"Who is dis am womans? Ams I alloweds to fucks her?" It was the sloppy Swede. I held my guitar possessively, it was the one Charles had gotten me for my twenty-first birthday. I held the suitcase in my other hand, it was heavy as fuck. I saw Charles, he looked tired. But as soon as he saw me, his whole face lit up. Charles hugged me tightly.
"Char, welcome." I stifled a laugh as he took my suitcase. I held up the guitar.
"I've been practicing every day. Mom and Dad says my nails should be nubs as much as I play." That earned me a smile. We both loved our parents dearly. We grew up in a loving home. But I wanted off the subject. "Look at you Charles. Your a fucking mess." That was the Charles I knew though, whenever he needed something done he gave up everything else to complete it.
"There's a band tour coming up soon and I-" I stopped him. I loved him deeply. But I didn't wanna hear about band stuff right now. I turned to the rest of Dethklok and flashed my best smile. Or hoped that's what it looked like to them.
"Do you guys mind if I stay for a while? Please, I promise I won't be any bother and I'm alot funner than Charles here." Nathan and Pickles had smiles twitching on their faces. My smile grew wider. I sat down my guitar on the table and turned to Skwisgaar. I put both of my hands on his knees.
I looked into his icy blue eyes. My breathing stopped. The smile left my face. It was like someone had taken a baseball bat and knocked the air out of me. The same thing happened to Skwisgaar. His pale almost bone white hand touched mine. I was shocked at how his touch affected me. I knew Charles wanted to say something to me and then knock Skwisgaar the hell out, but he bit his tongue. I quickly stood up, and straightened my shirt out.
"You can stay." Nathan said in his usual gravely voice. I smirked even though my encounter with Skwisgaar had shaken me. I noticed my suitcase was gone but my guitar was left on the table. Charles knew I hated people touching my stuff. I was a germ-phobic. I picked up my guitar and smiled at Dethklok. I decided to go ahead and find a room.
"Char, I'm glad you're here." Charles said. I smiled at him.
"Don't get all sentimental on me big brother." He laughed and hugged me.
"I'll buy you a new guitar. The best money can buy." I smoothed out his messy hair.
"Well.. If that's what makes you happy. I'm going to find a room." A/n: Quick little story, might add more chapters to it. Yeah, I think I will. Yeah, I use my oc Charlotte for everything. She's my favorite. ^^