"I don’t have a problem with that one," shrugged Lea and started playing with a strand of her hair. "Luca is in San Francisco, visiting his grandma for the weekend so no. I still didn’t get an answer to my question?"
"Lucky you," The brunette chuckled again. "Oh, didn’t know." Charlotte shrugged. "My bad, considering that I don’t really have a boyfriend— no.” The brunette tapped her mother to get the woman’s attention. “Thanks for the invite though, we’ll be over soon.” She said, quickly hanging up the phone. “We’re going to Lea’s. Make a salad.” Charlotte told her mother before escaping to her bedroom to pick out the perfect outfit.
"So what’s the hard part?" inquired the brunette, getting more comfortable on the couch. "No, I think the rest is here. Mother teamed up with another neighbour basically. You bringin’ your boyfriend?"
"Finding a way to stop drinking it," she quipped back, laughing lightly at her attempt for a joke. Charlotte ran her fingers through her hair and turned on her heels, "Sounds good. Uh— are you bringing yours?"
"I don’t think that’s necessary. One warning though, just about everything contains meat. So maybe the salad isn’t such a bad idea," she chuckled and looked up as her mother came out of the kitchen and just passed by. It was strange, these occasional acts of socializing, started by her parents. "Bring booze," whispered Lea to the phone.
Charlotte shook her head, though she knew Lea couldn’t see it. “Then we’ll bring salad.” The girl listened closely as she walked around the house, searching for her parents to alert them of the plans for tonight. “Booze is the easy part,” Charlotte chuckled lightly, whispering back. “Anything else?” She smiled as she found her mother and father in the living room.
Lea picked up her phone and dialed a number she hasn’t used in…months. “Hey, it’s Lea. So uh, the cookout is still on today, at five. You coming?”
Charlotte was nearly shocked to see her phone ringing. Or at least, she was shocked to see the number that had been calling. “Uh— hello?” Her voice questioned the other end, but Lea’s voice came through quickly and briefly. “Yeah— we’ll um— be there?” Charlotte said, still unsure. “I know I was joking about the salad earlier but really, should we bring anything?”
Childhood -- Growin' up Charlotte
Charlotte was a very active and excitable as a child. She loved to play and could never really sit still. The little girl was also very fond of getting her way, despite growing up in a strict and rather argumentative household. However, Charlotte was persistent and stubborn, two traits that still stick with her today and emerge when she’s feeling frustrated or limited. As far as active and excitable go, Lottie still possesses those qualities when it comes to the experiences and opportunities she is met with. Other than that, she tries to exude coolness and confidence as much as possible, despite being a dork underneath.
Okay stop. Yeah, everyone’s just fine, busy with work as always. At least I’ll get the house to myself more.
Well, alright then. I mean it’s just me but— no problem. Class is starting soon anyway. Tell your parents I said hey.
Apparently I might become the co-captain or vice captain or something, so yeah, I’m definitely continuing. Also more competitions. Should be fun and that’s why I’m in. Oh, okay, yeah. How’s everyone by the way?
I think it’s called co-captain. Yeah, congrats. Don’t those competitions go to different states? Sounds cool. I wonder how they’ll get you to actually compete because I’m sure you’ll be sneaking out— but that’s probably the fun part for you. Everyone’s good. Doing the same old, same old. How about on your end?
Oh— uhh— okay. Sure. I know I’ll have fun, one way or another. Yeah, good for you. I think I was supposed to invite you and your family over for a cookout this weekend, but I’m not sure if it’s happening so let me get back to you on that one.
That was— it was only a joke. Well, I hope you do. Thanks. Are you planning to cheer next year too? Oh— okay. My mom would be glad to go because you know she always brings ambrosia salad. But this year she’s on a diet so— expect actual salad.
Thanks. You haven’t changed one single bit Char. Yeah I guess, we’ll see. He always has plans. Sounds good though, I hope you have fun? I can’t think of any parties until I’ve caught up with all the sleep deficit.
I’m glad you said that, but at the same time it sucks cause it makes me feel like a little kid. I wanna be older, dammit! You don’t sound at all excited— but I’m sure you’ll have fun. I hope you have fun. And thanks. You know, I thought the same at first but then I realized I sleep in class and I sleep instead of doing homework. So, party time it is.
I like the colours, yeah. It’s the best way to look at it — only 45 minutes and I’m free for two months. Plans? Hm, I don’t have any specific ones, I’ll just go where the wind takes me. You?
Thanks, and your rings are pretty too. I know, high school makes me feel like a caged animal. Senior year should be so much fun though. I don’t want to think about Senior year for the next two months, but that should be good when it comes around. I’m actually surprised, since I thought you and Luca would have every day of the next two months figured out. Kind of the same though. Maybe just one vacation with the family, but mostly beaches and parties with friends.