your phone won’t stop ringing - this is like, what? the seventh time charlie called you today? your phone has been non stop vibrating since you woke up this morning and you chose to ignore it. if you can ignore seven missed calls, what’s ten more right? that’s what you thought ten seconds ago but it’s starting to get on your nerves. it’s too much and you can’t focus on your work anymore so when your phone rang for the eighth time, you angrily picked up the phone and answered him.
“y/n-”
you didn’t even let charlie finish what he was saying. “no. i still don’t want to.”
“oh, come on! it’s just for ONE day!”
the truth is, charlie was bothering you because he wanted you to play the role of his ‘lover’ for a school reunion party. and you kept telling him no. why would you, anyways. it’s just a bit annoying. playing pretend with charlie wasn’t really a new thing between the two of you. heck, you’ve been playing pretend with him as ‘just a friend’ for years now. and when you finally decided to move on from that phase of your life, he asked you to be his fake date. talk about bad timing, am i right? somewhere in this universe, the cupid is laughing at you and you just want to punch that baby-faced stupid archer for playing with your fate.
“well, i’m busy that day! i have tons of work to do and you’ve been nothing but a nuisance to me!” says you.
“please? just please please please go with me?”
“why can’t you ask anyone else? you’re a social butterfly, aren’t ya? go ask one of your other friends, instead.”
“but i only want to go with you.”
there he is again, making your heart skip a beat and adding butterflies in your stomach that pretty much have been looking like a butterfly sanctuary ever since you acquired this feeling for him. he flutters your system, deranges them in a way no one else could. this is annoying. the worst part is he doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you. fuck it.
just this one, you said. this is the last. after this fake date thing, you’re definitely going to move on. charlie did say it’s just a one time thing. you sighed.
“fine.”
“fine…?” you can feel charlie smiling through the phone.
“fine. i’ll go. but you owe me one, ok?”
“don’t worry, y/n. we’re going to have the best time of our lives.”
“yeah.” you hope so.
-
ugh. you have been smiling at everyone since you arrived with charlie and it is wearing you off. smile here, smile there. “hi, i’m charlie’s date.” here and there. you’ve heard a lot of embarrassing stories of charlie being a reckless dumbass tonight, nothing you haven’t heard before. you wouldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it but your social battery sure is running low. your shoes are killing you from standing too much, your face muscles hurts everytime you force a smile or a chuckle. you wanted to go home but charlie is nowhere to be found.
where is he? you impatiently tap your feet on the floor, pouring yourself another glass of wine. you weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings because you’re focused on your phone, texting charlie multiple messages all at once. you didn’t notice someone approaching the table you were at and when you looked up from your phone, you were surprised to find someone familiar there.
“dani?” you asked, still unsure if you’re seeing them right. they smiled at you.
“y/n! it’s been a long time, never thought i’d see you here!”
“the feeling is mutual. how have you been, huh?”
they chuckled. dani was an old friend - you actually had a crush on them long before charlie. this is becoming such a weird night. you conversed with dani, forgetting charlie for a bit. you catched up with each other and stuff.
“are you here with someone? cause, if you’re not… i know a really good cafe nearby.”
“oh, actually.. i, uh-” you hesitated for a moment. should you tell dani about charlie or…? you did say you’re going to move on from charlie. this might be the chance for that. but then again. all of a sudden, someone grabbed your waist from behind your back. you smelled the strong scent first and then you heard his voice speaking so close to you. you looked beside you and there he is, charlie.
“hey. who’s this?” he asked in a low voice. there’s something about charlie’s demeanor right now that you can’t quite place. is he…? no. you’re probably seeing things because of the wine. yeah. just the wine.
“dani. charlie, right?”
charlie nodded. he didn’t spare another glance to dani, instead he looked at you. determined to ignore the third party with hopes of driving them away. you frowned at him.
“actually, we need to go now.” charlie said and started to pull you away from the table. before you can protest, he tugged your hand.
“call me!” was all you heard from dani as you and charlie swam against the crowd towards the exit.
“what’s your problem?” you shouted, trying to get out of his grasp. he just walked, still holding your wrist.
“charlie.” no answer.
“charlie!”still no response.
you stopped walking. “CHARLIE.”
he stopped.
“what the heck’s your problem?”
he faced you. “you. you’re my problem.”
you frowned. “what? are you fucking kidding me? this - what? you do know you’re the one who force me to come here with you and now you’re the one who’s fucking pissed off? fuck you, charlie. honestly, what the fuck.”
“that’s not the issue!”
“what? tell me!”
“are you dense? i’ve been hinting at you all night! I LIKE YOU.”
that shut you up.
“what?”
“damn it, y/n.. i’ve been hinting that i like you for years now. i don’t even know whose more dumb between the two of us.”
you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not but you wish it was real. is this real? you’re speechless.
“say something. don’t leave me in the dark.”
“you’re so stupid. if you just told me about this directly.”
silence.
“i like you too, you know?” you avoided his gaze. this is so embarrassing. “i thought i was the only one. so i didn’t say anything but i swear. if you just told me, we’re probably married right now.”
“is it too late for us?”
you looked at him. “maybe… not? i know a really good cafe nearby… if you want to-”
charlie grinned. “are we dating?”
you wanted to melt on the spot. this is so awkward. “i guess.”
charlie took your hand.
“buckle up. we’re going to have the best night of our life.”
My really good friend was a bit upset that their BNHA one shot fic wasn't getting a lot of hits and I asked, "Aw, how many does it have?"
And she says "like 1k+ in one month, pretty low"
and me in the corner with my 25,477 word multi-chap fic with 500+ hits:
Then again, she was posting in a very popular tag so I can see why
