It was the best of times,

[cj-rogers]

locked,

[ So Charlie Jo was kicked out. And yes, she had left out the door because the conversation was over, right? The last words were said. Decisions were made. The end. Charlie Jo was family-less from now until forever. And was she okay with that? She’d have to learn to be.

But she decided that she was going back to say something. Because she was too busy fuming at the idea. She was being kicked out because of her stupid baby brother.  Seeing red, she made it back through the door, through the kitchen, and up the stairs to pack herself a bag of what? She didn't even know? She just threw a whole bunch of shit in her old military pack and she didn't even take a moment to scan the room for anything she had missed. No.

And in her anger she stomped down the steps, clearing her face of all tears, and she dug in that pocket of hers retrieving her set of keys to the house and her car.  Once the digging was done, she took the key ring and threw it on the counter, and she waited for her parents to say something. Anything. But she would have to be the one to speak first.]

I never wanted a brother. I never asked for a brother. Once in my life.

That wasn't your decision Charlie Jo.

Was it yours? Did you just decide you were going to have another baby without even running it by me?!

It wasn't planned, no, Charlie. We’ve been over this.

[ She's shaking her head because she stiLL DOESn'T bELIEVE THIS, and she's digging through her pockets for another item, her phone. Because it would be disconnected soon anyways. Again, it's tossed on the counter.]

In case you worry about why I'm not answering my phone.

Charlie you don't have to do this.

No, he said--

I gave you a choice. You live with your decision.

Well, I'm not changing anytime soon, Dad. You can take away my shit, take away my door, send me away, drug test me, lock me up. I don't see any changes, do you???

[ And it was a trick question, because Charlie had seen some changes in herself. She had relapsed a couple of times, sure. But she had changed. Right? It wasn't all for nothing. Right? Because she did know that she was wrong, and she had done wrong.]

Not in front of me, no.

[ And a shake of Charlie's head as she attempted to bite back a couple of tears which were streaming down her face.]

So why continue this lie? Why pretend? For the sake of who? My baby brother? My parents, who can't trust me? The friends I don't exactly have? What's the point?

You brought this on yourself, Charlie.

I've made mistakes, yes. But I'm not going to be the family embarrassment anymore. I'm not a part of this family anymore. You don’t even have to say my name. Burn me out of pictures. Sell all the shit in my room. It’s not mine anymore.

That's not what we want Charlie.

Are you sure??  [ And she's looking between both of them. GlARINg even. And there's no response.] You know what. Nevermind. Fuck it. [ Her hands are in the air, and she's slowly backing away.] You don't want me here. I don't want to fucking be here. Here's the solution. Charlie Jo leaves forever, and she's never coming the fuck back. Eyes look your fucking last.

[ But they didn't. Not hers, at least, because she was crying again. And they wouldn't see her cry as she left. Right? So she took that anger in her voice, and she turned on her way, and she slammed the door behind her and headed off. Where? She would decide that later.]

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[ So the sun had crept in too harshly. Way too harshly and the steam of a hot shower jerked Charlie Jo awake along with the smell of Winnie's beAUtiful smelling shower products. What the heck was she using anyways? Fairy's breath and flower extract. By god.

And how did she get here? Her brain tried to rewind. Her brain tried to remanence, but it was nothing but a solid blackout. She remembered hanging out with Beau. She remembered having a regular birthday before he showed up. She remembered he suggested a club. But was it just one club? She remembered Tiff was there. Tiff bought the first round of shots, right? She remembered dancing the night away. She remembered Beau being annoying and talking about his girlfriend. She remembered him trying to find a girl for her but it didn't explain...

Was Winnie the girl?

An exhale escaped her, 'Shit'.

How did she manage to wind up in Winnie's bed, and why was her heAD hURTing so much? How much did she actuALLY hAVE TO DRINK?? And where was her phone? And wasn't she nOT SUPPOSED TO BE SPEAKING TO WINNIE? And was WInnie the giRL??? Winnie couldn't have been the girl. The point of the girl is to find a random girl. A girl you hadn't slept with, and for all Beau knew--- Wait. That meant Beau had learned the -- no Beau alREADy KNEW THE TRUTH...

So the panic in her arose, as she shifted out of that comfortable mess of a bed. And yes it was hard to rip herself away from that, but she had to get out. Because the rules are 'no fucking sleepovers.' Especially when it came to a birthday present....

So she looked around for her shoes, her phone, her keys, her wallet. And she must have caused a commotion because Winnie was now calling after her from her shower. And why would she leave the door ajar?

Isn't that a telltale sign that they had in fact.......

Squeezing her eyes shut, she mumbled a quick 'fuck' before grabbing for her items. Sorry, jacket, you're staying here-- and she bolted for the window.

But wait, is that a cup of coffee on the side table?? Did Winnie Warner surpass all one night stands ever, by supplying Charlie Jo with liquid gold??? Did Charlie Jo find the riGHt girl, finally? Did Charlie Jo have to marry Winnie Warner before Miguel did? That would have to be answered after drinking that comforting bean water, right?

So she grabbed the cup in a hurry, thinking it was warm, but as she rose it to her lips, she could taste the stale coLDNESS of the decaf and nearly spit up on Winnie's pink carpet. Yikes. Winnie was definitely not the girl... but perhaps she'd given it to Charlie before the deed happened... now that was still wife material...

sNAP out oF IT CHARLIE JO-- is what her brain was shrieking at her.

And now the shower was being turned off-- so that was a sign to get the hell out of dodge, because Winnie, I can't face you now. Nor ever again especially if these assumptions are correct. So Charlie did so. She aimed for the window, and she bolted. And how did she land? Not so gracefully. Not at all. Because the window was still locked, so she had to rip it open with some strength. And she could hear Winnie digging in bathroom cabinets for a towel. She was pressed for time. So one leg over the ledge, then another, and the last sight Charlie had seen was a wide-eyed Winnie concerned for the landing, and poor Cj had plummeted.

And another 'Fuck' as she raised a hand to feel the scrape on her face from landing in the bushes.

And it was a loud cursing because there was a matching 'Rogers??' from behind the nearby glass window. And the temperature in Charlie's blood turned cold, as her eyes met his. 

Ronnie Warner's shocked face matched that of his parents', as Charlie gathered herself, or tried to. But she was frozen still, out of fear.

And before her brain could click that she had been caught there was a Ronnie Warner looking as if he was running to the door to catch her.

So the fear in her heart-- the fear that the boy had struck in her from their last encounter-- had her running, and fAst because she was not about to get her ass kicked a second time.

So she took off in one direction, not really knowing if it was the right one at first because her main goal was to escape the killing machine, Ronnie Warner. And for a moment she could hear his soccer footsteps catching up, and yelling profanities at her. And talking some big talk for ‘TOUCHING MY SISTER’

That was until a nearby car had stopped him. Who was it? She really couldn't tell, but she kept running, aiming for a shortcut to her house. And no she didn't look back.]

[cj-rogers]

locked,

You're kicking me out. [It's said rather flatly for a girl who's still not lOOKing at her father. and the father is rather quiet for the truth bomb he had just laid out. Sage had just returned from her phone call and she's stepping into this conversation with a confused expression...]

You have until the end of the week to decide if you want to be a productive part of this family. It's your choice, Charlie.

Well, what if I already know that I don't want to be a part of this shitty family.

Then I want you out. [ It's a pause and neither of these two is really looking at each other. No, Steve's eyes are at the wall behind her head, and Charlie's are at the floor at his feet.] Since you think you're so much of an adult now. Since you think just because you're 18, and just because you had an 18th birthday yesterday that you can do whatever you want. If that's you're choic--

Wait a minute, Steve. Let's think this over.

[ A scoff, and Charlie's getting up from her seat already. And she's not planning on saying anything. And she's walking past both of her parents and she's shaking her head.]

Charlie, wait.

[But there are not enough pleas from her mother that could turn her away. No Dad has to stop her. Because Dad is the one kicking her out right?]

When you realize you've made a mistake, Charlie Jo, you should feel free to come back and apologize to both of us Until then, don't bother!

[ And she's snarling at that walking out with tear-filled eyes as the sun hits her face a little too harshly-- and she's got to find a place to sleep this off. And as she's walking rather aimlessly in her drunken nasty hungover mess, her brain continues to try to recap the following...]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [ So Charlie had called Winnie an angel? Her face turned pink. And she tried to forget that compliment all the way home. And Charlie Jo tried to forget that she had even said it but as the time was passing and as Winnie was displaying patience after patience her words were only proving to be true.

And it was all she could do but to throw glance after glance at that Warnerbaby as she drove and feel herself fall completely enamored with her company. But that was drunk Charlie Jo being drunk Charlie Jo,  ri g ht?

Even after struggling to help Charlie Jo into her car, Winnie had on a soft face. And even after explaining to a drunk Charlie Jo that she had to be quiet as she was going to be sneaking her into her house-- Winnie Warner wore a smile as if to say she had control of the situation.]

I'm not sure if Ronnie's home, but if he is, he's probably in his room. My parents will be asleep. So you have to be quiet until we get upstairs.

I know how to sneak out of a house Winnie Warner. And you forget I've sneaked in here before.

You're not climbing a tree and hopping into my window this time. We're taking the front door.

No, I can climb the tree again. I'll fucking show you.

You could break your neck, also.

[ And the look on Winnie's face was one to say that's not happening, so Charlie Jo nodded a 'Fine' rolled her eyes, and attempted to open the door herself. --she ended up locking her self in though, and Winnie laughed it off with a tossing of her head. Like 'Come on, Dumby'.]

You really are an angel. You can't dispute that.

Charlie, please stop calling me that. Nothing about this is angelic. I shouldn't have helped you with Tiffany and I shouldn't be sneaking you into my house right now, and I'm trying to forgive you and everything you said last time we spoke but giving you the benefit of the doubt is hard when you keep saying things like that.

[ A 'pFT alright' as they approached the door. And Winnie took her time unlocking the lock, opening the door and peaking in. Just to make sure the coast was clear. It was. In fact, her family seemed to be either all asleep or all out still? It hadn't mattered. She still raised a finger to Charlie's lips as if to remind her to be quiet just in case.

And that didn't stop Charlie from laughing a little too loudly. Which Winnie responded with a hushing equally as loudly--going so far as covering her mouth with her hand.

Her eyes flashed upstairs. Had anyone heard?? It didn't seem like it. And once she offered a 'Hello' to the air up there, the coast seemed too clear.

They headed up. And Winnie was getting flashbacks of her birthday night. The stumbling and the falling up the stairs. The spilling of a drink on the staircase and the sound Charlie Jo made as she chuckled her way up in breathless huffs. It was a bittersweet memory. One she was still regretting. Would she come to regret this one too?? bEt?

And making it up the top of the staircase, they were successful in only losing half of Charlie's coffee. But she would need water anyways. To replace it, right?]

Here-- [ And Winnie's opened the door to let Charlie enter.] I'm going to get you some water.

[And Charlie's already nose-dived onto Winnie's bed.]

OKay...?

No. I'm fine.

Are you sure? I'll be right back.

No, don't leave me alone in here. I'll forget where I am and I'll freak out and jump out the window.

[ So Winnie doesn't want this... option, so she's closing the door behind her-- locking it this time.]

Fine. Will you at least take off your shoes, please?

Yeah. Mhm. [ Since Charlie hasn't really moved, so Winnie is going for those feet to help her.]

Charlie, I'd like an explanation as to why you were fighting with your ex-girlfriend. There's no need for that type of violence-- in actions or words.

[ And Charlie's rolling over, because Winnie don't untiE THEm. They are tied perfectly-- but it's too late. and she's huffing and kicking her own shoes off.]

I'm gonna pass out. We'll talk about it tomorrow.

I'm a little scared that in the morning you'll remember that you're not speaking to me.

Oh, yeah. [A chuckle.] I'm not speaking to you. How could I forget? [And she's zipping her mouth closed, and laying her head on a pillow, but alas, she has to speak.] You know Winnie. You wanna know a secret?

I'm not sure I do.

I regret not sleeping with you on your birthday.

[ThoSE RED CHEEKS ARE bACk, and she’s tossing a shoe to her right, now working on the other....]

Not like sleeping-- like doing it. For all, I know the option is still open. [And she's  side-eyeing the shoe that was tossED.] Like maybe one day when we're both not fucking trashed. [ A nod.] But just sleeping over.

Well, you'll be sleeping over now.

No, you see, if I wouldn't have left, I wouldn't have gotten caught by the cops again, and I wouldn’t have woken up to parents who weren't as pissed off and I don't know... me and Beau'd be best friends still, and Jack Daniels wouldn't be trying to get Nati and her ex together, and you wouldn't have had to tell Hanna or Abby anything and you'd still be the adorable cheerleader I'm half in love with.

[ Winnie's taken a pause at that.]

And sure, my parents still haven't forgiven me for that.. but for this. [ A shake of her head.] I literally lied to their faces. [ A scoff.] I'm just a person who does that now? Can you believe it???

[Winnie’s still trying to think over all this information she’s been given.] I'm sure they won't be pleased with you in the morning.

I'm expecting another blow-out yeah. But I missed you. [ A shrug.] And it sucks that we can't hang out anymore because people assume certain shit. And it's just complicated. Too many people ask me stupid stuff when we hang out and I'm tired of the complications it entails...

I missed you too, Charlie, but we can still hang out because I’m trying this thing where I’m not caring what other people think about me... Hence the missing pom-poms.

[ A shake of her head.] Nah. We can't. And honestly, I really don't wanna go home.

You don't have to.

But I should.

Not like this. We’ve already decided that we’re trying to avoid having a blow-out with your parents.

Yeah, well, I don't want to cause problems with you and your stupid boyfriend. And I don't wanna know things that I'm not supposed to know about Beau, and it's just--I don't wanna put myself in a situation where--

You're not causing problems.

Are you sure?  Because I'm convinced it's all I do these days.

Yes, and if what your saying is what Charlie Jo actually feels, then I want the same thing. I don't want anymore complications either. And if Miguel has a problem with us being friends-- because that's what we are. Just friends. [ And she's giving Charlie Jo a look because that is what we are. That is it. And you have to be okay with that.] It's a problem he'll have to get used to. Because I'll always want your friendship in my life. No matter how mean you can actually be.

That's sweet. [ And Charlie's sinking her head into a pillow and staring at the ceiling.] But when you and Miguel break up, I'm the next option, right?

[And it's a chuckle from Cj, and a 'Charlie Jo I've had enough of your shit' face from Winnie as she decides she's getting that glass of water.]

[cj-rogers]

locked,

I have had it with this behavior Charlie Jo. It's time you understand how serious I am.

I understand. [Eye bulging CHARLIE JO.] It's not like we haven't been having the same conversation since Thanksgiving. Or before. Fuck.

No, you don't, Charlie. We will not have you coming in from partying and drinking at all hours of the night.

Give me a break. It was my birthday...

So every other special occasion we're to expect you to go out and put yourself in trouble.

I didn't get into trouble last night.

You didn't come home, Charlie. Do you know how worried we were?! I was up all night waiting for yet another call from someone-- anyone telling me you were locked up yet again.

Well, I wasn't. Either way, I don't see what the big deal is. I made it home and I'm fine. I'm an ~adult now, so you don't have to worry about me.

The big deal is that your brother is going to be arriving in a couple of months. And you will not be setting that example for him.

[ A scoff from Charlie Jo. So this is what this is about....] So what? I have to pretend for the little asshole that I'm just one perfect daughter.

What did you just say, Charlie?

[ And she's crossed her arms over her chest, and looking away.]

You are not allowed to use that type of language especially to describe an infant, Charlie Jo.

[She's pursed her lips and she's not taking it back. Even if it was said out of complete anger and somewhat... truth....]

[Steve's hands have gone flying up.]  You have until the end of the month-- no end of the week to figure out what you're doing. [ The father has begun a pace across the kitchen. From one counter to the other, and his anger is surely boiling his brain.] --Because if you can't obey our rules, and you can't learn how to respect us anymore, then you can't live under this roof.

[She's not looking at her father still. Because if she does, she'll see if he's serious or not... But don't worry, we're back to Winnie in 3...2...1-]

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I'm not speaking to you by the way.

Yes, I see that.

[ And Charlie had been ushered in, and it was smart of Winnie to not have touched her because like you said Charlie Jo needS a chill pill and she was ready to flinch at any touch. And violently. Though she'd never actually hurt Winnie other than to shove the girl off of her, right??]

Get me a coffee, Warner.

[ Winnie-- the look on her face wasy saying that she was not taking that tone of voice. So she stood a moment and watched Charlie Jo as she attempted to balance herself against a table. Her eyes were barely open. She was swaying in a drunken state. And she seemed as if she would topple over any minute now. Winnie crossed her arms over her chest, and gave the girl an eyebrow raise, like bitch do you deserve coffee right now?]

Coffee, black.

[Winnie's eyes have shot up to the ceiling in annoyance because this ordering around was not what she needed after she had completely cLOSEd thE STORE. So there's a soft scoff from Winnie, and she's turning to fix some fresh coffee for Charlie Jo. Here's a secret tho, it's decaf. lol stRAIGHT pRANKEd.]

I thought you said you weren't talking to me.

[ ANd charlie at this point is causing some commotion and losing her balance and is about to knock over some chairs which are rested on top of tables, and once Winnie's set a brew button as fast as she could, she made her way over to Charlie Jo, to set her down in a booth. And Charlie-- she's gotta lay down.]

I'm not.

You've said about four sentences to me in the passing couple of minutes.

One was a fragment-- doesn't count.

That's five.

[ A groan from Charlie Jo because in her mind sentence fragments do. not. count. but there's no arguing with a drunk person so--.]

Happy Birthday, by the way...

[ Winnie's squeezed at a knee on Charlie Jo as she groaned even more. And it's surprising Charlie Jo didn't kick her away yIkes.]

Thank you.

[ It's said while covering her face because WINNIE. I'm nOT TALKING TO YOu.]

I texted you, but when you didn't respond, I assumed you blocked my number too.

No... [ A shake of her head, but not too much of a shake because all this laying down is making her dIZZY AF.] I got it. [And a gulping back some naUSEA.]

So it was just a case of you not using your manners-- much like you aren't now.

No, I was busy trying to find a birthday present to unwrap, but one probably shouldn't text that to someone she's not speaking to.

[ A side-eyed  is supplied because that was said with so much of a slur that she hardly recognizes the voice from which it came.]

So we're back to Old Charlie Jo then? All it took was you blocking everyone who's cared about you, and an 18th birthday, and she's back.

[Charlie's sitting up, and it's a sloth motion because be cAREFUL or shE mAY puke. But as she's caught those sad eyes of Winnie Warner... well she just might puKE ANYWAYS.]

Obviously not, as I'm here with you now. Maybe this was my plan all along~

[ And the coffee's been brewed and Winnie's shaken her head as she rises to retreieve her a cup.]

I think your plan was to go home with the ex- girlfriend, and had I not come out to stop you from hurting her even more it would have been a bad night.

Oh, she's fine. She's done worse to me!

[ It’s shouted as Winnie's pouring Charlie Jo a to go cup of decaf black coffee, shaking her head at that sentence and placing the lid on it carefully. She's set it on the counter, while she disappeared into the back. Where she presumably washed out the coffee pot, and let it dry overnight.

And she was gone for a long time, but Charlie hadn't noticed the time as her eyes were pressing together, and the tiredness was seeping in deeper and deeper.

But somewhere in her half-asleep state, she could hear Winnie speaking on the phone with someone. Canceling plans? Offering excuses? Explaining that she was too tired to stay awake any longer?

And that's when the back of the house lights turned off. Winnie's phone slid in her pocket and she had her keys and her purse with her-- she had her apron balled up inside and she was heading over to a half-asleep Charlie Jo with her coffee in her hand.]

Come on. We're going home.

Winnie. I'm probably going to puke in your car.

Well, you'll just have to clean it tomorrow then, won't you? Up you go. Come on.

[ Winnie had helped a Charlie Jo to her feet. The clinging Charlie Jo had a chance to look up at those stupid brown eyes and she had to utter something even more stupid.]

You're a literal angel.

[10outoftenn]

[cj-rogers]

locked,

You lied.

I lied. And you're both surprised.

Where were you?

[ A shutting of Charlie Jo's bloodshot and tired eyes as some salty tears peak at the brim of her eyelids with a rattle of her breath. Her parents stared down at her in her birthday clothes from the night before as she sat in the dining room chair.

It's a moment. Only a moment before Steve Rogers slams his fist down on the table in front of his daughter which jerks those eyes back open, out of fear.]

Ou-out?

[ And yes, the girl had indeed started a silent fit of crying. And she was trying her hardest to shake the aching looming over her head as her hangover throbbed throughout her whole body. And even as she tried to calm her short breaths, she wiped the warm tears as her eyes burned.]

Out where?

Just... out? We went out...

We?

Me and Beau.

Beau? 

Oh, I'm calling Lucy, right now.

Don't--

I should have known this would happen.

When do the lies stop, Charlie?

[ And yes, Sage has left the room her hands flying in the air with her pregnant waddle.]

It was only supposed to be for a while, and then I'd sneak back in! [ and a sniffle but those tears just keep coming.] but-- I guess I realized I needed to find a new place to stay since it was late.

And where was that?

[ And Charlie would have said something along the lines of 'I don't remember I was trashed' had her mind spoken for her as it always does, but she offered a shrug instead.] I... woke up at Winnie's.

[ And a scoff from Steve Rogers because, Charlie Jo.... why do you insiST?]

The Warner's house? Why?

I--I don't remember!

You don't remember?! Where were you all night Charlie Jo?!

If I could tell you I would. I just don't remember half of it.

So you were drinking?

[ A huff, an exhausted huff-- as her voice goes quiet.] Yeah. Yeah. I was. I'm sorry. [And her face is scrunching up because she actually means it. It’s an apology for her Dad and herself.]

That's it, Charlie.

That's 'it'? What's 'it'?

I’ve had it.

[ And the furry in Steve Roger's eyes shook Charlie to the core more than ever in her life... And end flash forward picking back up in 3...2...1--]

Your eyes didn't deceive you, no. And who else did you think you were buying all those shots for?

[ And Charlie's stopped walking. Or sway walking. Stumbling. How was she even using her legs??????]

Fine, you got me.

What is it that you want?

[ And the Stage baby has swayed against a car. A car with a loud alarm. Is that stopping her from leaning even more. No? But it is hurting those ears of hers...]

To talk.

Hard pass.

[ And it was a wince from her and a pushing herself off this loud ass car and it's alarm and a stumble towards the right direction because listen, Toff. I gotta get home and 'M really not down for talking ever again so.]

Charlie.

[ Pulling that arm--Pulling that ex-girlfriend's arm was a terrible habit for a Boomer to break despite the fact that  Charlie's growling at her because come the fuck on Tiff, REALLY? And Charlie Jo is quite literally ready to rip her own arm off and stumble to the ground just to get out of that witch's snare. Which would have happened. Had, Tiff allowed that to happen. Instead, her grip was rather tight...]

Hey. How about you don't touch me?

[ And bingo the warning is successful, as Cj's face pressed almost too close to Tiffany's. And her arms shot up in the air in order to balance herself because Tiff was the only thing holding her up apparently. 

But nevertheless, Charlie had done the smart thing and again attempted to walk away.

She kept walking but the voice of Tiffany Boomer was still ringing in her ears and in the air as she offered explanations. And it's like they had never even broken up.

And Charlie was rolling her eyes trying not to listen. But listening. And kept rolling her eyes but listening. And she was walking-- more like swaying and still listening. And she kept offering a sarcastic 'Okay.. so??' after a head shake here and there as well as a sour chuckle but lISTENING.

Because apparently, get this, Tiffany Boomer had no idea of Monty sending Charlie Jo to jail. Nope. Not a clue. And she hadn't found out until Charlie had gotten back into town when Monty bragged about it to the band. And the moment Tiffany found out about it she punched Monty in the face apparently. And she broke up with him apparently and trashed his drum set aPPARENTly and Charlie was trying really hard not to listen. She was trying really hard to keep her head in front of her and she was trying really hard to dodge that girl yelling at her.

Though she kept chuckling because surely she was about to go insane for believing any of this.]

Could you shut up already? I'm trying to find my way home.

[ And Charlie had stopped in her tracks, because where the fuck was she actually?]

I could always walk you back to my car, and drive you back.

[ It's a pause because Charlie was reconsidering going back home altogether... now with that offer. And a look in her ex-girlfriend's face is what sealed the deal. Because she genuinely could feel Tiffany's apology in front of her.

So. Here we go.

"Yeah. Alright. Sure."

Charlie stumbled into the direction of the Boomer.

So it was a soft smile that persuaded Charlie to accept such a thing. The same smile she still found adorable and annoying and if she didn't stop soon, Cj wasn't sure if what would be the outcome... But it wouldn't be good. That was for sure. Either way, the feelings it rounded up were strong and torturous and clouding all other judgments.

This could be seen by onlookers as Tiffany was allowed to snuggle close to a completely phased out Charlie Jo. Snuggly and adorable and far too close for this high and drunk as fuck Charlie Jo. And it was Tiff's job apparently to help Charlie Jo walk because Charlie was having trouble and even more trouble doing so as the street light posts passed.

And they were walking in the complete opposite direction that Charlie was headed…. 

And even if her intentions were to just talk, Charlie still wouldn't listen to a god damn word she said. Right?  She tried not to. She tried to stay in her head and way out the outcomes of going home with Tiffany. And all signs were pointing to bad fucking idea Charlie Jo.

Even if it was straight flattery, and "Happy Birthday, Babe" and junk after junk about how much Charlie Jo was missed in the last couple of months that was coming from Toff's mouth.]

Yeah, well you're still second best.

[ And Charlie still hadn't even known where that one came from. She still couldn't even figure out how she was still in control of her movements, but that was a sure sign that she was losing pretty much all inhibition. Right?

And the look on Tiff's face was one of shock because did she think they were getting somewhere? Mending things? Rotten thoughts, babe.]

Charlie. [ A giggle after recovering from that blow.] Shut up. [ And her cheeks were flushed in a smile a disppointed smile because why would you say that, Charlie Jo?] You told me you loved me.

Oh, you shut up. [ A wrinkled nose, from this drunken mess.] I lied to you straight to your face. Like five times, even, remember?

[ And at this point they were passing the coffee shop. And Charlie was wondering just how fucking far she had walked and where the fuck was she walking because the coffee shop and the club weren't on the same block, right? All the while, Tiffany's dealing with the words that Charlie had just uttered.

So Cj's eyes had scanned the inside, and it seemed empty. And seemed safe as if there weren't a Hanna Bellum to chastise her inside because what a tough hankering to fight off--- the smell of nice warm coffee.

Within seconds she was instinctively heading in. Or trying to because Tiffany Boomer had other plans, right?? She was still shaken by the last statement that came from Charlie's mouth. So Tiff's feet were still moving and Charlie's were moving in the other direction.]

Come on, Tiff. I need some fucking coffee, I'm about to fall asleep and I wanna drive home.

You're not driving my car.

Yeah, the fuck I am. I'm driving and we're going back to my place. Got it?

Charlie... [And Tiff's pulled her arm once more.] Listen, babe, you're not driving us. You're way too trashed. And I'm not taking you home like this. You're being so...

I'm driving us. Trashed or not, asshole. And if we crash into a building so what? Maybe your head will hit the windshield. Maybe you'll forget to wear a seatbelt. Maybe the car will catch fire. And the flames burn that pretty face, right?

[ And how was she able to escape Tiffany's grasp?

It was a fight. A tugging and a pulling. Charlie-trying to pull her arm out of her socket and Tiff trying to keep it to herself. As her tears began to stream down her face, because ‘Charlie, Stop. Charlie, what is going on with you? Charlie, you’re hurting me. ‘

And Charlie was shouting 'Let go' and Tiff was pleading and crying because Charlie Jo was terrifying her because of her shouting, because of her insistent need to grab for Tiff's keys, her violent fighting back, and her words. It was nothing she had seen before.

Until finally, Charlie had pushed Tiffany off of the sidewalk. And thank Christ there was no oncoming traffic because the girl landed directly on the ground. Her eyes wide in terror, and out of breath from her crying and hitting the cold hard ground.

The fight was over with a final huff from Tiffany. And it sounded a little broken as her hands covered her face after meeting the brown eyes of the girl's behind Charlie. She began to sob-- it was something Charlie hadn't seen. She seemed... broken.]

Charlie Jo...?

[ And Charlie spun around to meet the girl's voice, and she stumbled once more as she felt a little queasy in the stomach. Because Winnie was showing some eyes of concern for Tiffany, as well as some of fear of Charlie Jo.]

Charlie, please, come inside.

[ And Charlie felt like puking in that instant because Tiff was crying on the road still, and Winnie Warner was ushering her in.]

[cj-rogers]

locked,

[ So flashback. Charlie Jo had to lie to her parents. And she had to lie to them like she hadn't lied to them in a hot minute. Because Beau was upstairs hiding in her closet, while she finished off some icing on her plate from the birthday cake her parent's had specially ordered from a nice cake shop. And it was the best cake she had ever tasted, but the sweetest was turning into dirt as Stove Roger's looked up at her with a searing proudness in her. And Sage, she was holding her husband's hand all too endearingly as they beamed at their 18 year old.]

Please stop looking at me like that.

We're allowed we're your parents.

You're an adult, Charlie.

Sure. I feel no different.

And you've been doing so well.

[Charlie. Does. Not. Believe. The. Hype. As. The. Cake. Is. A. Lie.]

And though we've had some ups and downs with that Bellum girl. I think she's finally proving to be a wonderful influence. You're up to date on your course work, you're test came out clear. [Sage sTILL CAN'T BELIEVe ThAt ONE. A dRUg TESt? pASSED? Must have borrowed pee?? No?? Bet. From Hanna.] And you're using your manners. [She bEEms.]

Mom, stop.

Honestly, Charlie. You two are a perfect match.

It's not like that. [ A grOAn.]

If it were, we'd approve.

Wonderful. New subject. Hanna's gross and likes boys. [ hUFF.]

Plans for the night?

A bubble bath, a change in sweatpants and some more Poe. You know. Nothing like some alone time. Maybe drown out the loud parents with some Fionna Apple.

And what's Hanna doing?

Working. I told her I wanted to spend my birthday alone so.

And no other plans with a Winnie Warner? [ An eyebrow raise.] A Bravo???

Winnie Warner is nothing to me.

Charlie.

So are both Bravos.

Charlie Jo.

Fine. I'm not speaking to them, no. And I'm NOT spending my birthday with people I'm not speaking to. It'd be rather awkward, right.

So we'll be able to rest easy knowing you're not out drinking alcohol?

Yeah. Sure. [ IT'S A LIE OBVIOUSLY. Beau's alreADy coNVINCED HER TO GO CLUBBING. Literally. Beau is alREADY UPSTAIRS IN HER ROOM. HIDING IN HER CLOSEt ANd TRYIng his best to reMAIN quIEt. And here she is lying to her parents.......]

And you won't be getting arrested with the brother of the girl's car you're taking a bat too?

[ A shake of her head and Dad could you fucking not? It's not funny. Really. It's not.] That's 17 year old Charlie. 18 year old Charlie reads books for fun~

[ It's what every stage wants to hear, really?]

And should you be lying to us??

I'm not.

So we shouldn't have to follow through with our warning.

I would ask you to humor me, but no.

[ And here’s a hint, they didn't humor her but the look on her parent's faces-- her Dad's specifically continued to drill into the back of her head.

And how many drinks are we in??? How many shots? How much time has passed? How many bodies had pressed against her to the house music in the background? Enough for her to not feel her skin crawl as Tiffany side-eyed her from the bar.

Enough for her to have already lost Beau in the buzz of the crowd.  And had she already grown tired of his drunk ass??  Yes. Because all he was speaking about as the time continued to pass by was his love for Nati Harper. His love for the baby growing inside of her, and the love that he never had claimed to have felt ever in a billion year. And it was a pit of indigestion that was growing at the bottom of Charlie's stomach and the dizziness in her head that was only annoying her more.

Beau Bravo in his smug smiling sloshed state, and happy. And why did he deserve happiness? Of all people? And without Hanna?

So there was groan after groan and 'Shut the fuck up' after 'seriously shut the fuck up already. We get it you're in love' until finally Charlie had waved her hand at him and decided to find her own lady. And really? Beau?--]

Seriously. Fucking marry her already.

[ It was the jealousy speaking, and the sarcastic asshole inside of her coming out as she sauntered away with an eye roll, without any real intention of meeting back with him because he was ruining her vibe. The vibe she hadn't felt in so long.

And it was scary for her to feel like her old self again, but that was what was happening. Slowly and surely as the night pressed. And the thought rested in the back of her mind.

But the forefront of her mind was wondering if she should go home already. Because it was getting late, and her parents, should they have checked up on her locked door, may have been wondering why her room was so quiet...

And the revelation of her decisions was slowly peaking into a fit of paranoia because what a fucking terrible decision this actually was...

And lying to her parents?

And letting Beau pick her a lady? Like she did for him? Why would she ever agree to that? Besides Beau had awful taste.. redheads?? fourteen-year-olds??? Blondes in generaL???

So she was being tapped on the shoulder as a worried face meets Beau. And her eyes rolled to the back of her head almost too involuntarily.]

Happy Birthday, Charlie Jo.

[ It was a flashing smile, and a twinkly finger wave from a girl who knew her name. And did Charlie Jo know the girl? Her memory escaped her but it seemed as such. She fluttered her eyelids at the blonde in front of her, and smiled a nice Charlie Jo smile.]

You know her? Fuck, Charlie is there anyone that you don't know???

[ And there was a set of fluttery eyes from the girl that were on Charlie Jo, and now on Beau.]

But I don't know you?~

[It's a snort from Charlie Jo, and wide eyes from Beau Bravo because he'd forgotten what it was like to be picked up by a girl.]

Careful, Blondie, he's pretty much married already.

[ And Charlie's shrugged, patted Beau on the back and offered him a 'nice try' and excused herself. 1. For leaving and 2. Not remembering the girl's name like what a terrible person. but not completely unliKE her.

She paid a nod to Beau's efforts as the other girl continued to grip on Beau's arm, then headed to the bar again-- opposite of where Tiffany Boomer had been and ordered a final shot of her poison because it if that wasn't a hint enough-- it was time to go home. Beau wouldn't be able to find a girl Charlie hadn't slept with, right? Right. Sure. The mission of the night was impossible.

So it's time to leave--It's time to leave that old Charlie Jo behind with that problematic Beau Bravo, and try not to look back. And it was a good drunken decision. bet. Go hOMe CHarlie jo.

So the last tequila shot dripped from her lips, and nearly missed her mouth because her brain couldn't connect basic motor functions apparently. There was a couch and a face of pure pain because why did she think it would be a good idea to have yet another one of thOSE? Wiping her mouth with the sleeve on her arm, it was with a final sway that she'd pushed herself away from that bar. Backing away slowly, scanning the building as if her eyes were looking her last blurry vision of the place.

And with even heavier eye-lids from before she turned to exit the building with no real clue of if she knew where she even was heading. Surely her sense of direction wouldn't fail her, but that crumbling inebriated mind of hers?? It would. And so were her wobbly knees from swaying too much in the crowd of people--

And as the cool of the night hit her face, she was finding it even more difficult to walk in one single direction-- her rythym was still in sway-mode. Her mind hanging behind her, her hands in her pockets, because it was a chilly night as the jacket she had, wasn't keeping her warm enough.

And a chuckle to herself because she was going to be in so much shit.]

What's so funny?

[ Charlie wasn't sure the voice was speaking to her, but it did slow her down. And the approaching steps behind her did throw a hint that it was. But Charlie continued on because what else is a drunk and high girl to do especially when the voice sounded so familiar.]

You sound like a mental patient.

Oh. Fuck...

I thought I saw you in there.

[cj-rogers]

locked,

I still need to know the full story.

[ And Beau's taken one of the shots of the tray on the table in front of those two, and tossing it back. How did we get here? how the fuck did we get here, is not only crossing your mind but it's still crossing Charlie's mind as she feels the heaviness in her eyelids whilst she traces the rim of her own shot glass.

Oh, right. It's her motherfucking birthday. And after sneaking out of his own house, s sneaking into Charlie's house, then out of that one, the two masterminds managed to sneak into the back entrance of the club. Dodging the x marks on the tops of their hands. It's almost too much like the glory days of which we've never posted about, of which we dare not speak of-- of which have gathered the reputations of these two.

And don't worry, we'll clue you in on how much of a fight Charlie Jo gave to that Bravo boy as he tried to convince her that clubbing was what she really wanted to do for her birthday-- because if it were up to her she absolutely would have stayed in her sweatpants and read some of that dark poetry she loves so much while rolling on whatever bag of pills she had been gifted.

And by the numbness slowly creeping outside of her, yes they were kicking into high gear now.

So Charlie, for now, is staring Beau down. Raising her eyebrows at him. Still with some contempt at him for their last encounter-- you know the incarceration.]

I mean shouldn't you be off reading a pregnancy book for Dads? [Because she's kicked one of those belonging to her own father as it lied around the house lately, and that's presumably what good dads do.]

[ There's a look Beau is throwing her. A 'Bitch, PLs, don't start look.']

Once we follow tradition, and I find you a lady to drown your birthday tears away, I'll borrow one from your dad. How about that?

[ And Charlie's tossed that shot back to the fuckwad Robbie Rogers and rolled her eyes at this douChe in front of her. WHY. IS. SHE. STILL. HERE?]

No, really. When I left you and Hanna were still together--

Wrong. We were never together. And I don't want to talk about it.

Well, it's my god damn birthday I need some help understanding still.

Mom didn't approve. So I started to second guess. Rightfully so because...

Stop. Don't fucking say it. The grass is not greener on the other side.

Maybe it is. I'm getting a family after all.

[ And Charlie's 'pFFT'd at him like give me a break.]

Yeah, have fun. It only looks greener but it's a lie. Everyone knows you take the red pill, dumb-ass.

But why when I'm in love, and the happiest I can be.

If you're so god damn happy why aren't you with her right now? 

Because it's your birthday and I realize we haven't hung out in ages.

[ Charlie's shaking her head because she's not so certain she wants to hang out with you.]

I understand you're a busy man. Despite the influences, you tend to have.

Oh, I'm still the worse influence? Charlie don't give me this shit right now. You're ungrateful as fuck, and now I have to hear about how shitty I've been??

No, I've been doing really great without you. And it's fine. I get it. You've been doing great without me. With your child bride and spectacular college asshat best friend, Jack Daniels, back. [ A ginORMOUS EYE ROLL.] We both have people to slap us in the face and tell us when we're doing wrong. I'm extremely grateful since you've lost your Hanna. I only have to share her with asshole cheerleaders, now.

[ And Beau's scrunching his nose at bOTh of THOSe NAMes.]

Don't give me that look. [ Because she's under the impression it's only for Hanna as he shakes his head at her.] And before you ask, yes, she's doing spectacular without you. [Let's wound him even-- it's her intention.] And I would be hanging out with her, had I already told her I didn't wish to do anything for my birthday. [ A side-eye because that conversation in her mind still was going through that head of hers, and Hanna is going to be pissed beyond measure knowing of her company...]

It's good you have someone like that. [A nod.] It's good that's she's doing okay. She deserves it. And, sorry, again for causing trouble with you and your new best friend. [It's said with so MUCh SOURNESs.]

Yeah. Sorry to pull you from your Patridge family reunion.

Oh, shut the fuck up Charlie. Jack is hardly tolerable these days, if you wiSH to know. [ And he's tossed one of his shots back, and Charlie's loving hearing this because suffer Beau. My new best friend is greater than yours.] You know what he did??

[ No, Charlie doesn't want to know, so she's shaking her head.]

He invited Taylor to Merry's open mic.

[ This means nothing to Charlie because who the fuck is Taylor?]

Andy Taylor. Nati's ex-boyfriend.

[ Her hands go shooting up in an ironic fashion.] Holy shit show~. [And she's laughing.] So?

So guess who showed up with him?

I don't fucking know...?

Nati. Charlie. My girl. Nati. He took her to the open mic.

[ And Charlie's laughing now. Uproariously. Even. That's what you get.]

And Jack knew-- he had to have known that I'd be there.

[ She's offering a shrug.]

I mean how many of Merry's Open Mic's have I ever missed?

[Just about as much as her, she'd think because Charlie had always gone. Up until lAST NOVEMBER yoU KNOW. but another aloof shrug.]

So, great your girl's ex dude brought your girl to your sister's show, and he was invited by your best friend [Said with an evil as fuck grin because someone's life is so much more fucked than mine.] Sucks~ You're life is soooo god damn terrible. 

What sucks worse is that Merry keeps fucking with me about it. Telling me that they're at school looking like their getting back together.

[ And Charlie's let out an endearing chuckle she can't help.] And you think she's lying? [An eyebrow raise because Beau--] I mean other than the fact that she loves torturing you of all people.

It's just a little hard to think otherwise when Nati shows up with him, fuck.

[And a shrug from Charlie because Beau you are so fucking stupid.] And what do you think would have happened had you not been there?

I've been avoiding thinking that.

You shouldn't have to think about that. You should know the answer. If not why bother?

[ He's pressed his lips to a line.] She wouldn't.

I'm not saying she would. But from what I've heard-- because I can't get enough hearing about you, right?? [ An eyeroll]  --is that Winnie turned in her pom-poms in exchange for some similiar information.

Winnie said what?

I wasn't there, dude. I don't know. And I'm not talking to Winnie Warner ever again. So.

What did she say? I mean, what did you hear?

It's cheerleader gossip that I'm exhausted over. And I'm sorry I brought it up. But if you get to bitch about Jack Daniels' folly, I get to bitch about Hanna's oversharing. So. [A hand wave, and Charlie's swayed in her seat. Is the alcohol kicking in??] Nothing to worry about. Fuck it. And you know Nati's intentions with you. Right? So... fucking marry her already or whatever. Buy a house. Leave me out of it. 

[ And there's a tray of shots being set down by Charlie's arm, and she's finishing the one in her hand with a sour face because holy, hell tequila she is your bitch lover. And she's being told by the waitress in her ear that it was sent by the blonde at the bar, and Charlie doesn't even have to toss her head back to see who it is. She can feel the green eyes on her back.]

Now, let's finish yet, another round gifted to us by psycho and follow through with tradition before I go over and choke her the fuck out.

Maybe she's the girl I pick for you?

I'll fucking deck you.

[purplemeetsblue]

[cj-rogers]

Tiffany boomer likes a supreme ya

Her son likes pepperoni and sausage probs lol

Her daughter likes banana peppers grosssss

Sally liked the chicken parm with white sauce. So does noah. They share a pizza

Winnie likes double extra pepperoni thin crust

Zack likes pizza any pizza.

[cj-rogers]

Ash and trey like buffalo pizza if.

Claire and Rose probably both like the same. Like pepperoni and mushrooms

Benji likes a meatlovers pizza tbh

Bianca likes pep and jalapenos

Anvil likes pepperpni pineapple and black olives yikes

Robbie likes veggie pizza ya

Cj likes mushrooms on hers

Beau likes a supreme ya

Hanna likes ham and pineapple

[cj-rogers]

locked,

[ So it’s time for a Winnie and Charlie Jo post. It’s been a time coming. It has. sry And Charlie Jo has a pouting Winnie confronting her now, and a million questions roaming through her mind because Winnie diD you MEAN it or WERE you dRuNK bRO?]

I heard you needed a refill?

[she’s staring right through Warner for once,  because she doesn’t want to read your god damn pretty face.]  I need a new cup, this one has a hole in it or something.

Really? [ a winnie ‘huh’ as she cocks her head to view that suspected faulty drinking device.] It doesn’t look damaged.

The new military grasp must’ve caused a puncture somewhere in between the holding and sipping. I guess I don’t know my own strength. [So they’ve caught gazes… oh no. ]

Charlie…

Coffee. Black. Please. And stop looking at me like that.

We should talk.

[ A headshake from Charlie Jo, along with a matching sympathetic face thrown back at Winnie.]

I don’t wanna.

If you wish to continue to be my friend, [ oh, Winnie don’t you siT down. fuck.] then I’d say it’s important we do. Because I won’t toloerate you blocking me on social media and in real life. Avoiding me is one thing, but this is new…

[ So Charlie’s thrown her face on the table and covered her head with her elbows because fUCk me, right. Why the fuck did I pick a WinNIe shift to bother Hanna? jeezUS. So there was a groan against the table, and a tap of her forehead– or rather a soft head-desk or rather head-table. And rather dramatically bringing her face back up to meet Winnie.] What if I don’t want to be your friend anymore?

If that were true, I deserve to know why.

You should already. know. why.

[ A catch of Winnie’s breath and a lip tremble, and i sWEAR to gOd Winnie if you start cRying-]

I can be your friend… [ a sigh.] and Miguel’s girlfriend too.

[ It’s a peep of a sentence. And Winnie’s shut her eyes closed after the last uttering while Charlie’s face has turned to complete scorn. And her eyes are fluttering up to the ceiling in a frustrated manner because whAt news. And she’s inhaling a deep one, and chuckling it out because, of course, Winnie Warner didn’t mean anything that druNken night. What a blow to the stomach.] 

Wow. [ Take some silence Winnie, as Charlie Jo fails at an attempt to stop her mouth from moving before she’s able to accurately piece together her thoughts into speech. You take this lashing. You do deserve it.] No. 

I don’t want to be friends with someone stupid enough to date Miguel Lockerface Rivera. [ And did she ever think she would speak to Winnie that way? No, but after a confirmation like that, Charlie believed she deserved it. Even after Winnie’s face had fallen.] Especially, after he’s put her through so fucking much shit, and especially since he’ll never, ever, fucking deserve even a slIVER of her friendship.

Please, I know you’re angry but let me explain.

Seriously. No. I’m not going to do this. I’m not. I’m done. Over. Finito. Stop talking. Leave me alone. Forever.

You’re upset and we can talk–

Yeah. I’m fucking upset. I’m fucking livid, Winnie. Jesus.

So just tell me why.

Because you’re going to go back to him. Really?

I love hi–

Oh, don’t say it right now. Don’t say that to me right now. People who love each other don’t fuck around with other people’s feelings, and they sure as fuck don’t throw themselves at other people at their fucking birthday parties. And lastly they don’t have babies with other fucking people. [ Yeah cHARLIe’S REMEMBERING THAT NEWS RIGht ABOUT NOW. THANK YOU HANA FOR TELLING ME THAT. And thANk you for blocking wINNie from my sociAL MEDIA AGAIN. And beau TOO.] 

Please don’t yell at me.

[ That face is tearing at Charlie’s heart if we’re honest but it’s too busy being clouded with unadulterated raGTRED for miGUERL so.]

Winnie, no take backs– for real this time. If that dickhead father is what you want, then you dive right the fuck in with your pretty head first and you crash at the bottom with all those fucking sharp rocks in a bloody fucking mess. 

–And don’t think for one second I’m going to be there for you when he does inevitably fuck with your heart again. I’m not going to be that person anymore. I’m not ‘sideline Charlie Jo’ and I can’t believe I ever was. [ A scoff but it’s really a breath because she has a lot to say.] And another thing when that baby comes out looking like his stepmom or whatever the fuck she is… and when it pains you to be a part of its life, just know that you could have something so much better and you wasted it all on him.

Ch– charlie, [ that was defINITEly a sniffle being interrupted.]

I’m not playing this stupid push and pull with you. It’s not fair of you to put me through that especially if you continue to say things you don’t mean. Especially when you want to keep being friends. Friends don’t hurt each other like this.

I don’t mean to! I-I don’t mean to hurt your feelings!

Well, you did it anyways! 

[ And the conversation had escalated to a full on yEllin at WInnie Warner. So much that Charlie was sure she was bringing attention to herself again. And in attempt to again, remove herself from the –probable gazes of the entire coffee shop looking at that insane psycho freak she threw her face into her hands. After two calming breaths, she was able to look back up at Winnie, with sad, remorseful facial expression. And in the lowest voice possible she will continue–.]

You really fucked with me that night, Winnie. You know that? You probably don’t because you probably don’t even remember it. And had you not been drunk, I would have taken you up on both offers right then and there. Because if I could choose, I’d choose you too. Who would be so stupid to??? And in the first place???  [she’s scratching her head again and avoiding Winnie’s gaze because dING DING DING MIGUEL RIVERA DUDE.] And I wouldn’t ever dream of treating you the way he does. Only better because that’s all I’m trying to be right now. Better.

[ A huff, and she’s rolling her eyes at a weep-ey Winnie. And it’s not fair how that face still pulls at her chest. But she gotta cut this crap because get bent charlie jo right.]

But whatever, why give my all to anyone other than myself. And since you’ve chosen that already for both of us, kindly bring me my coffee in a to-go cup so I can prove how terrible of a friend I can be and ditch Hanna one more time. It’s what she deserves for putting me through this shitty ass conversation.

[cj-rogers]

locked,

[ Charlie had been sitting there, quietly like a psycho freak for awhile before Hanna noticed her.

Because she was too busy contemplating this trOUBLINg ORDEAL.

How the fuck did she NOt REALIze that it was a specially. rOLLed. JOint. the last time she smoked????

Charlie Jo, the wEEd QUEEn, had no idea that her last joint contained a perSCRIPtion dRUG.

And hOW did she not cONNect the fucking dots???

And hOW was she going to find a new weedman– or rather weedwoman with such litTle means.

And how was she going to explain a XaNY in her system because she was certain her parents were going to be dEfINItely looking that up.

And HOW was she able to juSt up and lIE to her moM? Without her mom pressing the matter so much more? And why wasn’t it more alarming that she would have something ELSe other than marijUANA in her system???

She rubbed her temples a little too hard but the migraine in her head was not chillINg THE FUCK OUt, because the answer was staring at her right in the face.

It was because her parents already knew better than to fucking trust anything she said. –right? No matter how bad she thought she was telling the truth…]

I would offer you a new cup of coffee but Liz got to you before she clocked out?

[ And sorry, Hanna you’re going to have to wait a moment because Charlie is still zoning out how to deal with the information that was just given to her.

Because maybe she did feel a lot different after smoking the other night. Because even if she claimed she never brought drugs in the Stage home, she did, in fact, bring her joint in the backyard, and she did, in fact, smoke it all at once, when her parents were away.

And maybe it explains why she did have trouble remembering the rest of her day the night after spending the night with Hanna….]

Charlie.

[ And thanks Hanna for literally shaking me to reality, really needed that.]

Sorry. [ A jerk of her head.] What?

What’s going on…?

[ And a clearing of her throat and a rubbing of her forehead get it together Charlie jO. Let’s chuckle and make it seem like nothing….]

I was zoning out.

I noticed. Do you want a refill or not?

[ And Hanna’s reaching over for that cup of coffee but noT actually coffee, but HAnna doNt.]

No. [Charlie’s taken that emPTY cup and slid it away barely in time.] No I’ll take a new one.

Charlie that’s wasteful, just let me refill your cup.

Fuck the earth and everyone living on it, and get me a new one, or I’ll talk to your manager.

[A scowl, another attempt at that dRUG cup.] Really?

[ but nope, charlie’s guarding it with her life.] Yeah. And if you don’t do as the cuStomer says, I’ll leave a bad review on Yelp.

Oh, [ a chORTLE.] I’ve read your reviews because I know you’ve already left a couple and they were only  raves and praises about Winnie. [ A huff because remembering that information is spRINKLING SOME SALT ON THE WOUND.] Just for that, and since she’ll be in any minute now, I’m referring her to your goddamn table.

[ And Hanna’s turned on her heel, after, of course whispering that to Charlie Jo, other customers can’t see her be rude.]

Oh, come on. I was joking. Just get me a new drink. Please.

[ another glare, from Hanna as she’s walking to the back because BET CHARLIE JO but it doesn’t stop Charlie from–]

Oh, now I’m definitely speaking to the fucking manager. [ and a mutter of– fucking firecrOTCH. And you can bet Hanna’s heard that from the depths of waitress hell.]

[cj-rogers]

locked,

[ So Charlie, after giving her mother one final shrug of her shoulders, made her way out of her house tbh. And she ignored her mother’s fourth call after her– because she had called her full name out four times thinking that Charlie Jo was a child and she would come back after the third warning. She shut the door behind her and didn’t even turn an face away because she was tired of having the same damn conversation over and over.  

And she probably left a crying Sage there in the dust.  Yikes. And we can’t deny some misty eyes from herself because what the fuck what her mom on about eveN? And why did every conversation be about ‘fixing’ Charlie Jo. 

Charlie Jo wasn’t broken. Charlie Jo didn’t need fixing. Charlie Jo was doing fine.

And what was this whole ‘taking you to the doctor bullshit?’ The  “Charlie it shows us every chemical in your system” She shook her head at that one–

Right, and “Charlie, if you’re looking for ways of coping with something you’re not telling us about, we can help you.”

The mocking Spongebob meme looking girl laughed to herself and laughed  at her mother for being so dramatic because she wasn’t fuCking depressed. She wasn’t. She refused to be that person anymore. She wasn’t one of those people who goes through things and can’t handle them because like Hanna said, she’s Charlie Jo and she needs nothing and she needs not a fake friend or parent or anything to keep her going.

Not even weed, it just helps her sleep at night tbh–

And how is weEd even a problem is what she’s thinking as she enters that coffee shop completely in her head because 1. It’s not addictive, 2. You can’t overdose on it and 3. The only side effects are intense peace outs and munchies. Which is what she needed like all the time seeing as though she never seemed to have an appetite and found a nice escape in not overthinking about her dumb life. 

Because feeling zen and numb was better than feeling the mixture of feelings that were festering in that chest of hers. Because there were loads. 

And sure, maybe she was bottling some dark feelings about certain people and their boyfriends but she wasn’t going there anytime soon. Because it wouldn’t be in her face, and out of sight out of mind, right? That’s what military school taught her most. Out of sight out of mind. Life goes on, and so do the people you left behind, and who cares? Not Charlie Jo. You don’t care. Charlie Jo.

And why not find an escape. Take a load off. And take time to be herself. Find herself again, because who was that person staring at herself in that reflection of that glass door as she walked in?

She took a minute or two, to focus, and she must have looked like a psycho freak as she stood there in the doorway causing all kinds of commotion until the person behind her offered an “Ahem” to wake her from that staredown with the other Charlie Jo in the glass.

“Yeah, I’m fucking going, asshole” was the mutterings of a grouch as she entered, hoping not all eyes were on her because– again psycho freak causing a traffic jam into the coffee shop. 

And psycho freak wigging out as she headed to her corner booth, avoiding the gaze of everyone else in the room still mocking her mother in her head.

Much like the other post involving the coffee shop, Charlie Jo is meeting Hanna for coffee, but she is also picking up another token– a token for which she had just been yelled at. A token that was going to give her a ticket to some nice quiet time, and the same token that she had purchased last time. And jeeze again, with the upcharge? $20 dollars for a gram which was debatable because it was smaller than any other joint she had previously purchased.

And maybe she should ask about that…

So here’s the person in question, coming to take a seat and handing her a cup of coffee. And looking up at the chick, Charlie knew the cup was empty save for the gRAm, because as she slid the cup over to her side of the table in a manner. And as she received the ‘coffee’ it was seemingly weightless.]

You’re welcome.

Mhm. Thanks [ She’s tucking some hair behind her ear, and scooting over in the booth to allow for a nice sit down if that’s what Miss Dealer has in mind. And she does, as she scuttles in– in a rather friendly manner too.]

It’s a twenty. Like last time.

[ And what a cover, as the girl takes Cj’s hand in hers. Like this is where you put my money psycho. So Charlie’s chuckling, but also digging through her pockets with a free hand because this is a drug deal in public and let’s not draw attention. but for curiosity’s sake–]

And why is it that the price of cup of coffee has doubled since I’ve come back into town…

[ So that’s a girl sitting close, and giggling, but she’s only there for her twenty dollar bill, but passing it off as holding Charlie’s hand. You know normal flirty girl drug dealer stuff.] It’s not any regular old cup of coffee, silly. You said you wanted some good shit, so I added some extra… sugar.

What kind…?

[ And that’s when the girl leaned over to whisper the contents in Charlie’s ear, and that’s when it clicked. And the loudest inTernal “fuck” goes to Charlie Jo, as the twenty dollar bill escapes her, and the drug dealing lady leaves without so much of a word.

And sonof abITch. Mom was fucking rIght? hOW?]

[cj-rogers]

locked,

Where are you going?

[–her mother spun around in her seat with something warm in her mug, as she brought to her lips.]

I was gonna meet Hanna at the coffee shop– since we don’t carry caffeine in the house anymore. …You know since Dad’s reminded me that I have a review due by dinner… I mean… [A flutter of blinking because this child has no patience– but she will have to–] Do I have your permission?

How soon are you supposed to meet her??

[ A shrug because maybe she forgot to mention that Hanna is already working so…] I have time.

Sit?

[ A nod and the daughter’s done what she’s told as she laces up her shoes, I’m sure because let’s not make this conversation as long as it needs to be… Meanwhile Sage has slid two envelopes in front of Charlie on that lovely kitchen counter. ]

To save you some of that time, I’ll ask you this: bad news or good news first?

Dealer’s choice.

[ An irritated exhale.] You failed your drug test, Charlie.

[ Shocker tHEre, and Charlie’s scratching at the corner of her nose, and she’s taking this as a ‘heck no you’re not going anywhere, kid’ So she’s dropped her other shoe on the floor.]

The first one this year, and you’ve already failed.

[ A slump of her shoulders and she’s avoiding eye contact, by glaring up at the ceiling, and she’s gulping back an excuse that she doesn’t really have. Something like “It’s only been the second week of the new year…” So an exhale is her only response as her head collapses in her hands for a moment.]

I never said I could pass one.

You know the rule, if you wish to continue with the little freedom you have–

[ A shake of her head because freedom? what a joke.]

Don’t shake your head at me. [ She’s probably grabbed her daughter’s chin and is holding her chin real still. Bet. And it doesn’t feel good. nOpe. It’s not meant to. It’s meant to hurt actually.] If you wish to continue with the little freedom you have, that is one of our stipulations. If you wish to live with us under this roof, and if you wish for your father and me to lay off, all we ask of you is respect. And bringing drugs into this house is not a sign of respect.

I never brought anything—

So you only do drugs when you’re out of the house? So that means we definitely shouldn’t let you out anymore?

[ A defeated shrug because how am I supposed to answer that saGE.]

[ And this response further irritates the mother. This is shown, as she jerks her daughter’s chin free.] So you don’t care about any of this? 

It’s just some big joke to you? Home schooling with the parents, never leaving the house, losing every and all friends you’ve ever had. Nothing matters to Charlie Jo anymore. 

And what happens when all your peers go off to college? Are you supposed to just live with us with no future? Wasting away upstairs??? Because we could use a stay at home babysitter.

[ And Charlie’s eyes grow wide because LOL NO.]

Is that what you want? We can arrange it.

No, Mom. [ jesusfuck]

The second envelope is your good news.

Oh, so failing a drug test was bad news– [ the snaRk on this one.]

Hush.

[ Charlie’s slowing taking that envelope, sighing and feeling like she should have just stAYEd UPStAirs.]

We’ve been in correspondence with a couple of officers from Oakland.

[ she’s pulling out a couple of pages from this envelope, and what the heck how did they all fit in there and do you really espect me to read all this mOM.]

What is this–?

Letters of recommendation, Charlie. Nearly all of your commanders had positive things to say about you. 

And –[A pause because this one is still breaking Sage’s heart]  And why didn’t you tell us you received a medal? Why didn’t you tell us there was an award’s ceremony??

[ Charlie’s staring at her mother with a blank face, honestly.]

We would have come to see you.

It’s an award for completing the physical training. [A shake of her head, because she didn’t make it to that either it was completely optional and she had a bus to catch, plus nothing she did at boot camp will ever be something she is ever prOUD of.] If I wouldn’t have completed it, then it would have all been for nothing. It’s like a participation award, even. ‘Congrats you took some much verbal abuse and used it to complete physical training that you were otherwise forced to do~’

I think it’s something to be proud of.

What’s your point? You’re proud of me, great. Doesn’t change the fact that I failed your stupid drug test. Right?

I’m giving you the good news last, to emphasize that you’re not lost Charlie. Because I realize that your father’s remarks are harmful to you and your progress as we move forward. You can still have a future. You can still pick back up. Your mistakes do not define you.

And, for the love of god, Charlie. Please–

[That’s the biggest begging tone Charlie had ever heard, and a teardrop to solidify it all.] –just talk to us already.

I’m not the one ignoring you. It’s the other way around for the last time I checked.

You need to talk to us about what’s really hurting you.

Nothing. [ And for once, Charlie means that because nothing is. She’s cut out those people of her life like come on.]

So why?

[ Sage, rather dramatically, had thrown down a piece of paper– results. The drug test results, and it’s not making any real sense to the girl because she’s not a fucking data analysist jeeeSe.]

Mom–

You need to realize that this is serious, and we’re here to help you.

You’re being a bit over the top…

Together we can cut the drug problem before it actually becomes a problem.

It’s not a problem. [ A awkward chuckle]

Charlie, it shows us every chemical in your system. [ She’s pointing adamantly at a cluster of dat..]

There’s nothing else in my system.

You can’t lie about this one. 

There’s nothing else in my system. [ omg another chUCKLE.]

We could take this to a professional.

I’d rather you do that. I SAID SO fROM THE BEGINNING.  [That was a yell and her mom’s shut eyes have indicated that she’s crossed a line so tone it the fuck down she does.]

So am I grounded some more or what?

[ Stage is giving her daughter a look, trying to gauge her honesty, probably, and Charlie’s trying not to look at that face of disappointment.]

Charlie, if you’re looking for ways of coping with something you’re not telling us about, we can help you. We can take you to a doctor and we can get you something prescribed to you. Self medication is serious.

I’m not going to a doctor, and I’m not coping with anything other than failure, alright. And I’m not taking any other drugs so your test is wrong.

You’re not a failure.

[ A groan.] Say that one more time, and try to believe it yourself.

Charlie. Jo. Rogers.

Whatever, [ hands the fuck up because donE.] be back before dinner.

[cj-rogers]

locked,

[ So it's been a couple of hours since the last post. And Stage feeling bad about their daughter's butthurt feelings did have a discussion about how much it tore their hearts in half, watching their fuck up daughter show remorse.

And there were talks of how she hadn't learned anything.

There were talks about how maybe she had.

Overall, however, they had admitted the harsh environment they had created, and how Sage was finding excuse after excuse to stay late at work. And how Stove was spending way too much time planning for the nursery. At the rate he was spending, they would have to dip into Charlie's college fund. Which, for once, was questionable if she would even go to college. So there's that.

But Sage was the one who had finally decided that it was time to speak to her daughter. Because she couldn't remember the last time they had a decent conversation. Even before shipping Cj off. So she knocked on the door, three times before entering. And her eyes fell on a Charlie Jo sitting on her bed. There are tears falling from her eyes, as she sits on her bed with them closed.]

--Leave me alone.

[ Sage does not in anyway shape or form leave her alone. No, she's walking up to her bed and taking a seat.]

Charlie. [A sigh, but Charlie is definitely not opening her eyes nor acknowledging her mother.] 

Are you listening to me, because I need you listen to me. [ She's shaking Charlie's knee probably. like look at me child. And she's softer in her tone. A lot softer than she had been. A sniffle from her daughter is the only response.]

I need you to understand where we're coming from.

I don't. [ Charlie's probably opened her eyes by now, wiping those tears, because fuck you mom. I'm not crying. I'm def not crying because you guys don't love me anymore. And you don't get to see me upset anymore. Wah, fucking wah.]

So let me explain this to you. [ A rough sigh.] As clearly as I possibly can.

 Oh, please do. [A scowl to match her sarcastic quip, giving hand motions to proceed and lie to me.]

We love you, Charlie.

[ She's pressed her lips to a line-- doesn't believe it at this point.]

We do. We love you and care about you so much.

[ Charlie's not speaking, nor showing any emotion on her face other than attentiveness as she continues to listen.]

And we do forgive you.

[ A low snort.]

But it's not so easy to forget your mistakes. Especially when they keep repeating themselves.

It's not like I'm trying to act out. I told you I'm sorry for everything, and I really mean it.

I believe you.

Dad doesn't! And if I'm honest, I think you're lying to me to make me feel better so...

1. I'm not lying, and 2. If I were lying to make you feel better, wouldn't that only prove what I'm trying to tell you? That we still love you. We still care.

[ A hard eye roll to her mother.]

Secondly, if you wish to gain our respect back, you can't keep talking to me the way you do. To both of us, the way you do. We do don't deserve the verbal abuse and I won't allow it anymore.

[ A huff too damn bad. You’ve locked me in the house and I have no one else to take it out on so...]

Though I think I finally realize why you keep lashing out with your words. -- It's because you're hurt.

No, I'm not. [ She's deflecting, obviously.]

Yes, you are. I knew you'd be upset about the baby, but I didn't realize you'd be this upset. And I didn't think you'd lie to us about it.

I didn't lie because I didn't say it wasn't bothering me.

You lied because you didn't tell us it was.

Fine. It's bothering me.

Can I ask you why it's bothering you?

No.

I'd like you to tell me anyways.

Why would I be happy?  Why would I want to share the greatest parents in the world with anyone? [ Is that sarcasm. You bet. but she means it because they ARE THE BEST PARENTS IN THE WORld] What? Next, you'll tell me you're putting a fucking crib in my room and I'll be locked in the basement like a wicked stepchild.

Our new baby is not meant to replace you in any way. We know it's a major change, but we can discuss this. We can talk about it at length if having a sibling is that daunting to you.

I don't want to talk about it. If you expected me to be happy about this you're completely clueless as to who your daughter is.

I don't need you to tell me that and this point, Charlie Jo.

[ Is that a lip tremble from mother? Either way, Charlie hadn't seen it, because her face was turned away. ]

Charlie, if you wish for our trust back, we need you to take the drug test. And we need you to show us the person that you once were.

I thought I did a couple of days ago. When I was actually allowed out, and actually came back home.

Are you saying that you would have run away because that's the last thing you should be telling your mother right now. Especially if you want to go out again.

No. I'm saying that despite the neglect and complete misery I've been forced to endure since November that I still believe there's something here that I am willing to fix, which is why I came back.

If you're willing to fix it, then you'll take the drug test, Charlie. Prove us wrong.

[ And that was a staredown of the century, and it lasted for what seemed like forever, followed by a pat on Charlie's cheek, and a Sage exit. And Charlie sat there full on knowing that she wasn't going to be able to fix anything.] 

[cj-rogers]

locked,

Hey...

[ The girl, poor Charlie Jo, had announced herself to the quiet parents. Of whom were sitting in their tiny family room, no doubt enjoying the quiet home they had, because a couple more months, honies, and it's going to be filled with a colic af baby until Mr. Rogers is fouth months old, BET. So the girl had bounced down the hallway, in attempt to bring some energy to the dead room, and the dead silEncE.

It had been an infuriating and frustrating couple of days, no wEEKs of sILENT FUCKINg tREATMENT. 

But still, Charlie was proving herself to be a good kid.

And she was successful, sort of,which is why she was allowed out for New Years. And she was actually home the afternoon after. Surprise Stage-- and yes, they were surprised.

So Charlie was quiet and respectful to the best of her abilities. She kept up with her homeschooling, chores, and the like, but even so, there was a nice T-cup on the counter, waiting for her as she made her way downstairs that morning, along with more homework--]

What's this?

[ And Stove had barely perked up, but Sage, she was looking into that kitchen]

Your first test.

Right. [ A druG tESt.] If you want me to pee in a cup, you're going to have to take me to a doctor, or something because there's no way I'm trusting that.

If you haven't been doing drugs, you wouldn't worry.

[ A huff because she's noT deNYIng ANYTHING NOR CONFIRMING ANTYHING, though that huff-- it's giving some things away.]

The stupid cops who fake arrested me didn't find anything on me. Therefore they can't put me on probation. I've been telling you this for about a month now, they've got nothing on me.

That's because you smoked it all that night.

[ And she's rolled her eyes rather drAMaticAlly to the ceiling.]

If your father's wrong and you didn't smoke, prove it by taking the test.

I'm not taking a drug test. I'm not on probation. Unless I'm on an at-home probation or something which kinda doesn't seem fair.

It's a precaution. One more incident like the last one and we're scared we will be getting a call from a probation officer. And if you continue that path, [ a sigh] what's next Charlie? Breaking said probation? Getting thrown in jail for a third time? I can't fathom how any of this is okay with you. You used to be so--

I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm following your rules.

You still disobeyed your parents, much like you're doing now, and much like you did on Christmas.

[ Christmas is still being held over her head. Great.] Fine. If I take your goddamn test, will you let me leave this god damn house?

Not with that mouth.

[oh, what’s with my mouth, dAD? because you haven’t heard the worst of it. beT.] This is so fucking stupid. I hate everything about this and I hate both of you for making me go through this.

We'd appreciate a better daughter than the one you've been giving us.

I'm fucking trying!

GETTING ARRESTED ON YOUR FIRST DAY BACK DOES NOT ACCOUNT FOR TRYING CHARLIE JO ROGers.

I WASN'T FUCKING ARRESTED. AND I THOUGHT WE WERE OVER THAT?

[ And Stove's literally thrown down whatever was in his hands. Probably a book, maybe his phone, maybe even his nice tall glass of cHARLIe JO shUT THE FUCK UP.]

YELL AT YOUR MOTHER ONE MORE TIME, CHARLIE JO.

[ A gulp from this baby stage, and she's taken a step back, like literally physically backing off, and she's quiet because the last time her Dad issued a warning she spent about a million days crying in her room. And honestly, she's scared at this point. Scared that their love and patience for her was actually fading.]

When did you become so disrespectful? You didn't learn this behavior from us. We've never taught you that yelling gets your point across, nor your way.

[ A shrug]

Answer your mother.

I don't know!-- but I know the reason I'm yelling so much is because you guys don't listen to me and it's pissing me off. You've literally been ignoring me since I got back.

[ Steve's trying his best not to roll his eyes at his daughter, while Sage is actually listening. She loves her daughter, and her daughter is allowed to express herself cries.]

I said I was sorry. I recognized my mistake--mistakes, and I've accepted these consequences but you don't have to treat me like I'm--

Like what, Charlie?

Like I'm some big family embarrassment.

You're being treated the way you deserve to be treated.

No, I went through that already in Oakland.

And it did nothing for you.

I agree, you've already done a poor job of proving that to us.

Then what's the point then? What's the fucking point? Why am I wasting my time here then? Why am I still fucking-- [ trying, is what she would have said, but she's too busy throwing a literal word vomit tantrum and trying to keep her cool. It's not working--.] Once a fuck up, always a fuck up, right? What's the point of trying if it means nothing to you? Lost chance. Lost cause.

[That was a scoff, as Charlie turned on her heels to head back upstairs, muttering something like--]

Your first child was a big irredeemable fuck up so it was time to get a fucking new one, right? Kick the other one to the fucking curb. No, I complETELY unDERSTAND.

[ And while she's cursing under her breath, Stove Roger's has risen from his seat, and watching her walk, and yikers that's a scene. because she had slammed her door]

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