currently working on a Charlie Dalton fic to be released this summer and I had a quick question
do you prefer x reader or x oc
x reader
x oc
Voting ended onMar 3, 2024
I want this story to be my best work yet and before I delve too deep I’m curious to hear what you think. maybe to even avoid using Y/N you guys could suggest some possible nicknames???
(I hope this is the right way to request if it then i apologize in advance)
ps: nooo it's the right way, thank uuu <3
i hope you enjoy!!
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my requests are always open for give me a character + a trope.
Neil Perry + opposites attract: gender neutral!!
you met neil because of steven.
you were sneaking to welton in the night cause you had something that your parents give you for steven.
there's no need to lie, you hated welton with all your heart. the students here have always had to be perfect. that was something you appreciated. yes, you were getting good grades, and that was enough for you to pass the classes.
even you hate the school's system there were one person you always look up to, neil perry. he was your opposite, he was everything you want to be. unlike you he can talk to his parents about his future, but you were just following your parents' dreams.
i guess that was the reason you fell in love with him.
"steven?" you whispered and looked around. where was he?
"steven has to deal with something, with gerard." you heard neil. "i can help if you want."
"well, i just have to give these to steven."
neil smiled at you and walked towards you. you knew there was nothing special going on, you knew he only loved people like him.
you gave him the books and smiled.
"so, how was your school?"
"nothing but classic welton."
"yeah." and that's how the conversation ended. he didn't say anything and the silence began to be uncomfortable. "i have to go, good night then."
"wait, not right now." he grabbed your wrist and walked to his room really fast. you assumed that this was a 'sleep' time control.
he rushed you into his room, almost pushed you.
"y/n, is there a problem?" you heard todd's voice. he was your best friend after steven. "why did you dragged you secret crush in your room?" he said while laughing.
"i didn't."
"thank you todd, you just ruined my love confession."
you looked at them in surprise. "what? can somebody tell me what's going on?"
"well," neil said as he put the books on the table. "i was gonna confess but thanks to your best friend, it ruined."
"you like me?" you still don't understand, or simply you don't want to believe.
"i didn't like you at first, but over time you changed my mind. taking care of you or spending time with you was my favourite thing. i love helping you in trigonometry. "
you smiled. "trigonometry?"
"yeah," he laughed. "don't you like me?"
"i do neil, but i'm just shocked. it was unexpected."
"then, so that you won't be surprised, I'm telling you that I'm going to kiss you." he said while walking towards you.
"hey! i don't want to see my two friends kissing." todd closed his eyes. "please find another room."
"then please turn your behind todd." neil said as he came close to kissing you.
you stopped him by grabbing him by the shoulders. "i wanna kiss you to neil but i don't think it's a right time." you smiled and kissed his cheek. "see you tomorrow then?"
"yeah, see you tomorrow." you left the room smiling.
when you closed the door, you heard neil tell todd that he ruined your first kiss moment. you laughed silently and walked away with a big smile.
Charlie Dalton? Got into a real dps mood after watching the movie lol
part time lover, full time friend (anyone else but you by the moldy peaches)
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charlie dalton.
you had known him for years. there wasn't a part of you; for better or worse, that he hadn't seen. and you had seen him, for him, those moments that were so fleeting because he kept his true self so hidden from others, from you.
it was only natural that you developed feelings that veered toward the more romantic sort. of course, you were content to only be part of his life as a friend. it was easier that way.
and it was only natural that charlie ruined the content delusional world you lived in when he kissed you at a party.
full of liquor, feeling like you might be sick any minute, that all vanished when charlie placed that gentle kiss to your lips. full and sure of himself.
his thumb swiping over your cheek in a tender moment that twisted your heart painfully because...
because it was one thing to dream and fantasize about what it would be like to have this moment with charlie. to love him. to have him. but now that you had a small taste, it made the longing harder to bear.
especially when it happened again. and again. and again. until you came to expect it at least once when you attended a party with him.
it was only a matter of when, not if, your heart would give out - unable to take any more of this torture.
. .
charlie was a coward.
he knew it with every sweet kiss he bestowed upon you, it would be easier if they were passionate, lust-filled. an easy excuse. but it was never like that with you.
you were safe, you were comfort, you were home.
so of course he fell in love with you. he just couldn't tell you that because it was selfish, you deserved better than him.
he couldn't help, though, the careful way he touched you after a kiss. wanting the moment to linger, waiting for his heart to steady, hoping you would say something this time.
instead he pulls away, and instead of taking the risk, acts like the friend he's been for years until he can't resist his heart's pull to you.
. .
you're waiting for the train, shivering from the wind that is blowing through the open station. charlie leans against you, arm offering warmth, and maybe something else. you don't know anymore.
the train is late, the attendant had said so, but you didn't mind much.
conversation had been flowing for a while but dropped off into silence. and you didn't mind that either.
it was exhausting talking to charlie like there wasn't a giant elephant in every moment with him, screaming 'i love you i love you i love you'.
the train whistles and you look down the tracks to watch it approach, but you sigh when it's the wrong one. more waiting. passengers get on and off.
it leaves the station and there is a sudden darkness that takes over the area. you can see a few splatters of stars in the sky.
you turn to charlie, he's been too quiet, but when you turn he kisses you softly. a barely there peck.
completely sober, not an ounce of inebriation, looking at you with a look that sets your heart racing.
"can you forgive me for being a fool?"
you kiss him somehow, it's clumsy, you're smiling too much. and you almost knock charlie off balance, but he remains firm. returning the kiss with force.
Warnings: grief, loss, mentions of suicide, comfort
Summary: Charlie Dalton never came home for the Holidays, you’re friendship stuck strictly to summer time, but when he comes home in the Winter you’re ecstatic until you find out exactly why he’s home so soon and you’re the only thing left to comfort him during his time of grief.
word count: 2964
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You were camped out by your bedroom window, eyes staring at the house across from yours. You held a book in your hands but you had yet to open it, you were afraid that if you took your eyes away for one moment you’d miss evidence that what you had seen earlier was real. Three people had exited the Dalton’s vehicle and you knew the color of the champagne brown hair anywhere. But he never came home for Holidays and if he did it was much to early for school to already be out. So was he only a figment of your imagination, your dreams messing with your reality?
You weren’t sure how long you were sat by your window when the front door of the house finally opened. And there he was, bundled up in a hat and scarf, shovel in his hand, and 100% not a figment if your imagination. You leapt forward, as if getting closer to the window would make it easier to see him. You had never seen him in the Winter months, his skin was a shade paler, and the hat on his head much different from the messy uncombed look he kept in the summer. Seeing him in the snow for the first time was almost romantic as small snow flakes fell down and he moved to start shoveling the driveway. You waited a few moments to see how he moved, and enjoy the idea of him in the snowy months which up until now was only something you could imagine and had never seen.
Yet the longer he was there the more convinced you were he was real and quickly you bundled up to go and see him, your excitement overflowing. The scrape of his shovel on the ground was too loud for him to hear you approach. As you got closer your heart rate sped up at the thought of seeing him much sooner than you had anticipated.
“Charlie?” the boy looked up, brown eyes meeting your own, the shovel stopping almost instantly, and creating a silence that surrounded you both.
“Y/N, hey” his eyes were different. They weren’t full of mischief like they usually were and instead they were a cold shell of grief, so much hurt behind them. The thought scared you a little.
“Hi, I thought I saw you come home earlier. I just wanted to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me” you told him and he forced a smile but that was not the Charlie you knew. The one you knew would have a flirtatious comment matched with a smirk but instead the boy across from you seemed lost in a way.
“Yeah, it’s me” his sentence was short, and you started to feel uncomfortable that you had been holding the conversation when that was usually his job.
“I didn’t think Welton let out for the Holidays this early” it didn’t go unnoticed the flinch as you spoke this sentence.
“Yeah, we had a few last minute changes” his voice was cold, his mind obviously distant even though he stood right across from you. And it didn’t go unnoticed that he had yet to smile and Charlie always greeted you with a smile.
“Well, I’m glad you’re home. I would love to catch up. My parents are going to be out for the evening, I could make us some dinner?” you offered and Charlie looked at you, really stared as if he couldn’t decide eating with you would be a good idea.
“Sure, just let me know a time” he finally decided and you started to feel nervous around him and not the usual good nervous you did.
“Seven, I’ll see you then” you grinned, and he nodded, no other emotion on his face, before focusing back on the shovel, and filling the air with its scrapes. Confused he didn’t bid you goodbye you made your way back across the street and into your home.
Now knowing you had a guest for dinner, and that it was Charlie 6 months sooner than you had expected him, you started to panic. Suddenly the house wasn’t clean enough, all your dresses were too last season, and any meal you made wouldn’t be good enough. But at some point you ran out of things to clean, you settled on your navy blue dress with white pearls, and the only ingredients you had in the house meant dinner was beef stroganoff and nothing else. But as the meal was finishing up cooking, and the dining table was set for two, you became embarrassed of what Charlie might think. Yet you didn’t have much time to stress since a knock sounded at the door. Whipping your apron off you rushed over to let him inside from the bitter cold.
“Hi” you grinned at him, admiring the snowflakes that sat on his lashes. He walked in slowly as he removed his scarf and you shut the door behind him.
“It smells great” he spoke, all of his personality still missing.
“You’re just in time, I just finished cooking” you told him as you led him to the kitchen. He took a seat as you grabbed the food to set some servings on your plates. His eyes noticed the half drank wine glass on the counter.
“I didn’t know you drank?” you looked to where his eyes were and became embarrassed all over again.
“Rarely, only to soothe my nerves” you spoke as you went to put the glass and bottle away.
“No, bring it over here. We can drink together” stopping in your tracks you grabbed a fresh glass and brought it to the table. Setting the clean one in front of him you gave him a good pour before refilling your own.
“I hope you like beef stroganoff, I didn’t have ingredients for anything else” you said as you looked at the simple meal you had placed in front of him.
“You were nervous?” Charlie ignored your comment about the dinner, focusing on your excuse for the wine. This comment from him was normal, the only thing missing was the suggestive tone he would use to say it, so instead the sentence felt way to empty for it to make your heart beat.
“Well yeah, I don’t have many guests for dinner and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself” you spoke, not letting on that he made you nervous in general.
“The stroganoff is perfect, better than any prep school food” he finally said and you smiled as he quickly took a bite.
“How was this past semester, Nolan still strict?” you found yourself asking because you always did when he came home from school. But again the boys body went rigid and he chewing stopped.
“It was like it always was” Charlie struggled with the words, obviously unclear of what to say.
“Well that can’t be true, your Mom told me you took quite a liking towards english, and your grades were better than they had ever been” for the first time since approaching him this morning the smallest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“We had a new english teacher. Different than any teacher I ever had, I actually looked forward to going to his class” you took noticed of the word had but chose to ignore it considering the tiniest glimpse of the Charlie you knew was sitting there right in the corner of his lips.
“I love english, it’s nice to see you found a passion for it also” you told him, realizing Charlie had changed a lot in the past few months you hadn’t seen him.
“Yeah, I used to think all those poems you liked were silly but now I enjoy them. I actually write some of my own” your eyebrows rose, shock flowing through your body. Charlie willingly writing poems, now this couldn’t be true.
“You write poems? I don’t know if I believe it” you started to shake your head and suddenly he laughed. It was short and quick but it warmed your heart and the cold shell of the Charlie across from you actually had real emotions for a moment.
“It’s true, I even joined a secret club dedicated to reading poems” Charlie hadn’t felt anything since he left school. It’s as if Neil dying killed any passion he had left at all. But here, talking to you, he felt something. Something small but enough to remind him there was still some good in the world even though it felt as if it was all gone.
“Now that sounds like fun, can I join or is it for Welton members only?” you asked, a bit excited at the thought Charlie found something to be this into.
“No it’s for anyone. We call ourselves the Dead Poets Society, we’re real romantics” Charlie rose his eyebrows suggestively and you laughed but felt your heart swell because there he was. This was your Charlie, the one you knew.
“I would love to attend a meeting of this Dead Poets Society” but then his eyes stopped shining, the smile fell from his face, and he shrunk back down in his chair. “Is everything okay Charlie? You don’t seem like yourself”
“That’s because I’m not” you noticed the water well up in his eyes and suddenly clear as day you realized this Charlie that came home was broken.
“Charlie, it’s me. You can tell me anything” but you weren’t sure that was true anymore. He rarely wrote you this semester and he always wrote you. Maybe this Charlie had been around for a while.
“My life is a mess Y/N. I’ve lost so much, I’m not sure what to even live for anymore” your stomach twisted at his words. The Charlie you knew lived for adventure, trouble, romance, and experience. Now the one in front of you didn’t see anything good in the world anymore.
“Charlie, what’s going on? What happened?” you reached across the table for him, taking his hand into your own, your heart breaking at the sight of him so lost.
“Neil died Y/N” you gasped as you tightened your grip on his hand. You had met Neil the small handful of times he was actually allowed to visit in the summer. Never enough to get to know him but you did know he was Charlie’s best friend. The one person he relied on when he went back to school. “He killed himself and the school is blaming it on our English teacher, they wanted me to sign a paper saying it was true but I couldn’t because it isn’t true. They kicked me out and now I’ll never see any of my friends again”
“Oh my God” tears fell down the boys cheeks as he finally admitted all of this out loud. He didn’t get to say goodbye, he didn’t get a chance to tell Keating how much he did for him, and he had been alone with his parents who had been so disappointed in him that he bottled everything he was feeling up until he could’t feel anymore.
“I don’t understand how for the very first time in my life I felt like I was actually living it ended like this” you quickly stood and rushed over to his side of the table. Falling to your knees beside him you began to rub his back because this Charlie had every right to feel the way he did. He lost a friend, and in the wake of all of that he ended up losing everything else.
“Charlie, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened” you wanted to cry for him as he turned into your embrace, crying into your shoulder. You were the first person to comfort him since everything had happened. Since the moment he got the call about Neil he had to comfort everyone else and when his parents got there, they were too mad at him for getting expelled to comfort him over the loss of his friend.
“He was so young Y/N. You should’ve seen his smile the last night I saw him. He had so much to live for” he gripped onto you tightly as you continued to rub his back. You had never seen him break down like this before.
“Charlie, it’s okay. I’m here and everything is gonna turn out okay” you told him as he continued to hold you in his embrace. At least he still had you. Through it all at least he could always rely on you and now he just had to pray his parents wouldn’t send him somewhere far away because right now the only thing he could handle would be staying with you.
“I’m sorry I ruined dinner” he muttered into your neck and you shook your head, pulling back to look him in his eyes.
“You didn’t ruin it. I missed you and even though you got expelled I’m ecstatic to have you here” you told him with a soft smile and he chuckled as he wiped his tears away. “I should’ve poured you a bigger glass though”
“Finally being able to talk about it is comfort enough” he told you and you returned to your spot at the table. He instantly missed the feeling of you in his arms and made note to stay as close to you tonight as possible.
“The wine will still help” you offered as you picked up your glass. He picked up his own and looked at you with a curious expression. “To Neil, who was so full of life that not even life could fulfill him. And to you Charlie for being strong despite all the trauma the past few months have brought your way. Life will go on and you’ll feel guilty but soon, one day you’ll wake up, and it won’t hurt as much anymore. Then when you feel guilty for that you’ll have to remember that Neil would be proud that you tried to live your life as best as you could despite it all”
“Cheers” Charlie’s lips quivered as he spoke but he clicked his glass with your own and took a sip as he fought off the tears. He cried every night since Neil passed and he was so sick of crying.
“To you Y/N, for always knowing the right thing to say and being the first person to comfort me since I lost my best friend. And for being the one good thing about being back home. Then hopefully you’ll finally let me kiss you tonight” you both laughed as he did his own toast and clinked your glasses again.
“You’ve had the opportunity to kiss me since we were fifteen Charlie, I was never stopping you” you told him and just like that, slight mischief appeared behind his eyes as he smirked beck at you.
“Yeah, I stopped myself because it would hurt that much worse leaving you 9 months out of the year” he told you and you tilted your head as you furrowed your eyebrows together.
“And how well did that work out for you?” you asked and he chuckled, feeling much lighter since everything was off his chest now and he could feel normal being himself around you.
“Well I still missed you like crazy so apparently not that great, the only good thing about this semester was having the Dead poets to distract me from how much I wanted to see you” you both had never been this honest with each other but as of right now you had your entire future laying ahead of you and maybe for the first time you both actually had the choice to have each other in it.
“Well I missed you like crazy too, it feels like a fever dream having you here with me” you told him, finishing off your glass of wine.
“Well get used to it, because I’m sticking around” he told you and you shared a smile before you both finished your meal together. But sadly your parents would be home soon, and you could only spend so much time holding out a meal to stay together. So soon enough you had to walk him to the door.
“I’m glad you came” you said as you helped him into his jacket. He turned and smiled at you as he pulled his hat on his head and you smoothed out the front of his coat.
“Me too, I needed this” he said and you smiled as you looked up into his brown eyes that actually held a little more life in them than they did when he first got here.
“Let’s hangout tomorrow after school, we can go see a movie or something” he smiled and nodded as he started towards the door.
“Oh wait, I forgot something” he said as he turned back around and you gave him a confused look but before you knew it his lips were on your own. You gasped slightly as he tilted you back and kissed you hard. He kissed you like his whole life depended on it, and you could feel every thank you and how much he had wanted to do this behind it. Your body felt like jello and you didn’t think you had ever been kissed like that. Quickly he pulled you back upright and broke his mouth from your own, breathing heavily as he looked at you.
“Goodnight Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow” he whispered and you nodded, unable to speak as he walked back to the door and slipped outside. You stood there, still shocked he had actually kissed you, and you were sure if you moved you were bound to fall.
Y/n has a crush on her brother’s best friend. One evening when his family comes over, him and Y/n are kicked outside for bad behavior. Keeping each other company ends up in a confession. And in a quick date.
The reader pronouns: she/her
Pairing: Charlie Dalton x perry!reader
Words count: 1.8k
Tw: mr Perry being a misogynist, also this isn't proofread
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Two rebelled souls
"I don't want to hear anymore of your protests, you're wearing a dress!"
An argue filled the Perry's house. The thing was, Y/n really hated dresses. It was enough she was forced to wear a skirt as a part of her school uniform.
"Oh my god it's only Charlie and his parents, I don't have to dress up."
"The Daltons are a respected, wealthy family, I do not want you embarrassing us in front of them."
With an upset grimace on her face, Y/n went to the room she shared with her brother. Neil was there, sitting on his bed. There were barely times they saw each other since Neil went to Welton.
"What's that?" Y/n gestured at a few sheets of paper her brother was holding.
Neil looked at his sister with a smile. "It's a script for a play. I didn't want to tell you through the phone, I got a part in Midsummer Night's Dream."
Anger faded away from Y/n's body, it was replaced by happiness she felt for Neil. Becoming an actor was his biggest dream and she wanted to support him.
"That's so great!" She exclaimed. "What did mom and dad say?"
"They don't know. I'm not sure if I want them to find out. Could you not tell them?"
"Yeah, don't worry. I can come though, right? When is it?"
"It’s exactly in two weeks. You could come to Welton by 4pm and then we could all go to the theater together."
"Great idea! I'll be there. I'm so happy for you!"
As the siblings hugged each other, the doorbell could be heard. It brought back their father's words to Y/n's head.
"Are you coming?" Neil questioned as he was about to exit the room.
Y/n didn't seem to be getting to go. "I gotta find some clothes to get father's blood boiling. He said I have to wear a dress."
"You do you I guess." With a chuckle, he disappeared behind the door.
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Y/n tried to get dressed as quick as possible. She decided for gray slacks and a shirt with white and blue stripes.
When the girl walked downstairs to the dining room, everyone's eyes were on her. Just as she wanted, her father's blood was boiling as much as he didn't want to show it. He hated seeing her in pants, he hated seeing any woman in pants. He considered them men's clothes only even if they were popularized among women now too.
"Good evening." Y/n greeted with the kindest smile on her face when she joined everyone at the table.
"What are you wearing?" Her father inquired.
"My most elegant clothes. We're having quests, dad." The girl tried to mess around a little, pretending she doesn't know what the man is talking about.
"I told you to wear a dress. You have plenty of dresses. Pants aren't for women. Don't embarrass me." He argued as if he wasn't embarrassing himself in front of his guests.
"Pants are much more comfortable though."
"Stop making it difficult and go change."
"You're the one making it difficult."
"I was just telling Mr Dalton how much of a talented young woman you are, talented women don't wear pants."
Y/n scoffed. Talented, sure. She knew he made up lies about her. He knew and disliked that Y/n didn't want to be a housewife in the future. To everyone, he described his daughter as a perfect future housewife, but he knew she wanted a career.
"Marlene Dietrich was arrested for wearing pants in 1933. It was 26 years ago, why is the world still not over women wearing them?"
"Can you stop arguing in front of our guests?" Y/n's mom interrupted the fight.
Y/n was what people would call a rebellious daughter. She really liked the idea of feminism, letting women focus on education and careers, letting women wear whatever they want. Her parents considered Y/n a threat to their family's good name.
"I like how Y/n is dressed." Charlie chimed in, drinking a sip of juice from his glass. He gained everyone's attention.
Charlie's father spoke. "That isn't an appropriate comment in such situation."
"What, am I wrong? Women don't need dresses to look good." He winked at Y/n. They formed an alliance.
"Maybe you should go outside and think about what you've just said."
"That's a good idea." Y/n and Neil's father added. "Y/n could join him."
"It's winter." The girl said. "It's really cold outside, you can't kick us out."
"You both have coats, don't you?"
And that was how Y/n and Charlie ended up outside. Not that they minded, they didn't. At least they didn't have to listen to the adults talking about their boring jobs and lives and everything.
"Neil told me he got a part in a play." Y/n announced, sitting on a bench on the porch in front of the house. She was sure the others can't hear them.
"He'll be able to impress that boy he likes," Charlie chuckled, sitting next to the girl. "Are you coming?"
"Obviously." She paused. "Neil didn't mention any boy he likes. He should have told me, I'm his sister."
"It's complicated. There's this new boy, Todd, they're so in love with each other, but they are afraid to ask one another out."
"Understandable. This kind of love isn't very...welcomed by the society. Plus this constant pressure father puts on Neil... he would disown him if he found out Neil is in love with a boy."
Charlie pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his coat. After putting one in his lips, he offered a cigarette to Y/n too. The girl accepted, without hesitation. Her father would probably smell that, but it didn't matter at the moment.
"You and Neil are a menace to your family, aren't you?" Charlie joked as he lit up Y/n's cigarette.
"Says you."
"Hey, it is no surprise when I break the rules. Neil does it secretly, so doesn't count. And I don't remember you being much of a rebel."
A smirk appeared on Y/n's face as she blew the smoke out of her nose. "There's so much you don't know about me."
"Tell me everything then?" He scooted closer to the girl. "So far I've known you as my best friend's sister, but you might actually be an interesting individual."
Y/n chuckled, thinking about where to start. She had always liked Charlie, like as in having a crush on him. He seemed so out of her reach though. A rebellious boy from a wealthy family. It was almost certain his parents will force him to settle down for a girl from an equally wealthy family.
"Well, I matured during the past few years." Y/n admitted. "I've discovered a way I wanna live, I've discovered feminism. I realized my parents had planned a life for me that I didn't want, so I just try to pursue the life I'd enjoy."
"And what would you enjoy?"
"Being a model. Like Marilyn Monroe, I'd love to be a fashion icon, a scandalous star..."
"You'd be the brightest star America had ever seen."
Thankfully it was already dark outside and the light peaking through a window from the inside of the house wasn't enough to make Y/n's blushed cheeks noticeable.
"T-thank you. Do you, uhh, do you know what, or who, inspired me to rebel against what people expect me to be?"
Charlie chuckled as he inhaled on his cigarette. "Probably Marilyn Monroe? Marlene Dietrich?"
"No," Y/n paused, still deciding if she was going to say what she wanted to say, "you, Charlie."
The answer surprised the boy, he clearly didn't see that coming. After all, they didn't spend much time together. Charlie was Neil's friend and they were at Welton most of the year anyways.
"How so?"
"I've always...liked you, in many meanings."
Charlie raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Just as he said, women swoon."
"Who said what?" Y/n chuckled.
"Doesn't matter. So you wanna kiss now, or what?"
Without any more unnecessary talking, Y/n placed her lips on Charlie’s. When the boy’s brain clicked on what’s happening, he started kissing her back. His chapped lips felt a bit rough on the girl’s soft ones.
They were so caught in the moment that they didn’t hear the door of the house opening. Thanks to the lovers’ luck, it was only Neil.
“Mom and dad said- whoa, whoa, whoa-” the boy stopped in his tracks, closing the door. He had an amused expression on his face. “-said you can come back inside.”
Y/n pulled away from Charlie. When she saw her brother, she thought it might not end well. Older brothers are usually angry when their sisters and best friends have a thing for each other, right?
“I can explain that.” Y/n offered. Meanwhile Charlie didn’t seem very bothered.
“I could see that comming,” Neil laughed, “when we call, you always asked the most questions about Charlie. And you, Charlie. You’re, well, yourself, I’m not surprised. Just don’t hurt her, alright?”
Y/n’s mouth parted in confiusion. “So you’re not angry?”
“Charlie’s better for you than some random guy I’d barely know, right? Not to mention the adults were just talking about you two getting together in the future.”
“So, do we have your blessings?” Charlie joked.
“You do. Now come inside, it’s so cold.”
“In a minute.”
Neil disappeared behind the door with a big smile on his face.
Y/n stood up from the bench. “So, let’s go, yeah?” She offered her hand to Charlie, who took it and stood up as well.
“What about going on our first date instead?”
“That could work too. Give me a second, I’ll go and tell-”
Charlie shut Y/n’s mouth by placing a quick peck on her lips. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, there’s so much more you have to learn from me.”
He reached to the pocked of his coat. His father’s car keys clinked in the boy’s palm. Y/n’s eyes lit up.
“Are we stealing your dad’s car?”
“Not stealing. We’ll be back soon. Up to an hour.”
Charlie put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders as they walked to the car in a quick pace. Y/n felt a bit worried about how her parents would react. It was the first time she ran away with a boy, even if just for an hour, her parents would be disappointed. The girl tried to push these thoughts away and focus on where Charlie was taking her. Charlie. Her brother’s best friend. Her crush since she was a young girl. He felt the same about her as she did about him. This was happiness.
“So tell me,” Charlie spoke, ripping the girl away from her thoughts, “have you ever had someone play the saxophone in a cave for you?”
