charlie westbrook

You can call me Charlie, I guess.

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: After the amount of frustration her body was feeling, when he pushed into her she felt like she was on fire. Her head slammed back against the door as she gasped loudly. "Fuck fuck..." She felt out of control of everything. Her body was working with a mind of its own. Her legs wrapped around him, her hips moved quickly and her nails scratch at his back. She knew she probably was leaving marks but she didn't care. In fact, she wanted him to feel them later and remember how frustrated he made her. Indie was still pissed at him. He drove her to insanity and at this point, she wanted him to be just as crazy as she was. All she wanted to do was yell at him. But she could hardly think coherent thoughts. She didn't even bother to keep quiet as she moaned against the door, she met each thrust and tugged on his hair. It felt like a race, she was getting closer and closer to her end. Indie tilted his jaw up and connected her eyes with his. She pressed her forehead to his as she felt her whole body tightening. His name came out of her mouth loudly as she held onto him tightly. Indie felt intense waves of her climax as she dropped her head onto his shoulder with soft whimpers. Her breathing was out of control, like the rest of her body. She held onto him in fear of collapsing to the floor if he let her go. It had been a while since they had frustrated each other to this point when their sex turned angry and as rough as it was. Indie bit down on his shoulder gently before pulling back to look at him.

Charlie: The intensity of his thrusts grew with each second that passed - his anger and frustration fuelling his movements. He knew he deserved the marks Indie's nails were leaving along his back and in that moment he didn't care about the pain. It was like his senses were on overdrive and as his eyes met Indie's, he couldn't hold on any longer. With a deep breath, he let out a groan as he released soon after Indie did, keeping his body pressed firmly against hers. When Indie lifted her head to stare intensely into his eyes, the only sounds in the room was both of their heavy breathing. Time seemed to stop for what felt like an eternity. Charlie wasn't sure how they had ended up here but the atmosphere between them had changed within the last few minutes. As he looked at her, something seemed to snap inside of him and he found himself leaning in to press his lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss. It was unlike their normal kisses which usually led to sex. Right now Charlie was just kissing her simply to kiss her - no ulterior motives. He allowed the kiss to progress slowly as his hands slid up and down her sides. Once he felt all of the tension leave their bodies, he let his lips linger on hers as he mumbled against them, "Still hate you." With a smirk, he pulled out of her and tossed out the condom before getting dressed as quickly as he could. That smug look remained on his face as he returned more to his normal self and let himself out of Indie's apartment, leaving her naked in the doorway. Charlie felt much better than he had earlier as he walked to his room but was stopped short as he tried to go inside. Unfortunately, his rage earlier had caused him to completely forget about shutting his door carefully. He slammed his body into the front door as he found himself in the exact same predicament as earlier on in the day. "No.. No. You've got to be fucking kidding me." With an angry groan, Charlie reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and send Indie a text. He didn't deserve her help again after what he had put her through today but he still had the slightest inkling of hope that she would come to his rescue once again. After all, she owed him for stealing his pizza.

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: As he threw the pizza box onto the floor, her eyes widened staring up at him. There was a certain fire in his eyes that she knew must've been similar to hers earlier. The difference was that Charlie actually could be intimidating. When he pulled her closer, she gasped as her shirt was off within seconds. She wasn't sure why she was so shocked at his words and actions. Indie definitely was pushing him to this point. A smirk took over her features as he yelled at her. She tugged on his shirt to calm him down. It's not like she was going to object to what she had been basically begging him to do back in his apartment. Her bare back pressed into the door and she immediately hummed. "I hate you, too." Indie's eyes fluttered shut as she slid one hand up into his hair. She needed more of him, it wasn't a game at this point, it didn't matter who won to her. He had teased her to a point of insanity tonight, he deserved how frustrated he got. But he did come after her, which she wasn't sure if he would. Charlie could've called some other girl and finished the night with them. But instead he was pressing her against the door and kissing the bare skin. Indie pulled his hair roughly to he would lift his head. Immediately she pressed her lips to his and slid her free hand to undo his pants quickly. This time, she wasn't waiting on him. If she wanted something to happen, she was going to take initiative. She kissed him heatedly as she brought her other hand to help with pushing his jeans down. The girl's kiss was rough and unfocused while she slid one hand into his boxers to tease him just as badly as he did to her until he couldn't control himself. She broke the kiss and whispered against his lips as her hand wrapped around him, "You clearly hate me sooo much."

Charlie: With his jeans pooled around his ankles, Charlie groaned as Indie's hand slid under the material of his boxers. He ignored her words as he pushed his hips forward into her touch, knowing he fully deserved to be teased like this for the stunt he had pulled with her earlier. Once it became too much for him to handle, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the door with one hand as the other worked on tugging the rest of her clothes off. The tension between them at this point was unbearable and he could feel the impatience radiating off of Indie. After Charlie grabbed a condom out of his wallet and put it on, he didn't waste another second before pushing into her roughly. He gripped her waist tightly as he felt her arms and legs wrap around his body, pressing his body against hers to keep her back against the door. There was nothing gentle about his movements as his hips moved into hers at a quick pace, a thin layer of sweat starting to cover his skin. Charlie let out a heavy breath and he pressed his lips to her neck, sucking hard on it to ensure his mouth left a mark there. His thrusts became erratic as his hands started to roam around her body, pressing his fingers into every inch of skin he could reach.

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: She felt her temper boiling over. No one else ever made her as angry as Charlie did regularly. Whether it was frustration or actually being upset, normally she was a happy person. But the two of them clashed then made up so quickly. But she was pissed at him now. Indie probably wouldn't be as mad if he didn't work her up the way he did. Now she was sexually frustrated and she didn't want to wait. She glared at him as he sat on the couch smugly, eating the piece of pizza probably fully expecting her to wait for him. Starting towards the couch, she leaned over the back and put her lips near his ear, "Go fuck yourself." She whispered harshly before pulling away and grabbing her clothes on the floor. Indie didn't waste time, she slid on her shirt inside out and didn't bother to button her shorts before grabbing the pizza box and stomping over to the door. Without a second thought she slammed it shut and started to walk quickly down the hallway to the stairs. Her apartment was hardly a minute away from his and like she threatened, if he didn't do anything about what he did she would take care of it. Indie heard his door open and didn't bother to stop walking as she rolled her eyes. She was too annoyed to even give him a chance to apologize or pull her back into his apartment right now.

Charlie: As he sat there eating his slice of pizza, Charlie truly thought he had won. When he saw Indie come towards him he knew this was all over and they could continue on as they normally did. What he wasn't expecting was her to throw her clothes back on and steal his pizza from him. Before he could process what was happening, Indie was gone. Sitting there dumbfounded, Charlie narrowed his eyes before shouting to the closed door. "Hey, I paid for that!" But it was no use, Indie was evidently actually upset with him and now Charlie was alone and without pizza. "Gonna be the fucking death of me, I swear," he muttered to himself as he often did whenever Indie got like this before getting up from the couch. If this were anyone else, he wouldn't be going after her. The effort just wasn't worth it. Although he wouldn't admit it, Charlie needed her so he needed to make things right. That didn't mean he wasn't pissed, though. He stomped out of his apartment and jogged over to the stairs where he knew Indie would be headed and he caught up with her just before she was about to open the door to her own apartment. It was obvious that she knew he was there but she ignored him as she stepped inside and Charlie didn't hesitate to follow right after her. Once they were both in Indie's apartment Charlie slammed the door shut before grabbing the box of pizza from her and tossing it to the floor. With one more step their faces were nearly touching as he glared at her and raised his voice, "What the fuck was that? You can't just leave like that without giving me a second to think." His hands reached out for her and he pulled her shirt off of her in record time as he continued to shout, "You're so unbelievably frustrating, fuck. I don't know why I put up with you and all of this bullshit. It's exhausting." He continued to remove her clothing at a quick pace and he soon felt her hands starting to tug his shirt off, causing him to groan as the anger started to leave his body. "I hate you, you know that?" The words were softer than before as his lips began to trail down to her neck and he pressed her back against the front door.

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: It was obvious when they were in his bed she was playing with fire. But he had completely burned her. They were moving to quickly and Indie felt herself getting lost in him. The moment he dragged her onto the couch, she thought the game was over, she had won. His lips were hot against hers and his fingers were setting her into overdrive. Charlie was so incredibly frustrating, he knew exactly how to get under her skin. The worst part of it all was that Indie turned into complete mush when he got to her. She rarely let her fiery attitude go, even in the bedroom but for some reason one small touch from him and she was a goner. Indie felt out of control and desperate as she begged him stop with the teasing. But as quickly as he built her up, it all sizzled when he suddenly pulled back and got up to answer the door. She groaned loudly, not even bothering to hide her frustration with him. Indie was enraged. Her eyes narrowed at his back as he talked to the pizza boy. She stood up and tore off her shirt, throwing it against the wall in hope that it would make some kind of sound to alert him. When it didn't make much, she took off her shorts and did the same. Indie didn't care if he noticed at this point, instead she walked up to the door, ignoring the fact that she was basically naked and took the pizza from the guy and giving Charlie a glare. He had to know how pissed she was now. The door soon was closed and the moment he turned back to her with a look, she put her hand on her hip. "You're a fucking asshole you know that? You have two options, you forget about this pizza and finish what you started. Or I leave, taking the pizza and take care of myself. Not ever helping you break into your apartment nor giving you a massage again." Indie knew she wasn't very big and it was hard to be intimidating, but she wasn't messing around. The minute he opened his mouth to even say anything, she tossed the pizza box on the table lightly and took the few steps closer to him as she raised her voice slightly, "Get that smirk off your face! No more teasing, Westbrook. I'm done with games right now." Her chest moved up and down heavily as she glared up at him, waiting for the next move.

Charlie: He took his time pulling out his wallet to pay the pizza boy. If Charlie knew Indie at all, she was most likely seething with anger right now and he had a feeling that a tidal wave's worth of rage was awaiting him the second he closed the door. However, a few moments later he was proved wrong when he felt Indie's presence next to him as she snatched the pizza from the other guy's hands. What Charlie wasn't expected was for her to be only in her underwear. He tried and failed to keep a straight face because the priceless look on the pizza guy's face was enough to make Charlie let out a laugh. With a pat on the delivery guy's shoulder, Charlie shrugged and said, "That sight right there is your tip, mate." He smirked before closing the door without another word before turning around, prepared to hear Indie yell at him. Her words barely registered as he let his eyes slide up and down her body, a smug look on his face the entire time. It wasn't until she called him out on it that he sighed and took a step closer to her, "Oh, come on, Hale. You don't think I would seriously leave you hanging like that would you?" He grinned at her before taking the box of pizza from her hands, opening it up as he made his way over to the couch and plopped down in his previous spot, "I have every intention of finishing what I started after this slice of pizza." He arched an eyebrow at her from his seat on the couch before nodding to the spot next to him. "So, are you joining me? The decision is yours." She was either about to give in and join him or walk out of his apartment, a bigger part of him was hoping it wasn't the latter. That outcome would mean he would have to go after her and Charlie did not want to have to put in that much effort to make her stay. But, she had made a good point. If he didn't listen to her, she wouldn't help him out anymore and that was something he relied on. The ball was in her court now and Charlie gave her a challenging look before he shrugged and took a bite from his slice of pizza.

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: Just as Indie was getting pulled into the kiss and pressing herself closer to him, she was laying on her back as he sat up on his phone. Her eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she watched him order a pizza. Instead of speaking up, she rolled her eyes and watched him. Charlie frustrated her in more ways than one. He was an asshole more often than not. Yet she found herself hanging out with him more than anyone else in this small town she had been forced into. Maybe because he reminded of the types of guys she had around her in LA or maybe because she enjoyed the thrill of fighting with him but regardless, she enjoyed being his friend. As he laid back down with a stupid grin on his face, she wrinkled her nose at him. "Fucker. But thank you. I'm hungry and since you clearly are too scared to get creative with my second request, I suppose you should put that shirt of yours back on." Indie rolled onto the side and tapped his collarbone gently a few times, "Let me get it for you." She gave him the sweetest, sarcastic smile she could muster before sitting up a little and reaching over him. In this attempt, she pressed her chest against his and searched around on the ground. "Hm..I need to readjust." Indie straddled his hips and reached down onto the ground to find his shirt, while subtly rocking her hips into his. A clear overdramatic sigh came from her lips as she looked back at him. "Must be on the other side of the room." Before he could stop her from moving, she smirked and got off the bed. A few moments later, she tossed his shirt at his face and laughed as she crossed her arms.

Charlie: She was driving him absolutely nuts. At first when he felt her chest press against his, Charlie merely let out an annoyed grunt. It wasn't until she purposely rocked her hips into his that he groaned, unable to stop himself. He couldn't help it and just as he was going to wrap his arms around her waist, Indie was gone in the blink of an eye. The next thing Charlie knew, his shirt was hitting his face and he reluctantly put it back on, glaring at Indie the whole time. "Hate you sometimes," he muttered softly as he got up from the bed and started walking towards her. His eyes narrowed slightly as his fingers wrapped around her wrist and he tugged on it, pulling her back into the living room with him. Without giving her a chance to say anything, Charlie sat down on the couch and pulled Indie on top of him. He effortlessly moved her legs to rest on either side of him before he pressed his lips hard to hers. He waited until he felt her return the kiss before sliding his hands along her thighs, sides, around to her back, anywhere his fingertips could reach. Groaning into the kiss, Charlie pushed his tongue past her lips and kissed her harder as he felt her hips move down slightly into his which caused him to smirk to himself. He let the kiss become more heated while he slid his hand down to her inner thigh, massaging her skin slowly as he pulled her closer. As usual, he could feel her fighting for control but Charlie wasn't backing down on this one. This was his way of getting back at her for the little stunt she pulled a few minutes ago. His fingers gradually slid underneath her shorts and after pushing her underwear to the side, his thumb began to tease her slowly. He then broke the kiss to trail his lips down to her neck, sucking hard on a patch of skin and letting his teeth lightly graze her skin. He made sure to keep his thumb moving at a slow enough pace in order to frustrate Indie endlessly. He couldn't help but chuckle against her at the desperate sounds she made, he knew he was winning. As if right on cue a few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Charlie quickly pulled his hand back before shrugging with a smug look on his face, "I'll go get that." She was going to kill him for getting her so worked up only to have him stop so abruptly and he thought it was hilarious. Being the asshole that he was, Charlie let out a laugh as he moved her off of him and went to pay for the pizza.

[stellashart]

What? No! It’s not boring, in fact I’ve always lived like this.

[charlie-westbrook]

Like I said, boring. It's healthy to change up your routine, you know.

[stellashart]

The highlight of today was leaving my house and going for a walk. Maybe I should do this more often.

[charlie-westbrook]

You must lead a boring life if that was the highlight.

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: A small gasp came out of her mouth as he pulled her on top of him. She shifted a little and purposefully grinded her hips into his. Indie smirked down at him, running her index fingers along his shoulders. She knew where this could head. More like where he thought it was going but just like him, she didn't like to play fair. "Well to humor your curiousity if you did decide to play fair and return some favors to me like I was promised...twice now just to remind you. I supposed I would ask for you to.." She trailed off and leaned her face closer to his before just barely brushing her tongue against his lower lip. Indie raised her eyebrows suggestively before kissing down to his ear tantalizingly slow. She lightly nipped at a sensitive spot on his neck before whispering to him. "Order me pizza." Indie stayed quiet for a moment before dropping her head into his neck as she giggled, finding herself working him all up so amusing. After calming herself down, she pulled back and gave him a big grin as she moved her hands onto his neck. "I'm hilarious aren't I? Now for my second favor, it will involve you more heavily. Specifically your mouth. Now you can get creative with that." Her voice got quieter at the end of her words. Indie nudged her nose against his before pressing her lips against his just barely.

Charlie: He let out a low groan as Indie's lips trailed along his skin. With a laugh at her suggestion, Charlie shook his head. He should have known she would have said something silly like ordering a pizza. Her giggle was infectious and he laughed with her before sliding his hands along her back. His eyebrows rose at her second request, a smirk tugging at his lips as her nose brushed his. "I'll see what I can do about that," he mumbled softly before feeling her lips against his. He lifted his head slightly to kiss her again, a little harder this time. Humming lightly, Charlie pulled her closer to him for a moment as he kissed her. Just before the kiss could progress any further, he broke it and pulled her off of him so he could sit up on the bed, running a hand through his messy hair. "I guess I'll order that pizza now." Smirking to himself, he reached out for his phone and ordered a large meat lovers pizza from the nearest pizzeria without asking Indie what toppings she wanted. All she had specified was pizza and if he was going to pay for it, he was going to make sure it was something he liked. After hanging up, Charlie stretched on the bed and shook out his hair before looking over at Indie, "Pizza should be here soon, you're welcome."

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: She rolled her eyes at his antics that were so typical of him. Indie couldn't deny the fact that she found them amusing and charming. After letting him settle into the bed, she didn't hesitate to straddle his hips and run her fingers along his sides. It wasn't like she hadn't given massages before but it had been quick a long time. Her eyes rolled at the thought of Charlie complaining about it. With a small smirk, she started to knead into his shoulders. She could tell from the sound of his deep breath that her working out the knots in his back was working. A laugh came out of her mouth at his words. Indie shook her head and pressed her hands a little harder into his lower back. "Pfftt, you couldn't afford me, Westbrook. I'm not a cheap, happy ending masseuse." She grinned and pressed little circles into his lower back for a while. It was nice seeing him so relaxed especially after seeing him look so lost and tired earlier. Finally she dropped her hands to either side of the bed, watching him for a moment. Indie leaned down and nipped at his shoulder, "Now wake up. You owe me." She rolled off of him and laid on her side next to him. Indie poked his shoulder repeatedly with a smile. "How was it?" She raised her eyebrows even though she knew how well she did. However, she wanted to hear him admit it.

Charlie: For a few moments, Charlie dozed off. The calm atmosphere in the room paired with the soothing feel of Indie's hands kneading slow circles into his back relaxed him so much that before he knew it, there she was next to him poking his shoulder like the annoying little shit he knew she was. With a groan, he rolled onto his side to face her and rubbed at his eyes, his voice thick, "Much too short if you ask me, but it'll do for now." Charlie yawned, too exhausted to get up from the bed as his eyes slowly slid along her body. He couldn't deny that Indie looked gorgeous laying on his bed like that and as his second wind kicked in, he smirked before grabbing her waist and pulling her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he held firmly onto her waist, smirking up at her. She looked good from this angle and he subtly licked his lips as his thumbs slipped under her shirt to brush her sides. "What now, Hale? Am I supposed to do something nice for you since you did something nice for me?" After pretending to contemplate it, he made a face and shook his head, "That would be the fair thing to do, wouldn't it? But I never play fair." His face remained serious, but Charlie was only teasing her of course. With a hum, his fingers slowly started to trail across her lower back under her shirt as he spoke before she had a chance to say anything, "Out of curiosity, what exactly would we be doing if the decision was up to you?"

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: Putting up a tough front was nearly impossible with him. He broke her down so easily. Much quicker than any other boy had done. She slid her fingers onto the back of his neck as he kissed her skin. Indie rolled her eyes, knowing he was doing all of this just to mess with her. She tilted her head to the side to give him more access as she played with the ends of his hair. "You're definitely not always nice. You're always a jerk." As he tugged on her ear lobe, Indie let out a soft gasp before he pulled back. Her nose wrinkled at him. "You owe me two things now. You're just racking them up aren't you?" She slid off of the couch and away from him, walking straight into his room without looking back. Indie didn't verbally say yes but she knew he would follow anyways. When the door opened merely a few seconds after, she turned around and nearly ran into his chest. She tilted her head to look up at him. "First I crawl in your window for you. Then I give you a massage. You better be up for anything I want later." Indie laughed softly as she turned back to him and started to pull his shirt up over his head. Indie leaned in to kiss along his jaw a few times before pressing her lips to his for a moment. She wasn't sure why but since she saw him defeated earlier she wanted to kiss him. Indie gave a little smirk before nodding to the bed with a hum.

Charlie: After letting his eyes roam along her body as she walked into his room, Charlie quickly downed the rest of his beer and started following her. He let out a soft laugh as they bumped into each other and let her take off his shirt. When he felt his lips on hers, he raised his eyebrows slightly before smirking down at her. "If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was say so." With a chuckle, Charlie pretended to undo his pants before nudging her arm a little playfully as he made his way onto the bed. He flopped down onto his stomach and relaxed into the bed, waiting for Indie to begin. They had never really done something like this before but at this point, Charlie had no reason to refuse her offer. His eyes closed slowly as he felt the bed dip beside him and he felt Indie's hands begin to work their way along his back. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he felt the tension in his muscles start to release under her touch. Smirking to himself, Charlie mumbled against the pillow, "You know, if that photography career doesn't take off, I wouldn't mind hiring you as my personal masseuse. What do you think?" He felt her hands dig in a little harder into his back at that comment which caused him to let out a low hiss in response. Despite the brief pain, he grinned, satisfied with her reaction before letting himself relax a little more into the bed. This day felt never ending - he wasn't even sure what time it was anymore. All he could get his mind to focus on was the feel of Indie's hands firmly massaging circles into his back and he couldn't deny that it was just what he needed. He would happily lay on the bed like this for hours.

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: Her eyebrows furrowed at his words as she sipped from her own bottle. Just as she almost opened her mouth to complain about his vague response, he read her mind. Indie tapped her fingers against the neck of the beer bottle as she listened to his story. His list of things going wrong reminded her of her father when she was a little girl. He always struggled to make ends meet. She remembered him coming home and just looking so worn out that he barely had time to ask how her day was before going straight to bed. Indie in return started to work at his surf shop and did various little jobs throughout her adolescence. Her nose wrinkled and let out a soft laugh. "I could not see you in a kitchen, not even as a chef. I've barely seen you in that one!" Indie nodded to his kitchen before jumping slightly from the poke. "Hey! I busted my ass before though! Taking pictures doesn't always pay the bills." She sipped her beer again before setting it down on the coffee table and moving closer to him. "However, I am taking a little bit of pity on you, today. You looked pretty pathetic earlier." Giving him a small smirk, she lightly tapped his jaw. "And maybe if you're nice to me I could be convinced to give you a massage but..maybe."

Charlie: He glanced over at his kitchen and laughed as he nodded his head. It was rare that the boy cooked a real meal for himself - he had never learned how to and anything he tried to make for himself since moving out on his own had ended up tasting like shit. Looking back over at Indie, he raised his eyebrows in interest at her suggestion. "Oh, come on, Indie. I'm always nice, aren't I?" With a charming smile, Charlie let one of his hands slide against her thigh as he let his chin rest on her shoulder. He inched closer to her on the couch and gently pressed his lips to her neck, humming against her as his hand squeezed her leg. Charlie knew she was going to give in no matter what but he would never pass up a chance to get her all worked up. As his lips glided gently along her neck, he mumbled huskily in her ear, "I'll make it up to you later." His teeth tugged lightly at her earlobe before he kissed his way down to her neck again, all the while walking his fingers slowly up her leg. Just before his fingers could move too high up, Charlie pulled back and put on his sweetest smile, "Well? You're not going to make me beg, are you?"

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: As he disappeared into the bathroom she hummed and got up to grab two beers from the fridge. She looked around and found a magazine to put one down on the coffee table for him before leaning back and opening her own. Indie felt pretty tired from her own day. The meetings with her accountant and Briarwood mangement always stressed her out. She almost wished she had booked a shoot after to relax behind the camera. Her eyes closed as she sipped the beer to take a moment to relax. It had been about ten minutes when she heard the door open from the bathroom. Indie glanced over at him as he sat down next to her then nodded to the beer she got out for him. "I worked. Well I had annoying meetings, no shoots today. I just had gotten home when I got your text. I almost didn't come right away, but I missed having company." She laughed with a small shrug and sipped her beer as she put her legs on his lap. The girl did miss him but there was no way she was going to admit it outloud to him. Charlie would definitely tease her endlessly. Quickly she changed the subject before he could say anything else. "What had you so disheveled? You looked like you were gonna collapse." Indie smirked at him and leaned her head against the back of the couch.

Charlie: He reached out to open up the beer she had gotten for him, muttering a soft thanks to her before taking a couple of sips. When she admitted almost not coming right away, he shot a glare at her before smirking at the next thing she said. He was about to comment on it but she quickly spoke again, causing him to sigh heavily, "Nothing, it was just a long day." Charlie lifted his shoulders slightly and took another sip of his beer. Lately, he had been working as often as he could and it was starting to wear him out. It wasn't only because of the money which he desperately needed, it also gave him something to do to get out of the house. He knew it was nobody's fault but his own that he hardly had any friends to hang out with but Charlie didn't care. He had Cam and Indie and he was okay with that. The thing he hated was spending days sitting alone in his apartment doing nothing at all. As he glanced over at Indie, he could tell she wasn't satisfied with his answer so he elaborated, "I slept through my alarm, skipped breakfast, and we were understaffed at the club." With a disgusted look, he shuddered, "They wanted me to stay late to help in the kitchen and I thought they were joking. I'm not a fucking dishwasher." Shaking his head, Charlie poked Indie's side. "You're lucky all you have to do is take pictures. Not all of us have it that easy, Hale."

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: It was a rare occurrence to see Charlie this way. He just seemed off. Instead of being sassy and grumpy, he just seemed drained and defeated. She didn't like seeing him like this. Things usually were so playful and there was so many things she could say to joke around but she knew it wasn't the time. Indie furrowed her eyebrows at him, looking him up and down. Despite how much they bicker, Charlie was one of her closest friends in Haven. He would do the same for her without a word. She stayed silent for a moment and nodded curtly. The girl squeezed his arm gently with a smile, "I don't mind, Charlie. I just might need a little lift to get up." She let go of his arm and moved over to what she knew as the window to his kitchen. It was easy to open up the window as well as the screen, she glanced back at him and gave him to nod to help her up. Quickly and with ease, she climbed through the window onto his kitchen counter. She hopped off of it and brushed off her legs before making her way to his front door. Indie gave it a tug and it pulled open. "Easy enough, home sweet home." She moved away from his door with a small smirk and went to sit on his couch to wait for him to get settled.

Charlie: He was relieved that Indie seemed to understand he had had a rough day so far and silently thanked her for not commenting on his current state. After helping boost her up through the window and waiting a few moments, his front door opened and Charlie was so grateful he contemplated kissing Indie. Of course he didn't, but the thought lingered in his mind for a moment before shaking it off as he stepped into the apartment. "Thanks, Hale. I owe you." He watched as she made herself comfortable on his couch and sighed as he dragged his body over towards the bathroom. Before closing the door behind him, he motioned towards the kitchen and called out to her, "There's food and beer in the fridge, help yourself." Normally, Charlie wouldn't be so trusting with leaving someone alone in his apartment but Indie wasn't just some girl he hooked up with, she was his friend and he felt comfortable enough to leave her on her own while he went to shower. After showering and changing into some clean clothes, Charlie felt a lot better than he had earlier. As he returned to the living room he spotted Indie on the couch and plopped down next to her, letting out a deep sigh, "So what did you do today?"

[levisht-blog]

I refuse to believe that summer is actually ending. I’m really not ready to go back to school.

[charlie-westbrook]

No one's making you go back.

[oliverhathaway]

               ”Wait…so, we are friends?”

[charlie-westbrook]

No, we are most certainly not friends. I don't even know you.

[camsffs-deactivated20160128]

All I wanted to do was pick up the last book in my series but going to the bookstore is back to school hell right now. 

[camsffs-deactivated20160128]

[charlie-westbrook]

Order it online, you won't have to leave your place.

[charlie-westbrook]

End Up Here || Indie + Charlie

Indie: Arriving home so early was always a blessing for the girl. Her schedule was never set like a lot of people. But she wouldn't want it any other way. In fact working a 9 to 5 job was never in her future. But today she felt lucky that she got out early in the afternoon. Indie walked straight into her room immediately to change. Usually she dressed fairly casual for her shoots but on days when she had to also run to meetings, she wore more work appropriate clothing. Today had been one of those days and she was dying to take off the stiff clothing. She had told herself that night was going to dedicated to cleaning and organizing her apartment but just as she slid on leggings and a tshirt, she felt her phone buzz. Reading his text made her eyes roll. Charlie had sent her booty call texts before. Typically they weren't during the afternoon but it didn't surprise her. Indie considered ignoring the message and continuing on with her plans for the night. She huffed softly and tossed her phone on the bed. However, she really could use some company. Being busy the last month of work made her a bit lonely. Indie slid on shoes before grabbing her keys and starting down to his apartment. Her eyebrows raised when she saw him outside of his door on the ground. "Now I know you really want me but this is a little eager, Westbrook." She smirked down at him with a small laugh, "What are you doing out here?"

Charlie: He lifted his head once he heard footsteps coming his way. When he saw Indie, he let out a small sigh of relief but the moment was short lived before he rolled his eyes at her comment. Charlie was so exhausted that he wasn't up for their usual banter today. Giving Indie a defeated look, he shrugged and slowly stood up, "I'm locked out and I need your help. I'm not small enough to crawl through the window and open the door from the inside." Indie probably thought he was insane and given the circumstances, he didn't blame her. There was no mirror around but Charlie knew he looked like a mess right now with his hair all dishevelled and the layer of sweat covering his skin. The boy absolutely hated feeling vulnerable but with the way his day was going, he was beyond caring. "Please, Indie, this day has been shit and I'd like to get inside." Knowing her, she would probably make him work for a favor as big as this but as this point, he was desperate. "We can do whatever you want after, I swear."