"The most important thing is, even if we're apart, I'll always be with you." ~ Christopher Robin
"You actually told them?" Danica questioned in disbelief.
"I actually did," I replied.
"To every last detail?" She clarified.
"Oh, no way." I refused. "I could never cry like that in front of all of them. They just have the gist of it. But more than most people, you know?"
"What did they say about it? What did Charlie say?" She responded.
"They asked a couple of small questions. Charlie didn't say anything except for a little 'I'm sorry' like most people." I explained.
"He clawed it out of you and didn't say anything?" She gasped.
"I know, right?" I agreed.
"My boss is coming, gotta go, bye!" She whispered quickly into the phone before the line went dead. I shook my head and placed my phone down on the bed next to me. I went back down to the end of my bed and sat directly at the foot of it, in front of my easel. I picked up my paintbrush again and went back to work.
It's been two days since I told everybody, I just haven't had a full conversation with Danica since then. I stroked the paintbrush back and forth, painting the random scene that I was painting as I went along. When I was almost done, there was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I called. The door opened and in walked Charlie.
"Hey, I need to talk to you," He said, sitting down on my bed.
"Okay, just a minute or two." I replied. I had just finished my painting, and now I had to clean up.
"Can't that wait, Emily?" He whined.
"Fine, fine," I sighed, turning to look at him with my hand on my hip.
"So," He started. "We haven't talked about that little thing a few days ago."
My heartbeat picked up and I got a little nervous, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Um, guess not?"
I turned back around, facing my paints, water cups, brushes, and paint trays. I picked up a couple bottles of paint and walked over to my dresser to put them away. The top drawer of my dresser contained all of my art supplies, so I opened up the drawer and arranged all of my stuff into it, surely just to waste some time.
"What do you want to talk about with it?" I asked softly.
Without a response, he grabbed my hips and spun my body around so that I was facing him. I looked up at him, our eyes staring back at each other.
He has really pretty eyes.
Charlie cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and ran his fingers through my hair. Before I knew it, he leaned down and our lips met.
Damn, he's an even better kisser when he wants to kiss you.
"I'd rather do this than talk," He whispered, pulling away as he spoke before kissing me again.
"Me too," I agreed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed my legs from under my thighs. He lifted me off of the ground and I half-wrapped my legs around Charlie's torso.
We made out for a few minutes and frankly, I enjoyed it and hopefully he did too. Once another minute passed by, I heard footsteps outside of my room. There was music playing pretty loud in here, like there always is because that's how I like it, so whoever is outside of my room most likely would not be able to hear anything coming from me and Charlie.
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Eighteen year old Emily Shepherd is from Daytona Beach, Florida. She's lived there her whole life, but now she only lives there with her mom and her sister. Emily's parents are divorced, and her father lives across the state in Naples, Florida. A...