invisible string • Gracie Abrams

033 no love

charlotte watched gracie's eyes sparkle as she met hers.

"i can't live without you. you're the only one who's ever seen me the way i'm now able to see myself and that's all because i met you. you're the only person who's cared for me the way that you do and been able to make me leave my stupid little depression slump. i'm the happiest i've ever been when i'm with you, and i'm not going to let either of our parents take that away, not even those stupid fucking internet haters. i don't care how hard they try, you're my girl and i'm not letting anyone change that. screw alex and his fucking power-trip, that shit he did just made me want to hold onto you even tighter."

charlotte's lips parted, letting out the breath she held in the whole time gracie talked, absolutely melting for this girl and craziness for her. she felt the need to say something, but she couldn't figure out what that was.

"okay?" gracie softly said, as she watched charlottes cheeks go pink.

"okay," charlotte nodded, moving into gracie's arms as the singer kissed her cheek and ran her fingers down her back. gracie was about to pull away, but charlotte didn't let her, she held on tighter and shook her head getting gracie to giggle.

"okay," her girlfriend whispered as charlotte intertwined her legs with her and laid with her for however long it took their friends to realize they were gone.

-

once jude picked charlotte up from sadie's to go to their parents and olivia drove gracie to hers, charlotte listened to jude ramble on in the car about jimmy called him last night to ask if charlotte was okay since he realized what happened happened while she was at the show. at least she knows one interviewer was on her side.

they parked outside their parents mansion and charlotte immediately groaned in annoyance, not wanting to step a foot out of the car.

"i'm not going."

"it's either that or they show up at your apartment."

"i'll move. to france with gracie. we'll live in a little cottage. with rue, timber, and weenie."

"okay, you can live out your little fantasies later, now it's time for your intervention." jude went to charlottes door and pulled it open. "out."

she rolled her eyes and stepped out the car, trudging behind jude to the front door. he unlocked it with his key and greeted the dogs, but charlotte was too on edge to even reach down and pet them.

"charlotte, jude?" they heard their mother call out and soon enough she appeared in the entry way, arms folded. usually she would greet them with a big hug squeezing the life out of them, but this time she just nudged her head towards the living room. "your dads in here."

the twins made their way to the living room, finding their dad facing the turned off TV as he waited for them on the couch.

"hey, dad," jude said, sitting across from him as charlotte slowly joined him.

"hi dad," she reluctantly said, looking at his glare that he used to wear when they were little and got a bad grade or something. but this time is way more scary.

"you shouldn't be calling me dad because no kid of mine is dating an abrams kid," he muttered as his wife sat next to him. "how long?"

charlotte stayed quiet, too tense to even move a muscle.

"charlotte nicole parker, you look at me when i'm speaking to you," he nearly shouted, getting charlotte to snap her eyes to his. "how long?"

"just a little while," she said, wanting to minimize things as much as she can. "dad she's not a bad person—"