-CHARLES-
I'm in my room right now with 'Nirvana' singing in my head. I've always felt much more comfortable on my own. It's a place where I can escape from reality. Just my thoughts and I.
Come to think of it. This is also the place where I first met her. She would always play outside our garden and I would watch her from my window.
I still remember her pink dress and pigtails infront of me. Honestly, I find her really cute. Most of the time she would stare up to me and wave with a big smile on her face. I always wanted to start a conversation with her and get to know her better, but I was shy and was afraid she would get creeped out by me. I was pretty much an awkward kid.
And then there is Creed, my brother. I don't hate him or anything. I just dislike the fact that I'm nothing like him. There's always that confident and powerful aura surrounding him. People would always start talking to him with out him doing any effort. He's like a social magnet.
He is the first to make a move on her. It really sucks, knowing that my brother is a straightforward dude.
-I wonder, if she still remembers that time, where I first met her personally in the bridge, which was a coincidence. Maybe, it was faith? I ran away from home to find peace for myself. I knew people would recognise me and bring me back to my parents. Which is why I wore a black wig with a hoodie... And there she was standing in front of me with her dark hair flying to the air. She looked like a magical creature...-
"You look like a dead man over there."
I look up to my door and spot Creed leaning on the door frame. He's wearing his usual smile, that creeps me out.
"What do you need?" I ask and sit up, removing my ear pods.
"Nothing. I was just checking if you're alright." He steps in and walks around to my desk. -Fuck. I forgot to close my computer.-
"I'm obviously fine." I try to distract him and walk closer, but he's too focused, looking at the display.
He carefully reads it through then sighs. "Why are you even going to high school? When were you planning to tell us this?"
"Don't know." I honestly reply and turn my computer off. -Too late, he saw it already... No, I don't mind him seeing it. Atleast now he knows I'm not a useless and dumb brother.-
"I want to graduate."
"Graduate?" He widens his eyes at me and laughs. "For what? You freaking got a Bachelor's Degree in Criminology!"
-Yeah... that's a long story... As a kid I had a lot of free time, especially when I was 14. I got a bit interested in Criminology, since I read thriller books. But my interest grew, when I found out that "Chief." Miller is actually a FBI Special Agent... I caught him talking once, while I was throwing the trash. He was standing beside a tree, talking about their mission and all... Thinking he was alone, but I was a good and silent ninja... lmao... he mentioned names and places. I remember his shocked face expression, when he saw me standing beside him.... yeah, I was a creep... He offered me money and more, as a deal to keep my damn mouth shut, but I wasn't that easy of course. I had to take the opportunity to lift myself up. And so he promised that he'll help me learn the basics. I would always meet him after school and we'd train in his basement. Technology, Investigations and Survival fighting movements, were the first things he showed me. I became eager and decided to drop high school for 4 years and focus on my interests. That's the time, where my parents stayed in Florida and I stayed in New York. I had to become independent somehow. During those years, I became social, wise in a way and confident. Yet there was something missing... In the end, I went back to highschool at the age of 18 and decided that I better graduate first.-
I shrug my shoulders. "I was bored."
"You were bored? Are you really human?" He sarcastically asks and I roll my eyes. -He's such a pain in the ass.- With no hesitations at all, he suddenly pats my head, making me flinch a bit. "Sorry, Charlie. I am just surprised that my little brother is a smart kid! Atleast now I know, where you used all your money savings for. I literally thought you were spending them just for online games, turns out you were doing self studies!"
"Thanks. Did you really think that low of me?" I raise my eyebrows at him. The corners of his lips lift up and I do the same. And just like that we laugh. -It's been long since we did it together.-
"Bro, you're weird. Of course I did! You never came out of your room and when I tried dragging you out, I would always catch you playing some viral games. Mom was worried you'd turn into a geek." He shakes his head, letting his dark blonde hair swing to the air. -I have to say, we are blessed to have such good genes.-
"You really underestimate me." I upsettingly say and he laughs again.
After a while he looks at me. "You heard that Amanda is dating someone?"
-Did he have to bring that up?- "I saw them... He's Blake Cohen, the New York's It-boy."
His piercing blue eyes bore deeper to mine and I really hate it when he does that. "You sound really mad about it."
"Think what you like...America is a free country." Hopefully, this sentence causes him to stop asking for more.
He silently laughs and heads to the door. "Whatever you say Charlie, but make sure you don't regret your decision."
"What are you talking about?" -Not even 10 minutes passed and he's starting to piss me off.-
He turns around to wink at me with a smile plastered on his face. "You know exactly what I mean. Your eyes never lie. Ya know, what? Why not try something new... like getting a girlfriend?"
I glare at him. "You're such an asshole, Creed."
He laughs and walks away. "And You're the bigger one."
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-Blake Cohen, 19. Started his model career at the age of 16. He's the son of Blythe Cohen, who was killed by Reece Johnson. Till this day it is an unsolved case. Why the hell did Reece murder an innocent man? Or was Blythe not innocent at all?-
-Raven Johnson, 19. Not much information about him, but he's the Ace in school. In all subjects, he would get straight A's. His father, Reece Johnson, was an alcoholic.-
-Both of them have a somewhat connection. I wonder what really happened between them. The case is hard to solve, mainly because no one really knew Blyhte nor Reece...-
"What are you writing?" I sense my mom behind me and I quickly cover my notes with a book. -GOSH! SHE GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!-
"Nothing, mom." I lie and wear my best smile.
She returns it then steps closer, with a tablet in her hands, which is filled with toast and orange juice. "It's always 'Nothing' huh?"
She places it to my desk and kisses my head. -I love my mom. She makes me happy and she's the type of woman I would want to marry one day. I just hope I can find my soulmate soon...-
"You know me too well." I chuckle and she laughs.
"You're my son after all. Oh, I almost forgot. In half an hour, the neighbour's kids will be here. Just so you know." She says and walks away.
I thank her and go back to my notes.
-I like children. They are always open minded and creative. You can learn from them. I volunteered to babysit our neighbour's kids for free. I mean, I understand a parents' struggle. Constantly looking for cheap babysitters... Actually, I always wished for a younger sibling, but instead of that, God gave me an annoying big brother.-
I wonder what Amanda likes about that dude...She's way too good for him! I bet I can treat her better. That's not a fact, it's the truth. The way he appears and speaks. Oh hell nah! He isn't a gentleman! God, he needs my parents' strict discipline and manner lessons! One thing is clear, I will beat him up if he hurts her!
-Should I write her? Should I ask if she's doing fine? Am I overreacting?-
-Oh fuck... I'm doing it again! Focus Charles. You need more informations! You can solve her case later. Cohen and Johnson are more important!-
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Author: Surprised? ;)) I decided to make a POV of Charles aswell. I hope you enjoyed it.
Who is Charles Moores?
What are his plans?
Why is he constantly thinking of Amanda?
Is he catching feelings?
Find out in the next coming chapters! ^^