Title: Be My Hero
Rating: T
Character Pairings: Mo/Charlie
AN: I have been yearning to do this fan fiction for awhile. Finally, I have decided to write it. Please, review! If you dislike this fic, please tell me. I love structured criticism. However, if you dislike the pairing, why are you even reading this? Clearly it's a Mo/Charlie fanfic. Also, I'm not so sure about the title of this story. For now, I will be calling it: Be My Hero until I figure out any other title later on.
Chapter One.
"Scott," began Mo Banjaree, who was sitting on the bench at the park. "Are you telling me that you only brought me out here.. So you can accuse me of loving another?" She asked, her eyes widened. Her innocent brown eyes had been glazed over with tears; tears that she refused to allow fall. She wanted to be strong.
Scott Pickett had frowned at Mo's statement. He had turned his head, now refusing to look at her. "To me, it looks like you fell in love with Charlie." Scott said flatly. Mo felt her heart ache. "You spend a hell a lot of time with him. I see the way he looks at you and I see the way you look at him." Scott didn't continue. He had stood up, his hand clenched.
Mo was silent. Her eyes fell from Scott to the ground. She couldn't believe it. This morning when Scott had called her to meet him here at this time, Mo imagined them having a cute date. She had imagined them laughing and enjoying each other's company. However, Mo now wished she didn't agree to meet him here. What was he thinking? Mo only saw Charlie as a friend; her best friend. Yes, Charlie and Mo did spend a lot of time together, but they had developed a great friendship throughout the year. Charlie understood her. He knew Mo's emotions and what thoughts ran across her mind.
"Your silence tells me everything." Scott muttered. He had turned away from Mo, his back toward her. With a sharp gasp, Mo had looked toward Scott. "I'm breaking up with you, Mo." Scott soon added, before Mo could utter anything. "I hope you and Charlie have a nice future." There was so much bitterness in his tone that Mo didn't recognize him.
"I told you," Mo said, standing up. She appeared desperate and her emotions were going haywire. "I do not love Charlie! He and I will never be together." She wanted to scream, but she couldn't motivate herself to. Mo watched as Scott walk off. He said nothing about her comment.
'I can't believe this.' thought Mo, as she felt a few tears escape. The tears had fallen and ran down her cheeks. Her heart was racing and her hands shook. Her legs grew weak and Mo hoped they wouldn't give out. Mo had believed that she and Scott would be together much longer than this. She believed that Scott had changed for the better. She had also had faith in him, thinking that Scott had a lot of trust in her. Now everything will be ruined. Why? Scott was part of Lemonade Mouth now. How will the others react to the news?
"It's all my fault." whispered Mo, as she sat on the bench. She hoped her friends wouldn't be furious with her. She couldn't help but think this, due to her over-whelming emotions. The tears had continued to develop and fall. She had never felt so hurt before. If only this type of emotion never existed.
Slowly, Mo had pulled out her cell phone. The first person that she wanted to speak to was Charlie. He would know how to comfort her. He would know what to say; Charlie always knew what to say. He knew how to make her laugh, which was strange, since not many people could do that. Her lower lip quivered. If she called Charlie, Scott would find out some how and state that what he said was the truth. Her heart was squeezed at the thought. Feeling weak, Mo had placed her cell phone onto her lap then covered her face with her hands.
Time went by slowly. Mo had no idea how long she sat at that bench, but the sun was beginning to set. The tears had dried and she was left with the numbing feeling. Her eyes seemed to droop and her body went limp. Mo had cried so much that she had tired herself out. All she wanted to do now was to sleep. She had taken a deep breath and had looked to the right, her eyes going along the park's trail. Suddenly, a person had caused Mo to gasp. It was Charlie. He was walking down the trail, whistling. He looked happy for some reason.
"Mo?" Charlie appeared happy to see Mo, but that soon changed to worry. He had realized that Mo didn't look like her happy self. He had walked toward her quickly. "What's wrong?" His voice softened and there was nothing but worry upon his face. Charlie seated himself next to Mo, his kind brown eyes scanning her face.
Mo was silent. When she needed him, he appeared and Mo didn't even have to call him. She cleared her throat. "Scott broke up with me." She whispered, and her eyes closed shut. Charlie was silent. "H-He broke up with me, Charlie. Earlier. He.." Mo trailed off. She couldn't possibly tell Charlie the reason.
Charlie frowned. He felt terrible about the situation, although deep down, he was quite glad. He was glad because Scott was no longer Mo's boyfriend. Throughout this entire year, Charlie only wanted to be Mo's boyfriend. To make her happy and to be the reason for her smile. Now, Mo was single. Scott was out of the picture. However, his imagination of being Mo's boyfriend was destroyed. She was upset. That smile that he enjoyed seeing was not on her face. She looked so broken that Charlie wondered if Mo was in love with Scott.
"I'm sorry." Charlie said, sincerely. He had looked back at Mo. Slowly, he took her hand and squeezed it. "Scott was a jerk and he should realize that he lost a great girl. He would never find another girl like you, Mo. You're… amazing. You make everyone smile and you know how to make someone feel special." Charlie paused, smiling gently. "You're my best friend." It pained Charlie for saying the 'best friend', but Mo needed a friend. He would be her friend.
Mo smiled slightly. She had looked at Charlie, quite glad he showed up. "Thank you, Charlie." She said, close to tearing up again. "I needed to hear that." She had wiped the corner of her eyes. "You're my best friend, too." Mo didn't mind Charlie holding her hand. She had told herself it was a friendly gesture; nothing more. "Charlie, thank you for being here… Why were you out walking anyway? It's getting late for that."
Charlie had shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I had a craving for cheese." He said rather seriously. "We ran out of cheese at home. Apparently I finished it, but I would have remembered eating a huge block of cheddar cheese." He shook his head. "So, I decided to go to the corner store to get some."
"You were whistling rather happily.." Mo chuckled. "Was it because you were walking to the store to purchase cheese?"
"Yes." Charlie looked serious. Mo laughed. "What? I like cheese!"
"Charlie, never change." She mused, before she patted Charlie's hand. Mo had stood up and turned toward Charlie. She no longer felt numb, no longer felt sad. Charlie always knew how to make her laugh without trying. A fear had ran appeared in her mind. When she parts from Charlie to go home, would the depressed feeling make another appearance?
He had stood up and pushed his hands into his jean pockets. "Well, I need to go to the store." Charlie had glanced down at his shoes. "Want to come along or do you have to go home?" He tried to not look hopeful, but he had failed. Mo smiled at his expression and nodded. Charlie grinned. He turned and began to walk alongside her.
The two friends had went to the store. As they walked, they had told one another jokes. Charlie even attempted to do a freestyle rap for Mo, whom laughed at everything he said. It was a joyful time for them both. Until they both had to part to go their separate ways to go home. Charlie had told Mo that he didn't want her walking alone. He had refused whenever Mo stated that she was a strong girl. Charlie, rather stubbornly, had began to walk to Mo's home. Unable to make him think otherwise, Mo followed. At least she would be able to be happier much longer.
At Mo's home, Charlie wished Mo a good night. Mo had repeated his words and thanked him again. Afterward, Mo went indoors and went straight to her room. Throughout the entire night, she felt lost and terrified. She would have to face Scott tomorrow at the band practice. She would have to face her ex-boyfriend tomorrow at school. That night, Mo had cried once more. The tears wouldn't stop, even when she thought of Charlie's humorous jokes. She felt broken.