It's meee. Hehe. So...as you can see I am back with another request...again! Can you do a Buddy Lembeck x gilrfriend!reader where she, Buddy, and Charles are suppose to be studying for like a midterm or something and Buddy is wanting to go to a party and trying to distract Charles and her like usual. And he soon talks them into it. Just something cute and funny? I know you don't usually get these request, but I think it would be good. Tyyyyy
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Great Study Escape
girlfriend!reader x Buddy Lembeck
˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You're suppose to be studying for your mid-term, but Buddy knows how to ease into you and Charles
˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: None
˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Yessss. Girl, I gotchu!!! I have been watching Charles in Charge all weekend! This is such a good idea! I love Buddy so much! And yessss, people need to write about Willie Aames!!! Anyways, enjoy!
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The dining room table had completely disappeared beneath textbooks, loose papers, flashcards, and three half-empty cans of soda.
You sighed as you highlighted another page in your history textbook.
"Okay," you muttered. "Who signed the Treaty of Versailles?"
Across the table, Charles answered without looking up.
"The Allied Powers."
"Right."
Buddy, meanwhile, was balancing a pencil under his nose like a mustache.
"...Buddy."
"I'm studying."
"No, you're auditioning for the circus."
He grinned.
"It's called multitasking."
Charles pinched the bridge of his nose.
"We have a midterm tomorrow."
Buddy dramatically flopped backward in his chair.
"Exactly! Which is why we deserve a break."
"We've been studying for..." Charles glanced at his watch. "...twenty-three minutes."
Buddy sat upright.
"That's practically a full day in college time."
You laughed despite yourself.
"No."
"C'mon, babe."
"No."
"I heard there's a party over at the Student Union."
Charles didn't even look up.
"No."
"They've got pizza."
"No."
"Music."
"No."
"Free soda."
Charles paused.
"...What kind?"
You looked at him.
"Charles."
"What? I was curious."
Buddy pointed triumphantly.
"See? He's interested."
"I'm not interested."
"You asked about the soda."
"It was a question."
Buddy leaned closer to you with a conspiratorial whisper that wasn't quiet at all.
"He's cracking."
Charles rolled his eyes.
"I'm not cracking."
Buddy stood dramatically, clearing his throat.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present Exhibit A."
He walked over to the window and pointed outside.
"It is a beautiful evening."
"It's dark."
"Exactly! Perfect party weather."
"No."
He turned dramatically.
"Exhibit B."
He held up your history book.
"If we study any longer, our brains will literally fall out."
"I don't think that's medically accurate," you said.
"Have you checked?"
"...No."
"Exactly."
Charles sighed.
"Buddy."
"Charles."
"No."
Buddy walked over and threw an arm around Charles's shoulders.
"You know what they say."
"I already know I'm going to hate this."
"'All work and no play makes Charles a very boring babysitter.'"
"No one says that."
"I do."
Charles gently shoved him away.
"We're staying."
Buddy looked at you with the saddest puppy-dog eyes imaginable.
"Baby..."
You refused to look at him.
"Nope."
"I'll carry your books."
"I already carried them."
"I'll buy you pizza."
"You don't have any money."
"I'll...borrow Charles's."
Charles looked horrified.
"You absolutely will not."
Buddy snapped his fingers.
"I'll wash your car."
"I don't have a car."
"I'll buy one."
You couldn't help laughing.
Buddy immediately pointed at you.
"She's smiling!"
"I am not."
"You laughed."
"It was an involuntary reaction."
Charles looked between the two of you.
"I cannot believe this is my study group."
Buddy clasped his hands dramatically.
"Charles."
"No."
"What if..."
"No."
"...we studied after the party?"
Charles stared.
Buddy smiled hopefully.
"...It's still technically studying."
You closed your textbook.
Buddy gasped.
"She's thinking about it."
"I'm thinking about how nice pizza sounds."
Buddy spun toward Charles.
"She's in!"
"I did not say that."
"You implied it."
"I absolutely did not."
Charles sighed the deep sigh of a man who knew he'd already lost.
"You two are impossible."
Buddy grinned.
"So...is that a yes?"
Charles looked at the stack of notes.
Then at the two of you.
Then back at the notes.
"...One hour."
Buddy jumped into the air.
"YES!"
"One hour," Charles repeated, pointing a finger. "We leave, we eat, we come back."
"Absolutely."
"No getting distracted."
"Never."
"No staying until midnight."
Buddy placed a hand over his heart.
"I would never."
You raised an eyebrow.
"You said that last time."
"That was different."
"You came home wearing someone else's jacket."
"It was a nice jacket."
Charles stood, grabbing his keys.
"If we're doing this, we're leaving before I change my mind."
Buddy whooped, grabbing your hand.
"I knew we'd win."
"You wore us down."
"That's still winning."
You laughed as he kissed your cheek.
"You are the most distracting person I've ever met."
"I prefer 'fun.'"
Charles opened the front door.
"I prefer 'walking headache.'"
Buddy threw an arm around both of you as you headed outside.
"Aw."
Charles groaned.
"We're going to fail this midterm."
Buddy smiled confidently.
"Maybe."
He looked at you.
"But we'll fail it together."
You laughed.
Charles sighed.
"...I really need smarter friends."
Buddy grinned.
"But then who would convince you to go to parties?"
Charles thought for a second.
"...Fair point."
The three of you burst into laughter as you headed down the driveway together, history books forgotten for at least one very fun evening.
