Two Days Later
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”Charlie!” Dallas yells, waving his hand from the other end of the hallway, he had Talia on his arm, Charlotte smiles and waves back at him. The night at the party, Charlotte told Dallas about her multiple childhood nicknames and he picked ‘Charlie’. Him and Talia walk down the hall, he leans against the locker next to Charlotte’s, Talia moves Charlotte away from her locker before looking in the mirror that was glued to the inside of the locker’s door. “Charlie, What classes do you have today?” He asks, running a hand through his brown curls.
”Um, I’m actually free for the whole day, just got a note from the nurse, just grabbing my stuff so I can go.” Charlotte says as she points to her locker, which Talia was now going through, popping one of the chocolate kisses into her mouth. “I can take you home, I know you caught a ride with another cheerleader, and I have free periods for half of the day.” Dallas offers, grabbing Charlotte’s hot pink sequin book bag. Talia let’s out a high pitch whine, slamming Charlotte’s locker. “But you promised to spend the day with me, sweetie.” She whines, the noise annoying Charlotte.
”Talia, your friend isn’t feeling well. I’ll just hurry up and take her home, I’ll come back as fast as I can.” Dallas says, wondering why he had to explain himself to a girl he wasn’t even fully dating, they were dating but not officially, especially now that Talia was sleeping with other people. Him and Charlotte walk out of the school building, he leads her to his black truck. Opening the passenger door, he lifts her into the truck before closing the door and going around, getting into the driver side, he starts up the car with the key and reaches over, putting Charlotte’s seatbelt on before doing the same with his.
”So how come you wanted to help give me a lift home instead of spending the day with your little girlfriend?” Charlotte asks, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in her stomach as Dallas starts to pulling out of the school parking lot, starting to drive towards Charlotte’s street. “She’s not my girlfriend, at first, we was official but then she went on this whole rage episode where she was talking about how she wanted to have an open relationship. When I told her ass no, she said she was down for just being hookup buddies, now she’s acting like a clingy girlfriend.” Dallas explains.
Charlotte keeps quiet for a little bit, clutching her stomach as she feels her breakfast coming up, Dallas looks over at her, concern takes over his face. “Hey, Charlie, you feeling alright?” He asks, pulling into her driveway, just as he turns off the truck, she throws up -in his truck, his newly cleaned truck-. He quickly gets out the truck, rushing over to her side, opening the door before unbuckling her seat belt.
He helps her out of the car as she starts crying. Oh, please don’t cry. He thinks to himself. “I’m so so sorry, I tried holding it in for as long as possible, I didn’t mean to throw up in your truck, I’m so sorry.” Charlotte says in between sobs, trying to brush her now wet hair off of her face. She kept apologizing over and over again as Dallas closed the truck door and walked up to the door, fishing into Charlotte’s purse, he finds her keys and unlocks the door.
When she stops apologizing, Dallas looks down at her and finds her falling asleep in his arms. “Oh gosh, Charlie.” He mumbles as he goes into the living room, placing her on the large beige L-shaped couch. Once he makes sure she’s fine, he places the matching beige blanket on her, tucking it under her before walking out of the living room and going to the kitchen. He looks through the drawers for some medicine, finally finding some in one of the bathrooms, he grabs the Pepto Bismol and also some pills for her headache she was going to have when she woke up. 170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDewK1Hxa1v
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He places them on the coffee table and goes into the kitchen, looking through the pantry, he finds a few things and decides to make her some homemade chicken noodle soup with grilled cheese and crackers on the side. He goes back into the living room and sits down on the part of the couch where Charlotte wasn’t lying at. He grabs the tv remote, noticing the two ps4 controllers that sat on the coffee table. He smiles and picks one up, turning on the game before clicking the game ‘Apex’.170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbv7fuVGo2k
