d been feeling more tired than usual, and with midterms on the horizon, an absent boyfriend, and a messed up sleep schedule, it wasn’t really a surprise she felt as sick as she did. But she knew she had things to do, so she smiled at Ellie as she left, pulling a face behind the old woman’s head, before trudging through the light snowfall from earlier that afternoon, to her little apartment above the bakery, three blocks over. Ellie watched her leave, shaking her head slightly with a knowing smile, hoping that her best friend would feel much better by the next morning.

After little old ladies looking for ancient German books, Riley was adamant that Political Science was next on the list of things to be avoided like the plague. At first, her classes had been great, her professors were so helpful, and her classmates were the best- but now? Not so much. 

One week before midterms, Riley pulled her glasses off and rubbed her eyes, sick of trying to make international political ideologies make sense. It was nearly 11pm, she still hadn’t eaten, and she hadn’t heard from Charlie in over 8 hours. Riley felt her eyes well up at the thought of the boyfriend she hadn’t seen in 4 months. She understood his filming was important, and she was stupid proud of him for landing his first lead role- but they’d been together pretty much every day since middle school, and being apart from him for this long was incredibly difficult. 

They’d made it through the last few months with countless facetime calls, all nighters to try and speak to each other around his filming times and her classes, and random surprise gifts every now and again, on both parts. His most recent gift had been a Julie and the Phantoms sweatshirt, miles too big for her, that smelt strongly of his aftershave. She cried when she opened it, and slept with it every night. Meg had come over to comfort her a few times, when the night’s had been a little too lonely, or when she’d broken into one too many bottles of wine. Her birthday was probably going to be the worst part of it all though- it was in 3 days, and Charlie wasn’t due home for another week. They’d fought about it over the phone, with Charlie begging her to come out to Vancouver, and Riley getting upset that he expected her to drop everything to go and see him, when he knew fine well just how busy she was. It had ended with a 3 day silence between the two, until he caved and apologised- but things were still tense between them. Riley groaned and dropped her head onto her desk, sighing as the cold surface made contact with her forehead. Her head was fuzzy, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had 8 hours consecutive sleep. 

Another hour later, and there was still no news from Charlie. Riley didn’t even get mad. She was just lonely, and found herself missing him more than ever. She was scared he wouldn’t come home until after Christmas because of their fight, and wondered if he’d opt to stay in Vancouver and spend it with his cast-mates. 

She couldn’t be more wrong. 

He was currently sitting in the backseat of an Uber, a stuffed duffel beside him, his hands itching to turn on his phone. But he knew he couldn’t, because she might check his location, and see that he was right around the corner. 

The Uber pulled up, and Charlie grinned at the driver, shouting his thanks, before swinging his bag over his shoulder and making his way into the apartment building. It was Owen’s idea, to come home early. He’d overheard their entire argument regarding Riley’s birthday, and had given Charlie a clipped ear for the way he spoke to her. 

“She’s your girl man. Take better care of her. She wants you to herself, not sitting around with all of your new friends.” 

Charlie had frowned at him, scratching his hair. 

“Dude, there’s no reason we can’t do that here. I’ll just get rid of you for the night or something.” 

Another clipped ear followed, and Owen had forced him to book flights then and there. It was lucky he had, because in the week that followed, he could tell from Ellie’s constant updates that Riley was steadily getting more and more reckless with herself. Without Charlie constantly reminding her to sleep, go out, and eat, she was spiralling into her work mode, something Ellie and Charlie had been working together to keep her out of since she was 16. Her  Junior year of high school had seen her very nearly end up in hospital, after she’d worked herself half to death trying to ace the SATs, and balancing taking care of her mom, and still working 9 hour shifts 4 times a week. The girl had a tendency to stress herself out without even realising, which often led to it getting severely out of hand. 

Riley looked up from her desk and sighed, pushing her glasses back on her face and pulling Charlie’s hoodie tighter around her. One more essay, and then I’ll sleep, she told herself, beginning to type furiously. She was interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock, and someone swearing quietly as they tripped over her boots at the front door. 

She should have been concerned, and she would have been, had she not instantly recognised the familiar voice. Charlie came stumbling round the corner, and into the living room, his smile resembling that of a child on Christmas as he noticed Riley sitting at the dining table. 

“Hey. Miss me?” 

Riley jumped up and ran at him, forcing him to drop his duffel in order to catch her. Her legs automatically wrapped round his waist, and she buried her face in his neck, biting back tears as she breathed him in. Charlie’s hands stroked up and down her back, holding her tightly, relishing the feeling of having her back in his arms. He lowered her to the ground carefully, brushing her hair out of her face so he could look at her properly. She looked exhausted, even in the soft light of her desk lamp. 

“Oh Riles. You’ve done it again, haven’t you.” 

He sighed and stroked her cheek, pulling her glasses off carefully. 

“Hey, I’m not done working, give them back!” 

Riley jumped up to grab the glasses from Charlie, who was holding them way above his head, but stopped when he threw them onto the sofa, and dropped his hands to her hips. 

“Yes you are, and no, because then I can’t do this.” 

He leant down and pressed his lips against hers, bringing her into a soft and languid kiss. Riley moaned in surprise, but let her arms drift around his neck, pulling him close. They stayed in each other’s arms for a few moments longer, until Charlie broke away, and rested their foreheads together. He stepped back after hardly a second, and held her face in his hands, looking at her with concern. 

“You’re burning up, you okay?” 

Riley nodded, putting on a convincing show of being totally healthy. 

“When did you last eat?” Riley shrugged and leaned into his chest, finding comfort in his solid presence. She finally felt at peace, with his arms wrapped around her, protecting her from the world. 

Charlie sighed, and held her silently, stroking her back as he debated what to do. She was clearly not well, but he knew if he pushed too hard, she’d get mad. 

“Want to take a bath?” 

Riley looked up at him with wide eyes, rimmed with red and darkened by the deep shadows underneath them. 

“I dunno. Kind of just want to go to bed.” 

Charlie nodded, and steered her towards her bedroom. They hadn’t technically moved in together- but they may as well have. Most of his stuff was here, and she always called it their apartment. And he hoped she was okay with that being true, as he followed her through the hallway, his hand still in hers. Riley collapsed into bed as soon as she got into their room, burying her face in a pillow before reaching her arms up for him, begging for him to join her. 

“C’mere, I want cuddles.” 

He laughed, and pulled his shirt over his head, rolling his eyes at the look she gave him. 

“Not a chance. You’re going to sleep.” 

Riley huffed, but pulled back the covers and rolled into his chest as he came in beside her, instantly pushing her feet against the bare skin of his legs. 

“Riles! Jesus, you’re cold.” 

She giggled, and kissed his shoulder, before settling in as he turned off the light. Charlie couldn’t help but shake his head at her. It had been all of 10 minutes since he’d gotten in, and she was already asleep. It made him wonder just how badly she’d been taking care of herself while he was away. Within seconds, she was snoring lightly, and Charlie watched her with a gentle smile. He really loved this girl. 

The next morning, Charlie woke to a cold bed, and empty arms. Looking around him in concern, he was relieved to find the bathroom light on- but the sounds coming from inside made him grimace. 

He pulled a pair of sweats on, and wandered through to the bathroom, knocking on the door quietly before he let himself in. Riley was slumped over the toilet, alternating between heaving and coughing violently, tears running down her cheeks. 

“Oh baby.” 

Charlie knelt down beside her, and pulled her hair out of the way, stroking her face carefully. Riley groaned and sobbed lightly, a sound that crushed Charlie’s heart. 

“You okay?” 

She shook her head, and he winced as she heaved again, nothing but pure stomach acid coming up. He rubbed her back soothingly, before pulling her back to lean against his chest, sitting on the floor with his legs either side of her. Almost an hour later and they were still sitting there, with Riley curled up half asleep in Charlie’s arms. 

“You done?” 

Riley nodded weakly, and hid her face in her hands, while Charlie stood up and wet a washcloth. He filled the mug on the side of the sink with water, and came to sit beside her, pressing the washcloth to her forehead, and holding the mug up for her to drink. 

“This is why I wanted you to come see me. It’s not good for you to be cooped up like this. Guarantee you’ve done nothing but work this week.” 

Riley’s eyes widened, and she tried to stand, swaying dangerously before sinking back into Charlie’s grip. 

“I forgot about work- I told Ellie I’d open.” 

Charlie laughed and began plaiting her hair loosely, rubbing her arm as she tilted her head back and groaned. 

“You’re not going in. I texted Ellie, she knows I’m here. I’m sure she doesn’t expect you to leave our bed for the rest of the week.” 

Riley rolled her eyes at his joke, clutching her head as the dizziness hit. 

“At this rate, you’re not getting anything. I think I’m dying.” 

Charlie laughed again, and kissed her forehead. 

“I get to spend time with my beautiful, overdramatic girlfriend. That’s everything to me.” 

Riley hummed and waved a hand weakly at his response, collapsing onto his bare chest. 

“Cmon, let’s get you in the shower. Want me to wash your hair?” 

Riley gave him an adoring look, and he chuckled in response, a deep throaty sound that resonated round the small bathroom. He rested her against the wall, and turned the shower on, before picking her up and steadying her with his hands. 

“Can you stand?” 

Riley nodded weakly, and tried to pull her top off, wobbling dangerously before Charlie caught her. 

“That’s a no. I’d run a bath but I want to get you to bed. Sit down.” 

He kicked the toilet lid down and lowered her onto it, before undressing her while she sat with her arms up, pouting like a child. He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb and smirked at her, dropping his joggers and pulling her up, helping her into the shower cubicle.

One of the best things about their small apartment, was the bathroom. The shower was basically a wet room, with more than enough room for the two of them to shower together. It was a major selling point for Riley when she’d moved out of dorms last year, knowing Charlie would be with her most of the time. 

Charlie pulled Riley under the hot spray, letting her lean back against his chest as the water streamed over them, and drawing circles on her skin with his fingers. She tilted her head back and let the water run down her face, sighing in relief as her neck relaxed, and the tension of the week dissipated. Living without Charlie had been harder than she’d originally thought, with simple things like grocery runs being almost impossible to remember, and the laundry sitting in the corner for days before she’d finally get around to doing it. 

Normally he’d be over every day, staying most nights, and making sure she ate, slept, and took care of herself. She was constantly up in the clouds, thinking about her next assignment or the next display she could put up in the store. Often, this meant her own wellbeing was chucked out the window. 

The sweet smell of pears filled the air around them, and Riley let out a soft groan as Charlie ran his fingers through her hair, lathering up her shampoo against her scalp. 

“Have I told you I love you?” 

Charlie laughed softly and kissed her shoulder, pushing her forward gently to rinse the bubbles out of her hair. He repeated the process, taking his time and massaging her head with his calloused fingertips, revelling in the pleasure filled noises escaping her lips. After gently combing conditioner through the ends of her hair, he spun her round and let her fall against his chest, reaching out for her apple scented bodywash and letting it foam between his fingers. She sighed and cuddled into him, planting featherlight kisses across his chest and shoulders. 

“I love you Charlieboy.” 

Her voice was muffled, but he picked it up through the echoes of water hitting the tiles, and kissed her hair. 

“I love you too. Come on, head back.” 

He held her under the shower carefully, letting the water wash over her face, and smiled as her eyes closed, lips parted slightly. If she wasn’t sick, and if he wasn’t so worried about her, she would be over his shoulder and on her way back to their room by this point. 

But there were more important things to be done, so Charlie turned off the shower and helped her out, wrapping her up in the biggest towel he could find, before sitting her on her bed, and chucking her a pair of his joggers and a hoodie. 

“Put those on, I’m getting you food.” 

Riley opened her mouth to argue, but the look on his face shut her up quickly, and she watched him with an adorable pout as he pulled shorts on, and disappeared along the corridor. She tied her hair up, and slipped his clothes on, snuggling into the warmth of their bed. She wished he’d hurry up and move in with her. 

Four consecutive months apart had reinforced how badly she needed him, and she didn’t want to have to be apart from him for any longer than she absolutely had to. The sounds coming from the kitchen suggested that he’d figured out she had eaten pretty much nothing but pizza and noodles for the past few weeks, her mood having plummeted after their argument. 

“Riley, you can’t be trusted on your own. I’m never leaving you again.” 

Charlie came through the bedroom door with a plate of toaster waffles smothered with chocolate, her favourite comfort food, and a steaming mug of what she assumed was tea. 

“That’s fine by me.” 

She grinned up at her boyfriend, before taking a sip of the mug he handed her. It was hot lemon, and she gagged as she set it down, sending him a disapproving glare. 

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m mad at you- you’ve been neglecting my girlfriend.” 

Charlie stroked a damp strand of hair off her face and pressed a kiss to her temple, smirking as she pouted. 

“Now, what movie we watching? Eat, by the way, or I’ll leave you to sleep alone.” 

Riley stuck her tongue out at him, but reached over and took a waffle, wrinkling her nose slightly. The chocolate was melted, dripping onto her fingers as she took a tentative bite and groaned. It was good. Charlie watched with a knowing smirk, rolling his eyes and lifting up an arm for her to settle under, which she did, still chewing happily while her feet rubbed against his calf. He kissed her hair, mumbling to her. 

“You’re lucky you’re just out of the shower. If your feet were cold I’d throw you out of bed.” 

Riley grinned, a drip of chocolate on her lip, which he wiped away and sucked off his own finger, winking at her as he did, before grabbing the TV remote and turning on Netflix. 

“What we watching baby?” Riley shrugged and turned so that her head was resting on his chest. 

“Put on Charmed. I started watching it again a few weeks ago, but I was afraid for the TVs health, so I stopped watching it.” Charlie rolled his eyes, somehow reading his girlfriend’s mind. 

“Seriously? Don’t know whether to kiss you for watching my show, or kick you for being a child.” 

Riley scoffed and grabbed the remote, clicking Charmed and smirking when she saw she’d finished episode 4. 

“It’s Sarah’s show, I watch it for her. Getting to see my gorgeous boyfriend shirtless for all of 40 seconds is a plus, but I get that anyway.” 

Charlie flicked the side of her head gently, but settled in anyways, watching the familiar scenes unfold. Riley had been on the set of Charmed with him for a while, and had struck up a friendship with Sarah. That was before she realised they were filming a sex scene together. After she found out about that, Sarah had become a very close friend, and Charlie had been kicked out of the house multiple times in order for girls night to take place. It didn’t make sense to him, but after the few episodes he was in aired, he’d not been complaining at Riley’s reaction. Sarah had facetimed them the day after with a knowing smirk, laughing outright at their clearly topless bodies in bed together, faces still red and sweating. Turns out knowing that millions of people were looking at her boyfriend kissing another woman made her slightly jealous, and had led to hours of him proving she was the only girl for him.

They finished the entire first season, and by the time Charlie clicked off of Netflix, the sun had set, and Riley’s fever had already gone down. 

“This is what happens when you actually take time to relax, Riles. I wish you’d take better care of yourself.”  

Riley sat up and shrugged, looking at him with a loving smile. 

“Where’s the fun in that when I’ve got you to do it for me?” Charlie rolled his eyes and started drawing shapes on her bare skin under his hoodie. 

“Yeah, I actually wanted to speak to you about that.” 

Riley frowned, and looked at him, nervous. 

“Are we okay?” Her voice was small and terrified, and Charlie shifted to his knees, grabbing her hands. 

“Oh my god, of course we are. I was just gonna ask you...” He took a deep breath, and squeezed her hand. 

“Would you wanna move in with me? We’ve been together so long now and while I was in Vancouver, living with Owen was great. I mean, obviously he wasn’t you, but I loved having a roommate and i was thinking how awesome it would be if we lived together.” 

He looked up at her, frightened to see her reaction. But he was met with her flinging her arms around his neck, happy squeals deafening him as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

“Yes, yes, yes. Of course. I was going to ask you- I missed you so much and I don’t want to spend any time that’s not strictly necessary away from you.” 

Charlie grinned and pulled away from her, planting a kiss on her lips. 

“Good. Thank you. I love you.” 

Riley giggled and leant in to kiss him again, letting her hands play with his short hair. It was a new feeling; she was so used to his long curls- but she didn’t hate it. 

“I love you too. So when you moving in?” Charlie shrugged and pulled her back down beside him, slipping his hand into hers, and kissing her knuckles. 

“Most of my stuff from Vancouver is getting sent straight here, so I guess now?” Riley kicked him playfully, laughing at his relieved face. 

“Yeah, that woulda been hella awkward if you’d said no.” Riley snuggled into his side and rested her face on his bare chest. 

“I’d never say no to you. I love you too much.” He chuckled and kissed her temple. 

“Take better care of my girlfriend for me?” Riley rolled her eyes. 

“Watch yourself. Now, are you going to let me welcome you home properly? Or not?” Charlie looked up at her with raised eyebrows as she pulled his hoodie over her head and straddled his thighs. He checked his watch and contemplated for a moment, before wrapping an arm around her bare back and pressing her up against him.

“Yup, we made it almost 24 hours. That’s long enough, come here.” 

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