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11 September 2008 @ 02:47 pm
oh la la la la oooh, oh yeah.  
"HEY VAMPIRE."

Throughout the past year and a half, Charlie had gone from calling Ras his proper name, 'Boyfriend', 'Fiancé', 'Loser', 'Husband', Mrs Charlie, 'Harry Potter', 'Fang', 'Sexy Pants' and other nicknames that gave off the same kind of meaning.

Nine times out of ten she can back to the same one.

"Vampire!! Where are you!!" Bouncing through the house, she skidded around corners -- waylaying herself in the kitchen because um, food, hello -- and occasionly right into walls as she tried to hunt down the object of her affection.

Poking her head in each of the rooms, she continued her search, hollering for him with nearly every step. "Olly olly oxen vampire! I know you're here, you psuedo macho piece of pretty pretty tail!!"

She stopped at the slut room, the room which once housed his hoard of suppertime skanks. She was pleased to see it was completely bare.

Take that skanks!

"Yoooohoooooo, Vampire!!"

Living room, check. Kitchen, check. Library, check. Bedroom, check. Pool, check. Waitatic, no that was wrong.

Pool!

Taking the stairs two at a time and jumping the last four, landing in a giggling heap at the bottom, she sprinted out to the pool, stripping off her clothes as she ran. Three steps outside she launched herself into the pool and came up sputtering, cold arms wrapped around her shoulders.

"You're ridiculous," he told her, shaking with laughter as he treaded water for the both of them. It was a good way to begin the day to be sure.

She shrugged and leaned forward, kissing his chin before cracking a grin. "Hey Vampire?"

"Mmm?"

"Hi."
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Charlie Cole
06 July 2008 @ 03:52 am
The Philadelphia Story Quote  
Macaulay Connor: It can't be anything like love, can it?
Tracy Lord: No, no, it can't be.
Macaulay Connor: Would it be inconvenient?
Tracy Lord: Terribly.

Charlie was, in theory, a good girlfriend -- or fiancée rather, boy was that going to take a lot to get used to. Luckily she didn't insist on prolonging the engagement. July 31st would be there soon enough. Regardless, she was a good fiancée. She had to be to put up with Ras.

The same could be said about him, of course.

Especially today. She strolled into the office with a small picnic basket and a wide smile, stopping at the desk to retrieve a visitor's pass like they showed on television and directions to the blood lab or alternately anywhere she could find Ras. She got both. Along with a curious glance and a surprised look when she told the receptionist she was his fiancée, wriggling her ring finger so the light bounced off the mountain range of diamonds on her finger.

She traipsed off towards the lab lightly, humming something distinctly not pop music under her breath. It was one of his CDs, Vienne something something -- it wasn't in English so she didn't understand, but it was pretty so she liked it.

When she reached the door she rapped lightly, pushing the door open gently -- she wasn't even sure if he was in the lab. "Any animated corpses in there for me to play with?" she asked with a giggle.

Ras was currently inputting blood data and searching through a database to find something that linked to the case they were all working on. He was pretty involved and actively ignoring his nose so he didn't smell Charlie before she got there. He looked up, a bit surprised at seeing her.

"Perhaps? What did you have in mind?" he asked as he finished typing in something and then stepped away from the computer. "Don't touch anything. We'll go out to the lounge." He put his hand at the small of her back and guided her out of the lab toward the lounge.

She held up her little picnic basket with a smile, leaning slightly into his touch. "I brought you dinner. And by you I mean I was hungry and didn't feel like eating alone so I came to visit and see you being all geekified."

Ras rolled his eyes and led her through the hallways toward the lounge. Once there he held the door open for her. There were long tables, several chairs and vending machines in the room. It was reasonably empty though. "I certainly hope I've satisfied your curiosity at me being 'geekified'"

"I can't help it, the glasses are cute." She dropped the basket on the table with a thud and quickly pulled out the food, two adorable little chicken potpies, two bottles of water, a little dish of mashed potatoes and cheesecake. Everything for two people. Which made her giggle again as she flopped into her chair, tugging her legs up underneath her.

Ras rolled his eyes as he watched her take out two of everything, as clearly he wouldn't be eating any of it. He might sip at the water. "You've clearly brought plenty of food," he said dryly.

She shrugged. "Did you miss the part where I said I didn't want to eat alone?"

"Perhaps you'd care to invite one of the lab techs, or the receptionist at the front desk as either of them actually eat," Ras smirked at her. One might get the (wrong) impression that he wasn't delighted to see her.

"Would you rather I put my hair up and ask you to chomp down on my neck at your place of employment when no one here knows what kind of a dick you are?" She made a face at him like she wasn't amused. She was trying and he was being a jerk, as usual.

Ras quirked an eyebrow at her. "Actually I would prefer you not do that as I am trying to keep a low profile regarding my species. However, I appreciate the offer immensely."

"That's the point, asshole."

Ras chuckled slightly. "You do realize you'll have to eat all of this."

She shook her head slowly, smiling because she knew something he didn't. "No. The receptionist at the front desk talks a lot. Your coworkers are curious, my darling fiancé, and coming to meet the girl dating the psychopath. You have to eat half or look like even more of a psychopath."

It was like she planned it that way. She hadn't, not really, but she had Matthew running commentary from everyone else's brain to hers. Sometimes it paid to have a bottomless pit of a bank account and a telepathic brother who could be easily bought off.

Ras studied her for a second and then shook his head. "They already know I don't like to eat at work. And I'm eccentric. Not a psychopath."

Well. Damn. She opened her mouth to say something and then pouted. Fucking intricate plan be damned. She called off Matthew and continued to pout. Vampires sucked.

... Not like that.

Ras smirked at her, thoroughly pleased with himself for getting out of eating. He could eat. He just didn't like to. It was a pointless exercise. "However, you may eat as much as you like."

"Now I'm not hungry." She kept up the pout, adding in big violet doe eyes.

Ras sighed and rolled his eyes. He picked up the cheesecake and took a bite.

"That's dessert, loser," Charlie reminded him, leaning over to kiss him. He deserved something for being such a... well, she couldn't think of anything nice off the top of her head, but she wanted to get in a little PDA before they were interrupted.

Ras placed his hand on the back of her neck, returning the kiss lightly and pulling away just as one of the techs walked in. He glanced up at him and nodded then turned his attention back to Charlie.

Charlie picked up a fork and poked at her dinner. She really wasn't hungry anymore, but she felt bad for making such a big deal out of it that she ate regardless, chewing thoughtfully and poking the chicken around.

To any observer it would look like she was eating a lot more than she was, instead of just rearranging her peas.

Ras, however was well versed in watching Charlie and was well aware how much she wasn't eating. He chit chatted very little about the weather, the bare bones details of the case they were working on and bitched about the amount of time it took to get results. He introduced Charlie as his fiancée and when the tech finally left, he took his own fork, gathered some chicken and vegetables on his fork and started to feed it to Charlie himself.

"I can eat perfectly well on my own you know," she told him between bites from his fork. It was stupid to try and fight him, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to bitch about it.

"I'm well aware of that fact," he said while continuing to feed her.

"Then what's with the handicapable deal?"

"You're not eating. I intend for you to eat. Primarily because when I get home later I'm going to eat and you need to keep up your strength"

She half sneered at him, rolling her eyes. "Thank you ever so much for that selfless concern."

"Cherie, you should know by now selfless isn't in my repertoire," Ras responded with a smirk.

She shrugged. "Were you always this... reticent?" She gave herself bonus points for using a good word. "Or is this some side affect of albinoism?"

"I believe once upon a time I was quite charming, selfless and human," Ras informed her, still feeding her.

"And now you're none of the above," she quipped, lightly, licking sauce off of her lips.

"Precisely," Ras nodded. "My dear Charlotte, if you wanted anything else you should have chosen someone with a soul."

Her glare could have killed a thousand men. She figured it wouldn't do anything to him at all. "I didn't ask for anything else, you self-obsessed prick."

Oh it amused him but that's about all it did. He shrugged. "Which is precisely why there is something very deeply flawed in you." He arched an eyebrow at her, wrapped cool fingers around her wrist and pulled her knuckles to his lips, brushing a kiss across them. "For which I am eternally grateful."

"Whatever."

Ras sighed and put the fork on the table. "Pray tell, Cherie, what have I done now?"

"I don't know," she admitted slowly, looking down at the floor. It was a very nice floor. Very clean. And clearly, very interesting. "Sometimes I just wonder why you're with me and not someone... more special. Specialer? More special."

But sometimes she meant all the time, but she never voiced it because he was the one who would probably jump at the chance to break off their engagement. He hadn't even wanted to get married in the first place. And who was the one who kept telling her to back out when they first got together? Oh yeah, that would also be Ras.

"Cherie, you are precisely the ideal person to be with me and if that does not make you special, I'm not certain what would," Ras told her seriously. Of course he meant that no one else in the world would put up with him and he was very aware of that fact but it made it seem less special and more put on that way so being the brilliant vampire that he was, he rephrased.

Charlie thought for a moment before speaking again. "If I wasn't so inclined to the color purple would you still love me?" She was trying not to talk about their genetic anomalies while they were at his office, she didn't want anything to slip out, but she also wanted to know.

Ras tilted his head slightly, watching her. "I would indeed. I admit it was what intrigued me and drew me toward you. However, it was your thoroughly charming personality that caused me to care for you."

She sighed out something like defeat, still watching the floor. "You... I don't know, you deserve better or something."

"Charlotte, I refuse to indulge one of your pity parties. What I deserve is up for much debate and argument. What I have is precisely the person I wish to have. I could be engaged to any number of people. I am, however, engaged to you."

"This isn't a pity party! This is..." She stood up quickly and glared at him, grinding her teeth together to keep from shouting. "Fuck you. For once in maybe your entire life could you act like you care? You're being a stone again and I hate it. Do you know that when we talk about important stuff you speak to me the same way you speak to Gavin? You get more annoyed with Abby, but it's still pretty much the same."

She paused and pulled in a shaky breath. "I don't want you to marry me and then realize it's not what you want."

Ras slowly quirked an eyebrow up at her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long breath that he hadn't needed in the first place. "Charlotte, if I thought that were a concern I would not have asked you to marry me. I've not been married in my entire existence." He looked up at her, meeting her eyes when he said that. "My concern has always been that you would change your mind once I tied you to me legally. And as for me being a stone, I can't help the way I am. I apparently have two modes. Seduce and be an asshole."

"You're doing both right now," she told him, pouting in the face of her own defeat.

"I assure you, as I am at work, neither are intentional," he replied.

"If you're not a Mrs Robinson or an asshole at work, then what are you?"

"I've already told you. I'm eccentric and very, very good at my job," Ras told her, one corner of his mouth crooking up in a half grin.

"Psychopath," she muttered, huffing out a breath and perching on his knees.

"Possibly," Ras said, deciding a compromise was ideal at this juncture. "For now, finish eating your dinner."
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Charlie Cole
05 July 2008 @ 04:15 pm
Freaking Out Bride!Charlie for John  
Charlie took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. Except, being a panicked Charlie, she forgot to let it out and had a coughing fit for a good two minutes. John rolled his eyes at her and 'patted' her on the back. It was more like a pound and the breath whooshed out of her, but after another deep breath (which she let out) she was fine.

"I am freaking out," she announced, as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. "I am freaking out and you. are. not. helping!!"

John laughed and shrugged as he dropped down into the couch, watching her pace slowly back and forth in front of him. "What am I supposed to do? Give you a manicure? I ain't cut out for this shit."

She flashed him a thoroughly annoyed look and flipped him off, displaying her perfectly painted nail. As if she would need his help, please. "I am getting married and you're acting like it's not a big freakin' deal when it is in fact a big freakin' deal!!"

"Why?"

"'cause it's me!! And I'm getting MARRIED! How is that not a big deal?!"

Again, John shrugged. How helpful. "You and Vampire Boy have been acting married since day one. Now it's official, so what's the big deal?"

Charlie opened her mouth to say something, but then shut it quickly. There was no big deal, which Ras told her time and time again. Hearing John say the same thing just had a different effect, he was a third party observer, Ras was the fink trying to get out of marrying her.

And it wasn't like she was going to tell Ras he was right. Ha, that's good one.

"Okay fine. But if you don't catch the bouquet I'm kicking your ass." She nodded curtly as she flopped down on the couch next to him, her panic attack was over. "And no scorching the violets."

"Awh come on, Vegas, purple looks good with fire."
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Charlie Cole
02 July 2008 @ 05:10 am
Drunk!Charlie for Ras  
There is a pillow in her face. Silly pillow. There are sparks, purple and white and silver. There is no pillow in her face.

There is sunlight in her face. Silly sun. There are sparks, aborted by Ras' fingers curling around her hand.

"No."

She pouts, blinking up at him. "Why not?"

"You cannot destroy the sun just because it's in your eyes. Perhaps you should not have destroyed the drapes."

Silly vampire. "I can--"

"Not destroy the sun." He seems to be firm in this assessment. Maybe he has a point. She likes daisies.

She wriggles her fingers and he lets her hand go. The drapes reappear and he pats her head. "Good girl." She feels a little like a puppy. Or maybe a kitten, all curled up weakly in his arms. She moves her head to his chest and breathes in the silence.

She tips her head back to look up at him. "I'm drunk aren't I?"

"Invariably."

She giggles at his formal speech. She loves it really. "Are you drunk?"

She likes that he thinks about it, before breathing deeply and bending his head to press a kiss against her never fully healed bite. "In a fashion."

She giggles again. "Did I get you drunk, Mr Vampire?" He doesn't answer for a second. And she opens her eyes. (When did she close them?) She thinks he might have been rolling his eyes at her. "Did I?"

"Yes, Charlotte, you got me drunk." The patronizing tone doesn't even bother her and she presses closer to his cold body, kissing the center of his chest. Her walking corpse.

There's a moment when her fingertips spark and he frowns at her. "Whatever you're thinking Charlotte I can assure you it is not an advisable idea."

"It so is advisable. And if its not it's still awesome. So there."

In her defense, and god does she need one, she's drunk. She kisses his chest again and licks a line up to his collarbone. "Oranges."

"Mandarin with sugar?"

"Mhmm,"' she mumbles between kisses. He laughs; he should have expected something like that.

Her lips are still pressed against his chest when she speaks again, apparently unwilling to move to kiss any other body parts, lips included. "Why do you want to marry me?"

"Because you're utterly ridiculous."

She nods. That sounded about right. "I thought so."
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Charlie Cole
25 June 2008 @ 03:27 pm
1. Ready.  
"Oh he's gonna kill me. Kill me and bring me back to life and kill me again." Charlie glared at her reflection in the mirror. "He's gonna kill me and hide the body so he won't get caught by his own team."

That idea, though, was kind of amusing. How ever would he play that off? ...He'd just have to kill them all.

This wasn't going to end well.

She started pacing in front of the bathtub. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until she tripped over the rug and fell into the door with a thud that would have woken the neighbors if they had any.

After the fall she settled on the counter, legs pulled up to her chest as she debated the ways she could come at this. Strategy wasn't her strong suit though.

More like her weakness.

She crept out of the bathroom when she heard the car in the garage. Oh no, if she died and he buried her body in the desert she wouldn't have her car. Damnit, she'd have to think of a way for him to kill her in the car...

She stuck her head into the garage and gave her Porsche a look of longing before smiling at her fiancé. "Hey Ras? I need to talk to you."

She was ready. You betcha.
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Charlie Cole
17 June 2008 @ 05:21 pm
3. Talk about something that you have no tolerance for in a relationship.  
"Wait! You're leaving?"

He stopped at the door with his hand on the handle and turned to look at her. "I do that occasionally. Work."

She blinked at him before slipping off the bed -- too quickly, her legs felt like rubber and she sagged against the bed for a moment -- and scampering like a scared mouse to his side. "I don't want you to leave," she whined, sticking her bottom lip out like a petulant child.

"What do you suppose I tell them?" His tone was smooth like satin across steal. "I was mauled by a werewolf and now that I'm healed my fiancée--"

"Fiancée?" she interrupted curiously.

He continued as if he didn't hear her, ignoring her interruption. "My fiancée is acting like if I leave I'm liable to never come back."

Her face crumbled for a moment before settling back into the east façade of childish bad temper. It was easier to be bratty than tell the truth. Ras, however, missed nothing, smoothing ice cold fingers against her cheek. "That's it then, Cheri, you think I'm going to get hurt again after you so beautifully took care of those werewolves?"

She shook her head marginally, pressing her fingertips against his chest until his eyes clouded over. "Charlotte, I will be coming home tonight, but I'm not going to stay here to alleviate your silly fears. If you wish, however, I'd be glad to have Abby stay with you. I think you know by now that I would never leave you in her care for too long."

After a while, Charlie stepped back. Still pouting, she crossed her arms over her chest and perched on the edge of the bed. She waited until Ras was at the door again before she spoke up.

"Do you know why I took you to that restaurant the day we met?"

Ras rolled his eyes at the door before turning back to her. "Because you have an insatiable hunger fro raw fish wrapped in rice?"

She gave him a bland look. "It was an incentive. If people saw us together then they'd know that we were together, Charlie and the mysterious vampire. They'd know where to find me."

Ras' lips curved into a triumphant smile. "So you were afraid of me. All this time and I thought you were defective, not having a single grain of self-preservation in your entire being. I'm proud of you." She suspected he was more proud of his scaring prowess but she merely shook her head at him.

"No, I was not afraid of you. I'm still not afraid of you and I highly doubt I ever will be. It was an incentive for me."

He looked at her in confusion so she continued without pause. "If they saw me with you I would have a reason to come back, I wouldn't be able to just disappear into this fantasy that I'd made you into because I knew that once I was here I wouldn't want to leave."

"I thought you couldn't read the future."

"I can't, but I can read my own emotions like a particularly well written book. I was never going to come back from this. Not ever. It was too thick, too invasive. It was everywhere and even if I tried I couldn't have changed it. It was a part of who I was, inexplicably, since the second you touched me."

Realization dawned and she could tell from the way his eyes turned glassy and hard, like he was biting back something he shouldn't say but wanted to anyway. "Idiot girl."

She looked up at him in confusion and opened her mouth to say something but he silenced her with two fingers to her mouth. He'd moved so swiftly he'd become a blur right in front of her eyes. "I will never leave you, you silly little girl."

"Good," she said slowly as he released his fingers from her mouth. Her lips burned from the aftershock. "Because I won't tolerate it." She tried to be firm, but her eyes fell to the floor and her voice trembled. "I can't."

"I am yours forever, Charlotte, as long as forever may be."
 
 
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Charlie Cole
11 June 2008 @ 06:53 am
15.2. Where do you see your relationship going in the next few years?  
Normally, Charlie was quite content to do absolutely nothing all day long but read while curled up against Ras or dance while he played something impossibly beautiful.

And then New Kids on the Block got back together and Ras spent more time in the Audi driving recklessly fast, the frequency increasing exponentially with the volume of the noise she'd taken to blasting out of the stereo.

He had patience, just not that much.

So now when anything even remotely poppy was on the radio, Ras tended to sidle off and disappear for a while. It didn't bother her much, he always came back and she started waiting until he was at work to listen.

She'd become nearly as borderline nocturnal as he was and it seemed fair.

She was doodling in her notebook by the pool when she heard the doorbell and she scampered through the house to swing open the door with a flourish. She should have checked to see who it was first, but she never had that kind of foresight.

Besides! She wanted to see this woman.

"Aunt Madelyn!!" She squealed and flung her arms around the brunette woman in front of her.

Madelyn just laughed and hugged her niece gently before prying herself out of Charlie's grip. "Can't breath, hun, gimme a break."

Breaks were not allowed. "Aunt Madelyn what are you doing here?!" She bounced up and down slightly, always teetering the line to full-fledged bouncing, but stopping just short.

"You mom called me."

Charlie's face fell like she'd done something wrong. "Oh?"

"Apparently you'll be needing someone to preside over it." Her aunt was grinning at her, but it still took her a moment to figure out what she meant and then,

"Oh! Oh Aunt Madelyn, you mean you... you want to? For my wedding?"

She paused and her smile turning into a frown. "You know about Ras, right? Mom didn't fail to mention that my fiancé is of the undead persuasion?"

"If you mean vampire, Charlotte, then yes I am well aware."

She breathed a sigh of relief before reaching out to hug her aunt again, gently this time. "Thanks, really. I didn't mean to snap."

"I know hun, you always had a temper."

Charlie shrugged; she wasn't about to deny that cold hard factoid.

"Although..." Charlie's eyes narrowed slightly at Madelyn's sneaky smile. "She also mentioned he was French. How's that working out for you?"

Charlie snorted and rolled her eyes. "You know what, Aunt Madelyn, I think I hear someone calling you in Timbuktu, huh?"

Getting the hint, her aunt leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. "Be in touch, kiddo, you've got a wedding to plan and we both know I'm nearly a professional."

"Workin' on number seven now?"

Madelyn shrugged slightly, grinning wickedly before squeezing her niece's shoulder and disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Charlie distinctly thought she heard the echo of: "And no smelly cheese!"
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Charlie Cole
09 June 2008 @ 01:55 am
OH MY GOBLET OF FIRE NKOTB!!!  
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Charlie Cole
08 June 2008 @ 03:30 pm
107. ten things you'd leave behind if you died  
In order to have a will? I'd have to die. And that's not allowed. So this question is kind of fruitless.

Maybe I can stage my own death...

1. My clothes - Rogue and Abby can fight over them though I don't think either of them will want my clothes. Just give them to good will. Ras can keep whatever he likes.

2. My music - Considering Ras bought it for me? He gets to keep it. (Except for DKM. That's Matthew's.)

3. My weapons - Which amounts to... one machete? Oh no, I lost that that one time. Never mind, no one gets that.

4. My uh... stuff from childhood? - Mom and Dad can keep that.

5. My jewelry - Ras can keep it. Well, except my ring I'm keeping that forever.

6. My stock and my pony - Again Ras. Hi, do we see a pattern emerging? Yes. He can do whatever he wishes with it, as long as my parents are still comfortable.

7. Everything

8. Else

9. To

10. Ras.

Haha yay ten!

The distinct lack of car you ask? No one touches my car without me. I'm being buried with my Porsche thank you very much.
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Charlie Cole
07 June 2008 @ 09:04 pm
17.1: Share something with your partner.  
Well, this is an easy one. Share something? Wow. That's a toughie.

Here we go.

Ras, you're a giant enormous jackass. Whomever's dress is in the spare bedroom is going to die.

It was too slutty to be Abby's. And no, that is NOT impossible -- the dress was like a scrap of fabric pretending to be a dress, did she duct tape it on?

Also, if that really IS just the scraps of fabric left over from a dress and it may or may not be formerly mine? Then learn how to undress me, okay? I probably liked that dress!!
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Charlie Cole
07 June 2008 @ 08:37 pm
Our heroes are people and people are flawed. Don't let that taint the thing you love.  
There was something about Seattle that Charlie couldn't get in Las Vegas. And she'd convinced Ras that he needed to come after only a day of wheedling. She felt kind of proud of herself, and then she reminded herself that nine times out of ten if Ras did something she liked it was probably because he knew she'd like it. He was just crafty like that.

Regardless, he insisted on driving and Charlie only said yes because he was coming in the first place and she wanted to give him something he could savor. Which was clearly driving WAY too fast on the highway.

She bounded up the steps of her old fourth floor walk up apartment, already smelling the lasagna her mother had made for her and grinning from ear to ear. She turned around at the second floor landing and smiled down at Ras who was following at a much more languid pace, before wrinkling her nose at him and pushing her glasses up to sit straight on her nose. "I hope you like Italian," she told him with a giggle, bounding up the steps again.

It wasn't French, but she was sure he'd deal. You know... when they were alone in their hotel room because there were some things you just did not do in front of your parents.

The door was open when she reached the landing and in one quick leap she was over the threshold and in her father's arms in the best bear hug in the world. Her toes brushed the ground and she swore she heard her ribs groan in protest, but she was grinning and holding onto her dad like a chokehold.

That was what she missed.

Bear hugs.
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Charlie Cole
28 May 2008 @ 12:16 am
14. 5. "There are a lot of ways to say I love you. Fucking is the fastest."  
Twenty-one is like a whole different world. Not that she hasn't been drinking since she was a freshman in high school or anything, but the legality of it now makes it different. She spent her actual birthday at a casino. She lived in Vegas, so she went to a casino. Rogue decreed that she wasn't allowed to go home but had to stay in the posh hotel room they'd rented and well, Charlie wasn't going to say no to room service at two, three, four, and five in the morning. Nor was she going to say no to sleeping until late afternoon and sneaking home to whip open her boyfriend's shades as he pushed the pillow over his face.

Sweet girl, you know? That'd be Charlie.

She wriggled under the covers and pried the pillow back from his face. "Hey hey hey, no sleeping on my birthday, Rasputin."

He practically growled at the use of his full name -- a name she recalled was never supposed to be used, like ever -- and she giggled right back at him, wiggling her toes against his calf and tiptoeing her fingers up his chest. "Come on, El Capitan Vamp, no loving for the birthday girl? How uncool. I feel cheap."

"I spend a small fortune merely feeding you, Charlotte, the only cheap thing about you is the champagne you inevitably drank tonight." She could hear the tiniest hint of annoyance on his voice and she was more than pleased that he was still actually speaking to her. But hey! It was her birthday!

"Still love me?"

He sighed and inclined his head just enough to kiss the top of her head where it rested on his chest as he reached down and pulled the bunch of singles out of her jeans. She just giggled again and he shook his head, smoothing her hair down with one hand. "Yes, cherie, I still love you."

"Swear?"

"I swear it."

"Promise?"

He sighed again and she smiled to herself, loving how she got under his skin. And she was waiting for it... because she knew what was next.

"I fucking love you Charlotte, now be quiet before I change my mind."
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Charlie Cole
02 April 2008 @ 09:15 pm
7.3. If we break up, it will probably be because...  
If we break up, it will probably be because one of us died. 
 
 
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Charlie Cole
15 March 2008 @ 02:25 am
5.3. When I go shopping with my partner...  
HAHA! Shopping? Together? Um yeah that's happened like once I think. Maybe. 

Shopping in Charlie and Ras land goes a lot like this: 

- Ras gives Charlie his credit card and tells her not to spend a lot of money. (He just says it more pretentiously.)
- Charlie takes credit card and splurges, usually at Tiffany's or Guess? or Sephora -- I've got stock in that one so it's not like spending money anyway. 
- Ras sees the shiny and rolls his eyes. 
- Ras sees the bill and makes this adorable frowny face before sighing and rolling his eyes again. 
- Charlie is spoiled because the boyfriend thinks money can buy happiness. It's okay. 

Alternately, I call him and demand he pick something up. He says no more than twelve so he can go express and I tell him thirteen things. I have never gotten all thirteen. Mostly because he's a butthead.  
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Charlie Cole
10 March 2008 @ 05:06 am
Young people have an almost biological destiny to be hopeful. >> Marshall Ganz  

You know, it wasn't everyday Charlie got dressed up. She wasn't a girly girl by any means. Sure she was more comfortable in a jean skirt than in a pair of jeans, but that was just because she could run better in a skirt. It was weird. She was weird, but it was what it was. So it was no surprise that she felt awkward all dressed up. 

Wriggling nervously, she smoothed the red satin over her hips, frowning at her reflection. She didn't want to be at this stupid dinner. She'd much rather sneak out and grab a burger and a latte and eat dinner under the bridge. But no. She had to be a nice sister and watch her brother get an award. 

With a sigh, Charlie regarded herself in the mirror. Long blonde hair with the faintest curl at the end, dark violet eyes that matched her brother's perfectly, pale skin with pale freckles dusting her nose, lips pinked with too much biting and some weird chapstick that had a tint to it. The thin straps of the red dress curved over her thin shoulders, the sweetheart neckline dipping just enough the be both sweet and sexy at the same time. The satin clung to her hips and flared out softly at the knee, a light bruise just barely visible on the indent of her knee. Red peep toe heels completed the outfit and she looked fabulous. 

Maybe one day she'd even feel fabulous enough to smile when she was alone with herself. 

One day.

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Charlie Cole
10 March 2008 @ 04:58 am
The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has limits. >> Albert Einstein  

"Um..."

"Don't even ask what I'm doing Chuckles, I'm not gonna tell you."

Charlie's wide violet eyes were dancing with amusement and it was all she had not to burst out laughing at her little brother. "I don' even wanna know," she said, barely holding back the giggles, her soft Texan lilt getting stronger. "I jus' wanted m'toothbrush, but y'know, I think I can just use my finger." She quickly backed out of the bathroom and scampered into her bedroom, dissolving into giggles the second the door shut. 

She was just barely fourteen and her twelve year old brother was trying to shave. 

... She didn't stop laughing until she was in tears.

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Charlie Cole
02 March 2008 @ 08:17 pm
Daily Routine  
Get up.
Eat breakfast.
Go to class.
Come home.
Eat lunch.
Wake up the sleeping dragon.
Snuggle.
Go back to class.
Come home.
Eat dinner.
'Work out'.
Do homework.
Wait for the boyfriend.
Feed the boyfriend.
Sleep.
Lather, rinse, repeat.

Occasionally we have a fight and I attempt vainly to hurt him. I fail every time. It's a bitch on the self-esteem.

But we have the most amazing sex life ever. Be jealous, it's okay.
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Charlie Cole
28 January 2008 @ 11:57 pm
1.92.3. Innocent  
"Are you ever gonna tell me about him?"

"Matthew, you never wanted to know. And when you did you'd just read my mind. What's with the sudden sweet and innocent nice little bro- Matthew, what did you do?"

"Nothing. Jesus, Up Chuck get off my back."

"Well sorry if I'm more used to you being a dick then actually bein' nice to me."

"I'm not a dick."

"Matthew, I didn't mean it like that, but you did just call me Up Chuck."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Seriously, Matthew, you're scaring me, what's with the innocent act, this isn't you. I know you."

"It's nothing. Can I come stay with you for a while?"

"Sure, of course. Do you want me to come get you? Or..."

"No, I'll be fine on my own. Be there soon."

"Okay. Be careful."

"Okay Charlie. Love you."

"I.. I love you too Matthew."

Charlie hung up the phone with a worried frown, her hand shaking as she laid the receiver back in it's cradle. Her brother was never nice to her, not unless his puppy dog eyes innocent act was going to get something out of her.

And he'd never told her he loved her.

She knew he did, they were too close for comfort most of the time and she knew that he loved her because she was his big sister, but he'd never said it.

Figured. The words she wanted to hear out of one person's mouth so badly, could terrify her coming from someone else's.
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Charlie Cole
06 January 2008 @ 04:43 am
5. Grocery List  
- Orange juice, pulp free with calcium.
- Iron pills. (Seriously look into other forms of iron.)
- Patchouli
- Honeysuckle
- Lemon
- Lavender
- Lemons, 6.
- Grapefruit
- Eggs, two dozen.
- Wonderbread
- Chocolate chips, two bags.
- Cat food.
- Kleenex
- Hershey's kisses
- Onions, tomatoes, garlic, red peppers
- Sour cream and onion Pringles
- Sour cream and onion ripples
- Cheese doodles
- Peanut butter, extra chunky
- Tuna fish
- Rice pilaf
- Cream of mushroom soup
- Portabello mushrooms
- Peanut M&Ms
- Vodka, Gery Goose
- Strawberries
- Waffle mix
- Cherrios
- Ham, 1/2 pound domestic
- Bologna, 1 pound German
- Turkey, 1 pound
- Cheese, 1 1/2 pounds American
- Mustard
- Potatoes, 1 pound
- Milk, 3 gallons, whole
- Chicken salad, 1 pound
 
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Charlie Cole
23 December 2007 @ 03:22 pm
1.87.3. Oh Santa! You missed one!  
Charlie's eyes snapped open at the sound of bells. Bells? In Vegas? ... on Christmas Eve? She looked down at her kitten, who was waiting patiently for her boyfriend to fall asleep before Charlie scooped him up into bed with her, and shrugged, stranger things had happened. Yanking the blanket off said boyfriend, she wrapped it around herself and headed downstairs, by passing the steps in favor of sliding down the banister. She scampered into the living room and jumped on the couch, followed closely by Sammy the kitten.

"You missed one!" she singsonged with a giggle, motioning to a present still stuck in the bag.

The round man dressed in red laughed heartily as he straightened up and fixed his gaze on her, eyes twinkling merrily. "Charlotte Anne, shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Shouldn't you be seriously cutting back on the carb intake, Bob?" she countered easily. "Heart disease is all the rage nowadays, y'know."

Santa laughed again, tossing her the final present in the bag. "I lost my list back in Kaloomps. How do I know if you deserve that?"

It was Charlie's turn to laugh, giggling again as she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself and conjured some cookies for him, regardless of her heart disease speech. "I probably don't. I'm not exactly grade A nice material. I'm kind of a bitch," she said, holding the present up to her ear and shaking it. "Oooh, jewelry!"

Santa stilled her hand and gave her a Look. "With your destiny, good seems to be innate."

"Yeah yeah yeah, all good in the hood, I get it. Charlie's buckets of crazy, but it's okay 'cause she'll save your life and you don't have to thank her," she snapped back returning his look with a pout.

"Some jobs are thankless," Santa replied smoothly, ignoring her snippy comments and her pout. "Other jobs, however," he added gesturing to her literal mountain of presents and tapping her lightly on the nose. "Rack up points for a once yearly haul."

Charlie gave him a grin and shrugged, stubbornly unwilling to verbally agree. "Okay, big guy, whatever you say."

With another laugh and a wave, Santa did his little thing on the catwalk and disappeared up the chimney. Charlie walked back up the stairs and hopped, quite literally, back into bed. She already had her Christmas present, the rest was just bonus.


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