â Theater isnât for all of us. â Peter said with a smirk on his face. The old metal of the bench made a quiet creak as the other boy sat down. Peter tossed his arm on top of the bench seat, tapping his fingers to some silent melody against the warm metal. â I know those talks have never worked on you, why do you think Iâve stopped? â Peter said, turning towards the other boy, â There is something bothering you, nobody needs you worrying your pretty little head. â Peter continued; he moved his hand to give Charlie a teasing flick on the back of his neck. â Besides, knowing your sisters, I know youâd much rather confide in me. â Peter added with a wink, hidden behind his sunglasses. Peter had his ways of weaseling into anyone and everyoneâs business and getting info out. His hair seemed to be full of volume thanks to products, it was actually secrets.
Charlie followed a wordless hum of assent, his gaze focusing on his sneakers as a hint of a smile tugged at one of the corners of his mouth. "That's a bold statement," he replied, a throaty chuckle weaving through his words. Sure, Peter was onto something. While Charlie adored his sisters and trusted them, he often liked to keep his problems to himself. Finally, he glanced at him. Studying his features before asking, "Why should I trust you, Peter?" Leaning hard on the last syllable as he shifted in his seat to be face to face with him. "and don't give me the 'I'm your team captain, you can trust me' bullshit." Trusting Peter, or anyone, as a matter of fact, was easier said than done. Charlie was mistrustful by nature.
Scraps of eraser rubbings and pencil shavings surrounded the thin piece of paper covered with equations. The calculator by his side, just in case he needed it. Charlie often found himself in this position, overloaded with work because he'd decided to procrastinate during the week and now he only had a few days to finish. "Fuck," he groaned before he laid his arms down on the table and buried his head in them. He sensed someone was approaching, so he raised one hand and signed them to move on. "I'm fine, just having a meltdown. Carry on," he mumbled without lifting his head. Â
Peter stared at Charlie blankly for a moment, unable to recognize him for a second. â Yeah, sure, whatever⊠â Peter strained as he sat up, stretching. He relaxed into a sitting position with a satisfying crack of his back. Peter looked back at Charlie, â Your fake cough is shit by the way, â he stated, pushing his sunglasses over his eyes, â come hither, young Charles. â Peter added, patting the empty side of the bench next to himself. Peterâs soft spot at school was always his team and his girlfriend, it was unusual to see his grumpy exterior disappear under any other situation. But Peter was actually a good captain, despite his weird ways of showing it, he cared about them.
An infamous shit-eating grin spread across his face, well aware that Peter didn't buy his excuse but like most things in his life he just shrugged it off. "Is it? I guess all those years in the drama club were a waste of time," Charlie said followed by a dramatic sigh. "Please, Peter," he started as he sat down next to him, "save the speech about missing practice. I'm immune to it." Peter was a good captain, and he had put up with a lot of Charlie's bullshit over the years. In a way, he wished he could be as committed to the team as Peter was, but these days Charlie hardly committed to anything.
Jackie picked through her patterns, everything from vintage patterns of pumpkin queen costumes to the modern sexy pizza slash Spiderman combo costume. How she had come into possession of the latter was a mystery to her, but she figured it might be a funny costume for a particularly weird party, so she kept it. âI could just buy a costume, but where is the fun in that. I have to make it. Would you be willing to help me choose which one? I promise itâll be fun and Iâll buy you lunch.â
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Before she offered lunch, Charlie was thinking of multiple excuses to get out of this situation. The thought of helping someone pick patterns made him have flashbacks to those days when his mother used to take him to her studio. Not fun times. However, Charlie Sutton was a weak man for free food. "As long as it doesn't take more than an hour, I'll help you," he said as he looked at some of the patterns. "Definitely not pumpkin. You need to be more original than that." Not like he was en expert on Halloween costumes, but that didn't stop him from vetoing choices.
Fluffy clouds lazily floated in the sky above campus. Clumps of students sat in one of the many courtyards on campus, enjoying as much of the good weather as they could before it got colder again. With his entire body sprawled on a bench, lay Peter; he had a sweater tucked under his head, eyes closed with sunglasses covering them. The shadow of a figure suddenly blocked the warmth of the sun from his face. Squinting, he pushed his glasses up, glancing at the person standing above him, â What do you want? â
It was one of those days when Charlie wanted to do everything but what he was supposed to. He had a pile of exercises to solve and an essay to write but zero motivation to spend time on it. On top of it all, he had rowing practice that day and he felt very apathetic towards that as well. The only reason he'd joined the rowing team was that his father had suggested him to do physical activity. Naively, he believed rowing would be easy. Oh, how wrong he'd been. Coming back from the library he spotted Peter sleeping on a bench. He stood next to him, blocking the sun before smiling down at him as he opened his eyes. "Can you tell coach I can't make it to practice today? I can't make it today. I'm..." he paused, feigning a coughing fit before adding, "I'm sick."
hello friends, iâm ella and i wonât bore yâall talking about myself. so iâll just go straight to our boi charlie
.basic information
NAME: charles alexander sutton
NICKNAME: charlie
GENDER: cis male
PLACE OF BIRTH: london, uk
DATE OF BIRTH: april 21, 1998
AGE: twenty-two
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual
CLUBS: bibliophiles, karaoke
SPORTS: rowing
.background
vic and evie's younger brother. father is a stockbroker, mom is a fashion designer. born and raised in london. i believe those are the basics, you can read more in his sisterâs intros.
while their mother was very hard on them, she definitely wasn't as severe with charlie as she was with his sisters. in a way, he was a lot more spoiled.Â
a very pragmatic child, charlie has an opinion about everything. thatâs one of the reasons why his mother doesnât even bother anymore to argue with him, because she knows itâs pointless and just a waste of energy.
a brilliant student, charlie particularly excelled at math. however, he did have an attitude problem. he had no boundaries or respect for the authority and overall, he didn't agree with the school system and soon enough he began skipping classes.Â
when he wasn't at school, charlie spent most of his time at the library or at museums. of course, when he was brought to the principal's office, he didn't believe that's what he was doing. being at a catholic school, the principal believed that any student who skipped classes was a sexual deviant who did drugs.Â
he was almost expelled for truancy, but thankfully, his father was able to convince the principal to give him another chance. eventually, charlie graduated and didn't miss a single class during his senior year. he mostly did that because he didn't want to disappoint his father. charlie worships his father, and he's probably the only person with whom he won't argue.
after high school, charlie decided to take a gap year much to his mother's disdain and went backpacking to south america. there, he met someone and well, he fell hard for them. once his gap year ended, he decided to go to college in the us as the person he was dating with went there.
long story short, things ended (badly) between them and charlie came back to england. he enrolled in bainbridge and moved in with his sisters. he currently studies maths and philosophy because it's the perfect mix between two things he likes.
loves learning, and like everyone in his family he's also into art but he just likes to appreciate it because he's not the most creative person.
he does like going out occasionally. he likes strong drinks and the nasty habit of smoking.Â
personality-wise, charlie either talks a lot or he doesn't talk at all. there's literally no in-between. he can be very reserved, and can often also be naturally impassive which leads some people to think he's aloof. he doesn't like being the centre of attention unless it's karaoke night (his guilty pleasure). he is not the most spontaneous kind of guy, he overthinks and he likes planning. if you need someone to tell you the truth without sugarcoating it, he's your guy.
