CHARLOTTE sat at the two person table as she waited for her date. She had planned to get her mind off of the unfortunate incident shared with Gracie but all she could think about was this dark haired singer. All her thoughts brought her to Gracie, all her heart wanted was Gracie.
"Charlotte?"
"huh"
"oh yeah that's me"
"Noah, nice to finally meet you"
"It's my pleasure"
As the night went on, Charlotte's mind wandered, she couldn't help but think about what happened, she couldn't help but think about what she did wrong. Did she even do anything wrong?
"Hey, you good?"
"Mhm yeah"
"Sorry please continue"
Noah was a nice guy, he had the looks, he had that charming smile but he didnt have that dark haired singer's vanilla pine scent. It wasnt the same.
"What's on your mind?"
"nah its really nothing"
"lets continue"
"C'mon, i really wanna know whats going on inside that head of yours "
— "Ikissedmybestfriendandsheisavoidingmenow"
Charlotte didnt mean for that to come out, it just did. Her mouth did it again, ruined yet another relationship. But she couldn't help it, she had to get it out somehow, even if it meant telling her date
"Well tell me what she's like"
"She's got these eyes"
"you can just get lost in them"
"And her smile"
"It makes me want to cry everytime i see it"
"She had this amazing heart"
"She knows me better than anyone in the entire world"
"She can just read my mind and know everything that's bothering me"
"I just don't understand whats wrong right now"
"Well it sounds like a phone call needs to be made right now"
After charlotte's little therapy session with Noah, she thanked him and realized he was right, Charlotte needed to talk to Gracie not just for a chance for another kiss but a chance at not losing their long lasted friendship
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hey guys
so if I were to write another story, who would you want it to be about?? another Gracie one or someone else
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ghosts | Gracie Abrams
Fanfiction"geez who pissed on your cigarettes" ~ "girl, clearly my mama was wrong cause right now, she's getting that slug facial treatment, six feet underground in that full of nutrient soil" ~ "oh my fucking god, social interaction here we come" - In which...
