A Little Orange Dress

Collaboration with Oltierra

Greetings my little fanfictionfans! With the help of my lovely friend Oltierra we're going to bring you a new fanfic featuring our respective OC's Charlotte and Nate. About what, you might ask? Well READ AND FIND OUT!

Charlotte P.O.V

Rainbows and Unicorns!

You want to know what happens when you ask Tala what his favourite colour is?

Rainbow. The answer you will get is rainbow. And then perhaps a scary laugh as he skips off singing a Russian folklore song. I know, downright weird. "And here I thought you were this scary ass Russian who had people running for the hills just by looking at you, Tala Ivanov." I muttered under my breath as I held a 'rainbow' in my hands to hang up on the walls. In truth it was just loads of streamers of different colours but I've gotta say they looked awesome. It definitely did look like a rainbow streamed around the room; I almost asked him if he wanted unicorns with that. But knowing how absolutely high he's been lately he'd actually ask for one. And then we'd have a full-blown disaster…

"Focus on the task at hand Charlie. You can deal with Tala's apparent lack of scariness later." It was Spencer, whose shoulders I was currently sitting on to hang said rainbow streamers all over this giant hall. Rather than drag a ladder across the polished floor of main party room, we decided to work together and hang them up with me on his shoulders. Plus I trust Spencer holding me up a lot more than I trust Bryan, who has on several occasions forgotten that I'm sitting on his shoulders and done something stupid like chase Shrimp, or jump, or jump over something while chasing Shrimp. All of which gave me some pretty painful bruises! And so now, unless he's trying to kidnap me or bench press me, I don't let Bryan hoist me up for extended periods of time.

Slowly I raised my hands, careful to keep the streamers as intact as possible. With the precision that comes with having to practise the same thing for about two hours I hung every last streamer onto the last hook and grinned. "We're all done Spence! Let's show Wolf-boy!" Spencer nodded, and I rested my hands in his dirty blonde mop of hair as he ran back to get Tala, careful to warn me to duck for all doorways and chandeliers. I know, large beautiful expensive glass objects and drunken Russians (or even sober ones, Ian breaks glass just by looking at it) is so not a good mix, but it wasn't my idea to throw Tala's big birthday bash here! Thanks to Mr Stanley Dickinson (the man who reminds me of Santa Claus) we're having it here, in this beautiful old mansion towards the edge of town. Actually now that I think about it, the only thing near this place is a hospital…that really says something, doesn't it?

We found Tala at the top of the stairs in the grand foyer, about to have a mattress race down said stairs with Ian. The floor at the bottom of the stairs was polished marble and the front door was open, so stupid Russians plus mattress flying down stairs at high speed plus slippery floor plus open door… you do the maths! Tala spotted me, still on Spencer's shoulder and waved, "Oh Charlie! I've got some bad news! Ian, we're going to have to hold off the mattress race for a bit!" He leaped down the stairs with surprising grace before dashing over to Spencer leaving a sad Ian on top of the stairs waiting, muttering something in Russian about 'making it quick or he'd go on alone'. Tala got to Spencer and looked up at me somewhat sadly, first time he's been anything but happy all week. "Charlie honey, I know you were super excited about coming to the party, but I'm afraid since we agreed with your mother," he shuddered slightly. I don't blame him, she scared them all half to death. Some people are scared of Tala; Tala is scared of my mother. "That you're not drinking you can't come. Sorry darling, I promise I'll make it up to you!" He let it all out in one breath, as if expecting me to cry or something. So I grinned at him. Always expect the unexpected is how it works around here anyway why not give him a taste of his own medicine?

"It's alright Wolf-Boy. We came in here to say the streamers are done, and since that's all I have left to do I guess I'll go exploring! This place is so huge I'll be gone until the party ends!" He grinned back at me as Spencer lowered me down, before crushing me in a hug. "Tala…can't…breathe!" He let me go with a grin, exclaiming happily in Russian how he'd known I'd understand before letting me skip off out one of the many doors, down the hall, hang a left, skip some more, down to the right (sounds like a country dance) and finally arriving at my secret base of operations. I swiped my card through the door and it opened, revealing a room full of monitors and keypads. On shelves lining the back wall there were cameras and mikes of various sizes, as well as two cat-suits (supply your own boots) and masks to conceal identities.

Okay so I wasn't entirely honest with Tala about where I was going, but there was a good reason I swear! I'm not the only person who hasn't been invited to this little shindig, a girl named Nate from the Bladebreakers wasn't either, not sure why; so we decided that rather than sit around and be bored we would do something a little more fun that would definitely get us some brilliant blackmail material – record the goings-on of Tala's party! And since Tala's party to begin with is a 'cross-dressing dress-up party' this is going to be brilliant!

I grinned and, pulling my phone off the charger, I sent out a single text to one particular new friend of mine.

All set here. They don't suspect a thing. Awaiting your arrival. C xx

This was going to be fun.

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