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[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

“I don’t know if I like the song, but it’s there,” Charlie shrugged before his coy grin drooped into a frown. “Well that goes my career plan. I guess I’ll just have to stick to being a great singer then. We can’t all be multi-talented.” The thought of Miller’s mother shunning her active pursuits painted all too vivid of an image that he could barely tell it was his imagination. “Eleanor’s a fun-sucker. Girls need to play sports too. Did you know the statistics of young girls who stop playing sports once they start going through puberty? It’s a shame.” His feminist insights were cut short upon the interruption of an idea. “How about we go play some sports now then?” Charlie began to jog ahead, looking behind his shoulder once to ensure the blonde was tagging behind.

"She's not a fun-sucker." Miller scoffed, "She's just a concerned parent. Someone has to be." She added softly and under her breath, knowing that regardless of her mother's words and actions, she only meant the best. Watching Charlie start to hit a soft jog, brought an amused expression to the blonde's face. Following behind, walking instead of running, she continued to be entertained by his spontaneity. "Listen, as much as I would love to join you on this sporty quest of yours, these shoes were not designed for running." She explained, extending her foot forward to showcase her brand new pair of booties that completed her outfit perfectly. "Now, if we go indoors somewhere to play a sport, I might be willing to take them off. But only for you." Miller smiled, gently patting the tall boy's shoulder, as she finally managed to catch up to him.

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trippwright‌:

“I think Christmas break chiseled out a chunk of my soul.” The statement fell matter-of-factly, twisting around the curls of smoke and his visible breath in the cold air. Perhaps in a former life he’d been a canary, his mother’s insistence that they spend her half of their vacation in Aspen had chilled him to the marrow, Tripp was certain that there were parts of him that had not yet defrosted. He’d only gone for apres ski and the opportunity to zag down summits in a sleek new Moncler jacket. They’d been back on campus for the better part of three weeks, but he’d kept to himself, not quite feeling like barging into conversations and school life with his usual ferocity. After another reflective drag, he craned his head up, thoughtfully offering the cigarette to the person beside him. “You happy to be back?”

The transition from Christmas break to being back on campus was always such a tough one for not only the blonde but most everyone she had chatted with on the matter. Shaking her head as Tripp offered over his cigarette, "No, thank you though." She smiled, before nodding in agreement to his query, "The break was very nice and much needed," she explained, "but I am glad to be back to having some structure and a schedule." Miller confessed, "Oh, and I'm just thrilled to be back with all my closest friends, of course. Especially you, dear Tripp." Letting out a giggle as she gave his shoulder a little squeeze. "I haven't seen you since we've been back. Did Santa bring you everything you've ever wanted?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she waited to hear his answer.

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[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

“Thanks for that. I really appreciate it,” Charlie responded, tone laced with sarcasm. Surprisingly, his gesture didn’t render their situation odd or uncomfortable. He didn’t know what he expected nor could he have gauged Miller’s reaction beyond ruling out rejection. “I have a song stuck in my head.” A few lines of Yellow Hearts by Ant Saunders was sung out in a quick, soft falsetto. “I don’t know who it’s by but I keep hearing it everywhere.” Their hand-holding was relinquished then for the sole purpose of his attempt at a free-throw, coffee to trashcan. The paper cup bounced off the rim and onto the ground in his defeat. “Bad shot,” Charlie scoffed, jogging over to fix his mistake. “I guess this is why I’m better with my feet.”

Listening to him sing the familiar song brought a grin to the girl's face. "You're an excellent singer." She teased, bumping into his side gently. "I've heard that song a lot recently too. I like it. It puts me in a good mood." Miller smiled, before feeling his hand pull away from hers, causing the slightest of frowns to take over her features before her smile appeared back where it belonged. "Yikes, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I don't think you have a future in the NBA. I wouldn't quit my day job if I were you, Charlie Hearst."

"So you’re better with your feet, huh?" She replied with a raise of her brow, "Are you a secret soccer star? I've never played a sport, you know. I wanted to when I was younger, but Eleanor wouldn’t hear of it.” Miller explained, her tone overdramatic and overprotective, just like her darling mother.

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charliehearst‌:

Despite other aspects of his life, what Charlie carried around Daleton remained minimal—a small notebook and clipped pen in his back pocket. It was enough for him to pass his classes with flying colours but barely adequate in containing the millions of ideas and thoughts that saturated his mind daily. “You’re asking me as if I would know.” With his coffee in one hand, which was now being diligently worked on, his other hand reached down for Miller’s. It was a subtle move, smooth enough to falsely indicate that they’d done this before. The truth in it was that it seemed like a good idea to Charlie, first and foremost as a barrier against any rumours that may have started to spread about him and another blonde. “Can’t a guy just have a nice stroll around here?”

Feeling Charlie's hand reach for her own caused her heart to flutter and butterflies to instantly make their presence known in her stomach. It was almost an instinct to move her hand away, thinking that he must have just accidentally bumped her. But once their fingers interlocked together, Miller realized it was no accident. She knew that the color of her cheeks was bright red and there was no way to hide it from him. The blonde tried her best to play it as cool as she possibly could. "Of course, you're welcome to a nice leisurely stroll. Not a single complaint from me." She replied as her gaze remained on the pavement under their feet, forgetting all about the fact that she was about to start complaining about the weather. She was just happy to be here in this moment with the boy next to her. Miller knew that she was reading too much into his small gesture, but she couldn't help herself from letting her mind wander off. “What are you thinking about?” She wondered aloud, feeling the normal color return to her cheeks, she figured it was safe to bring her gaze up and over to meet Charlie’s once again.

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charliehearst‌:

He couldn’t tell whether he’d offended Miller in some way but the thought remained a fleeting one, knowing the blonde’s personality. “Thanks to them?” His jesting was usually cautious with her; the singsong tone to his words indicating nothing but humour. “That’s when you’re supposed to say, I don’t want to lose you, Charlie. Or something of that nature to convince me.” He’d only had a single sip of his caffeinated beverage before deciding on a switch of scenery. “I don’t know how people study or read books here. I’m already unwillingly tuning in to other people’s conversations,” Charlie complained. “Let’s get going.”

She let out a soft laugh at the words that came from his mouth, before nodding in agreement, "You're right, let me try again. I absolutely couldn't bear the thought of losing you, Charlie." Miller expressed overdramatically, her words tainted with sincerity. "How was that? Convincing enough for you?" She asked with a raise of her eyebrow. Her eyes scanned the room upon hearing his observation of their location. "This seems like the perfect place to people watch. There would be no way I'd ever get any work done here. I'd just sit and watch everyone." The girl smiled contently, continuing to observe her surroundings. Without a word, her arms slipped back into her jacket and grabbed her belongings, before following Charlie's lead to exit the warm environment. The January air hit her skin causing an instant chill to be sent through her entire body, "Where to now, sir?"

[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

“Well,” he began, “I don’t know much about your designing abilities but from what I can tell, you’re good at dressing yourself, you’ve got a well-curated media presence… Designing in whatever form isn’t probably too far off from what I’ve seen.” Millers words, even if a mere nicety, stirred him into a smile. “You’re right, that was a lie. I’m quite interesting.”

His gaze lowered to his single-use cup of coffee, untouched. “You can’t do that. That’s an incomplete suggestion. Besides, New Years resolutions are rarely achieved. People just promise themselves those things to make themselves feel better about their shitty year gone.” It wasn’t atypical of Charlie to often appear cold and brooding. However, the shadow of a grin remained on his face in Miller’s company. “And what makes you think I’ll stick with you for a whole year to see that through?”

Miller listened intently as Charlie expressed his feelings about New Year's resolutions. All of the words coming out of his mouth were without a doubt true, and she knew it. She thought about her past resolutions, as well as past resolutions that her father had made to their family that he failed miserably to keep. The memories that flooded her mind made her smile fade and shifted her mood ever so slightly. "I know most people never keep up with their resolutions, I'm guilty of that, but that's the good thing about them though. At least people have intentions of doing something good or something different with their year." Putting an optimistic spin on something that caused the girl sadness wasn't rare, it was one of the few ways that she could cope with the feeling. Hearing his question immediately made her cheeks turn red as she lowered her gaze down at the table. "Well, thanks to our parents, we have known each other for this long." She replied playfully, before bringing her vision back up to him with a grin. “So, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

Miller’s initial answer hadn’t provided any shock factor that Charlie might have secretly desired. He didn’t indicate any physical form of a response, seemingly more committed to the coffee he had to retrieve from the barista. “You’re a designer now?” With a levitated brow, he redundantly blew the scathing beverage in hand. “Mysterious,” he repeated softly, finding a seat next to the windows. “I don’t mean to be. But maybe it’s because I’m not as interesting as people assume. Don’t tell anyone I said that though.” Charlie pondered, but it wasn’t for long as he realised he shouldn’t have asked such a broad question, often reaping answers of little substance from most people. “I eat, I sleep, I even sweat sometimes. That’s what I do, but probably not for fun. I don’t know if I do a lot of things for fun.”

“I wouldn’t say that I’m a designer at all.” Miller explained with a shake of her head, “It’s just something new that I tried and liked, but I doubt anything will even come of it.” Shaking the idea off quickly before she allowed herself to think too deeply into it. Raising her eyebrow slightly as she listened to his words, “I highly doubt you’re not as interesting as people think you are.” She replied sincerely with a genuine look on her face. Nodding slowly, Miller started to think more about their topic of conversation, “You know, I don’t think people really do things for fun anymore. It’s weird. We should find a hobby or something that we like to do for fun.” The girl announced with a grin, “Now, don’t ask what the hobby will be. I have no idea.” She explained, taking a sip from the warm drink, still feeling the chill on her body from their walk. “It can be a 2020 New Years' resolution to find something to do for fun,” Miller suggested with a playful shrug glancing up from her cup and over at Charlie.

[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

Their destination was a popular spot among the students of Daleton, albeit one of a handful of choices. The warmer air calmed the goosebumps along Charlie’s skin as they melded into the crowd of caffeine-deprived bodies. “I’m watching my weight,” he jested with a rub of his abdomen. “No coffee this time? Are you like sensitive to caffeine and get really jittery if you have more than one?” He left her query unanswered until they approached the counter.

“Long black, thanks.” With Miller’s order attached, he paid for both of their beverages before scuttling aside to wait for their names to be called. “What do you do for fun? You know, apart from all that Insta stuff.” He paused, contemplating his question from left field. “I just don’t think I’ve ever asked much about you in between us hanging out like this.”

Miller's eyebrows immediately shot up upon hearing Charlie's question. He was right, he never really had asked much about her in all the time that she had spent with him. "Apart from all the insta stuff?" She reiterated his words, reaching for her drink as her name was called. Taking a seat at one of the open tables, she continued to think through his question. "I don't know, I hang out with my friends, shop, and I try to read as often as I can." She explained, trying to answer his question as fully as she could, enjoying the idea that Charlie had taken some kind of interest in the type of person that she was. "I've even tried to design a couple of things for some brands that have reached out to me. It's actually been pretty cool, and something brand new for me." Miller explained, before laughing as she stopped herself. "That was probably a lot more than you wanted to know. What about yourself, Mr. Hearst? You're always so mysterious." The blonde said with a soft smile appearing on her face.

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[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

“Good.” It was a childish nod that followed, one that could be seen on any child that had just gotten their way. He hadn’t expected otherwise, however, as Miller seemed always cheery and willing to cater towards Charlie’s needs. “You need another coffee or you good?” Even dressed for the cold weather, the thick coat that draped his shoulders appeared to do little in terms of shielding him away from frostbite. “Maybe this was a mistake,” he muttered, although they were already too close to their destination to turn back.

“Let’s go, slowpoke!” She hollered back at Charlie, hitting a soft jog as the coffee shop came into view. A giggle escaped her lips as she reached the door, pushing through it and entering into the warm inviting atmosphere. “Took you long enough to catch up.” The blonde teased, grabbing a spot in line as her hazel eyes browsed over the lengthy menu before them. “I think I’ll just get a hot chocolate, with extra whip cream.” The grin on her face was child-like as they moved up to the counter, “What are you going to get?” Miller asked, turning her focus over to him.

[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

Books closed shut, Charlie lethargically stood from his seat. “Let’s take a break,” he suggested, despite Miller just having joined him and clearly having her own share of work to complete. “You can get me that coffee you so inconsiderately forgot.” Words were laced with the usual jest that existed between them. “And I could get some fresh air. It smells like centuries of the virginities of scholars in here. And old librarians.”

Before she knew it, Charlie had collected his belongings and was ready to leave the library. Miller nodded, silently agreeing to his suggestion for the two to take a break, before shooting him a look as she continued to pack her books right back into her bag. “Alright, drama queen. Let’s go and get you a coffee.” The blonde teased, patting him on the back as they pushed their way through the two large doors, leading out into the cold December air.

[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

“You owe me one,” Charlie confirmed, letting his features loosen up into a more positive demeanor. “Well, if someone wanted to pass their classes then on the contrary, it’d be a worthy steal.” Pages flittered past his thumb, before the male sat back with palms behind his head. “Two. But I’m pretty set for them, so I’m not too worried. You?”

Listening to his answer, she nodded her head glancing down at her notebook, reading a sentence or two off of the page. “Only two left?” She replied, “That’s not too bad. And even better if you feel ready to take them. That’s always a good feeling.” A warm grin spread across her face before answering his question, "I only have one left, thankfully, but I still have a paper to finish, so that's no fun." Miller shrugged, fiddling with the pencil in her hand.

[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

It was one of his favorite pastimes, playing into the blonde’s worries and tapping that heart of gold. He meant no harm in doing so, knowing that he could charm her into accepting his sense of humor in one way or another. Charlie feigned a frown. “I missed out on my coffee this morning,” he lied, eyes glued to the page in front of him. “I’m writing in my diary. If my diary was composed of economic theories.”

“Oh don’t make me feel worse than I already do,” Miller replied with a frown. “I’ll buy you a coffee some other time, how’s that sounds?” She asked with a slight raise of her eyebrows. “That sounds like a horrible diary. At least you know no one will want to steal it and read all your deepest darkest secrets.” Placing an optimistic spin on a situation such as economic theories was not out of the ordinary for the blonde. She settled down into her chair, reading through her textbook for a moment. “How many finals do you have left?” She girl asked curiously.

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trippwright‌:

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“I’ve got three more finals, but I’m pretty sure I reached capacity like, two days ago.” Tripp groaned, shoving his things over to make room for the blonde to sit beside him. He’d been camped out at the library for the past two hours and the evidence surrounded them; crumpled up sheets, sticky notes all scribbled out, the remains of a lunch from Taco Bell– “How’re you holding up?”

Dropping herself, along with her bag full of books, in the chair next to her friend, Miller let out a sigh at the mention of the epidemic called finals that had hit the Daleton student body. “Three finals left?” She questioned, “You poor thing. I have one final left, but also a paper to write. It’s about a book that I don’t even think I finished reading.” She admitted, sliding over one of the two coffees she brought with her, “Here. I thought you might need this.” The blonde smiled warmly, lifting her cup up to his, “Cheers to the most wonderful time of the year!”

[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

Upon hearing the singsong tune, Charlie elevated his gaze. He squinted, whether due to the natural light shining in through the vast windows of the room or the radiance that seemed to constantly emanate from the familiar blonde. “Yes.” A soft grin followed. “Actually, I was saving that for someone else. She’s supposed to be here any minute.”

With wide eyes, Miller's head shot up upon hearing his answer to her previous question. Noticing the smile that played at his lips, she rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. “I can’t believe I thought you were serious.” She muttered, reaching into her bag and opening up one of her books. “What are you doing?” Miller asked, peering over at his work station as she took a sip of her coffee, looking down at the cup in her hand. “Oh, I just feel terrible. If I would have known you were here I would have brought you a coffee or something.” The blonde explained with a sincere look on her face, before looking down at the book in front of her.

[miller-bergdorf]

charliehearst‌:

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It was a peculiar sight, contrasting the reckless and quite frankly embarrassing antics much of Daleton’s elite student body had engaged in to the more idle bodies that now filled the on-campus library. The numbers of the latter were more limited, Charlie Hearst included. It wasn’t unusual for him to be there, having always been comfortable holding his own in both social and academic aspects. A balance was what he believed in and if anything, being studious and achieving high grades were essential to his image. That’s exactly why and how Charlie had spent the last few hours of the afternoon, pen in hand and mind at bay.

Pulling her coat tighter around her body, Miller pushed through the door of the on-campus coffee shop and began on her short walk to the library. There was a significant chill in the air and the cup in her hand doubled as a source of warmth and a cure for the case of the yawns that she had caught from her lack of sleep the past few nights. Finding her way into the spacious building, the girl looked around for an open table, grinning as she spotted Charlie from across the room. She began to waltz herself in his direction, taking a sip from the warm drink as she did so. “Is this seat taken?” Miller whispered happily, taking the seat across the table from him, not bothering to wait for his answer.