#josie1

[thecharliebaker]

Truth’s Overrated || Closed

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Charlie stood there, staring at Josie, waiting for her to speak. Instead, she bit her lip and turned her back to him, fixating on a vase of what looked like dying flowers on the coffee table and attempted to tidy them up. Charlie watched her, perplexed, feeling his frustration start to rise. “Josie.” He frowned, taking a couple of steps towards her. How hard would it be to give him a simple reassuring answer? A laugh. Something Anything. The silence was making him feel uneasy. Making it seem like -A had been onto something after all. The way Josie didn’t just fall over laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing was. That he could ever be Emma’s father. It was worrying. Finally, Charlie could take it no longer. He reached out and removed the vase from the table, beyond irritated now. She shouldn’t play games like this, it wasn’t funny and Charlie had never taken her for the type. “Say something.” He snapped, frowning as he watched her look away and bite her lip again.

“She’s yours.” The reply, when it came, threw Charlie. Even though this weird, paranoid part of him had been expecting it almost... he felt like he’d just been kicked in the head by a horse. “Excuse me?” Josie’s gaze lifted to his face, her eyes sad as she raked her fingers through her blonde curls. Something about her expression made Charlie feel uneasy but then she was turning from him again with a heavy sigh and that was when she finally seemed to find her voice. Though, by this point, Charlie was actually beginning to wish that she’d kept quiet or he hadn’t come round in the first place. He wasn’t ready for any of this and he had no idea that -A had pretty much set this whole thing up for her to lie. Josie seemed so sincere, while she was telling the story, she seemed on the verge of tears, so apologetic. But he couldn’t quite believe it was true. That, years ago, he’d cheated on Jenna with Josie one night while he’d been so drunk that he couldn’t recall the incident now. Drunk? Charlie remembered the night itself, that his friend was talking about... but he couldn’t actually remember sleeping with her. To this day he swore he’d only had two glasses of wine. Josie insisted this wasn’t the case and... how could he say otherwise? It’s not like Charlie thought she would lie about any of this, it’s just that he hadn’t thought -A was right. He thought they were just messing with him or trying to cause a rift between him and Ruby somehow, or... just trying to make him hurt because of Sophie.

“I should have told you... but you didn’t remember - or didn’t want to - and... you were with Jenna. You had a family. Charlie, I’m sorry..” But Charlie wasn’t listening. She’d had plenty of chances since then. Hell, when Emma had figured it out, put it all together... was that not the right moment?! He was furious. At her. At himself. At -A. Everything. This couldn’t be happening. There was just... no way. Charlie couldn’t be Emma’s father. But Josie wouldn’t lie, Charlie trusted her. Once a cheater, always a cheater - right? And Sophie... he didn’t know how to handle any of this. What did he do? Try to form a relationship with Emma? Charlie didn’t know if he was ready for something like that. It suddenly felt very raw. 

This kind of turned his whole world upside down and all she could say was sorry? He dropped the vase back on the table, probably tipping it sideways, and then turned and simply walked out of her house without so much as a backwards glance.

[thecharliebaker]

Truth’s overrated || Charlie & Josie

@josie--williamson

Charlie had been going over and over it in his head. -A’s text. It was impossible to ignore the not-so-subtle meaning of it but it was also impossible to add it all up in his head. None of it made sense. There was no way that what -A was implying (that he and Josie had ever hooked up) was possible. He’d remember. He’d been with Jenna at the time so that would mean that he’d cheated on her back then too... and he wouldn’t have. Would he? Sometimes Charlie didn’t even feel like he really knew himself anymore so... was it possible? He didn’t know but he knew that letting time pass him by and ignoring what was actually going on here wasn’t working anymore. He needed to get the whole story out of Josie. If -A was just messing him around (which he highly suspected as they’d done it enough in the past and not just to him) then Josie would confirm it for him and they could have a laugh about how silly and panicky he got over things.

After spending the morning going through his mail he couldn’t sit still much longer. He made sure Sophie’s cat was okay and left the apartment. He always got a horrible feeling leaving her alone after -A had taken her but hopefully they wouldn’t try that again. Who knows what he’d end up having to do for them to get her back... or what they’d make Ruby do. Charlie didn’t want to be the reason she became a target. Though he was incredibly worried about her right now after a text -A had sent about her being next on their list after Imogen. He was very stressed and just wanted to keep her safe... but he didn’t know how. He could never keep anyone safe. Heading to the Flower Pot, he found it closed for the morning, so his next stop was Josie’s place. He hoped Emma wouldn’t be there but he was pretty sure she’d said she was staying at Imogen’s. As certain as he was that this whole -A thing was just a way to freak him out and make him lose focus, Emma’s insistence of being his daughter still set him on edge right now. As he knocked on the door and waited for her to open it, he wondered if he should have spoken about all this to Ruby first, brought her up to speed.... but he really wanted to get to the bottom of it all first.

[samueltaylor-rp-blog-blog]

Mid Morning Relief || Sam & Josie

Samuel found himself leaving his office earlier than planned to go and see Josie, his friend and arguably also his lover. He found mistress to be too crude a term and lover definitely suited the relationship that they had; sexual yet caring and adoring of each other. There were very few people who Sam would drop everything for to go to their aid and Josie was one of them. Upon hearing she was suffering with a major hangover, Sam didn't hesitate in leaving work to go and attend to her in whatever way that she desired.

Still dressed in his rather casual work outfit of jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket, Sam made his way from his office in Midtown over to Josie's place in Brooklyn. The ride was shorter than expected and soon he was outside her apartment building. Sam climbed the stairs before arriving at her apartment door. As they'd known each other some time and were close, he had a key to her place and he let himself in, making his way to the bedroom after locking the door behind him. He smiled when he saw her and remarked "Hangover better yet?"