So I got finished (mostly) with school sooner than I thought I would and was able to start on this over the weekend! yay! lol

This story will have a little more angst and will be a little chewier than the others, but will still mostly be full of fluffy Charloe goodness, so don't worry about that.

For the last few stories, I have used Keith Urban as my inspiration musical source, but for this story that just wasn't working...so instead I went in another direction and if anyone is interested, this time it was 2 different Justin Timberlake songs...That Girl was one of them (the title is actually a line from that one), but the bulk of this stories inspiration has come from the song Mirrors (played on repeat while I'm writing).

As with the other stories, you can't just listen to the song and know what's going to happen, because it's not going to be exactly the same, but that is where my inspiration came from...So please, listen to your hearts content if you want to, they are both really great songs and won't spoil anything

This story isn't all written yet, but I do have a chunk of it started, so hopefully it will come pretty quickly like the others did.

Thanks for reading, sorry for the epic note...lol

Disclaimer: I don't own...if I did (Spoiler) I would not have worried viewers by leaving Miles trapped in a basement for days!

Charlie was laying against his side. She was awake, he knew, but she wasn't saying anything. Then again he hadn't said anything either. He just wondered if she was silent for the same reasons as him. But judging by the tension he felt in her shoulders, probably not.

He was just enjoying being with her, not having to worry about anyone catching them together, or Miles randomly showing up and having to come up with a good enough reason for her to be here.

But obviously something was bothering her.

"What's wrong?" Bass finally asked, breaking the quiet of the room.

Charlie shifted on the bed and looked at him. "I'm worried." She said.

Bass raised a brow as he too turned onto his side, facing her. "About what?"

Charlie sighed. "What's the longest you and Miles have gone without talking? And not," she said. "Because you were separated for whatever reason when you were in the Marines, but when it was your own choices?" she asked.

Bass shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know, about a week when we were eighteen."

"Why?" Charlie asked,

Bass sighed. This was a conversation he had hoped to never have to have with her, but, as they say, in for a penny in for a pound. "I slept with his girlfriend." He said. Charlie's eyes widened but he kept going before she had a chance to speak.

"I was stupid and we were drunk and it was a one time thing and I told him about it the next day because I felt so bad about it." He shrugged. "He broke up with her and stopped talking to me after he punched me in the face." He said. "Which I more than deserved."

Charlie frowned. "So you slept with his girlfriend, got into a fight and were still talking again a week later?"

Bass nodded, also frowning. "Yeah."

Charlie rolled over, one hand resting on the bed between them and the other resting on her forehead as she frowned at the ceiling. "So in almost forty years you guys have gone one week without willingly talking to each other."

Bass nodded. "Yes."

Charlie turned her head to look at him. "Until now."

He nodded once again. "Until now."

Charlie sat up and Bass copied her movements. "Miles hasn't spoken to either of us in three weeks." She said, looking at him. "And you have to ask what I'm worried about?"

She looked on the verge of tears. "I ruined your relationship with your best friend." She turned so she was facing him. "He's the one person you've needed for most of your life, and I ruined that for you."

Bass shook his head, smiling softly. "No, you didn't." he said. "It's not ruined, he'll come around, and if he doesn't," he shrugged. "that will really suck." He said, causing her to chuckle a little as she wiped at her eyes. "But it'll be his choice, not yours."

"And besides, he's not the person I need the most." Bass said.

Charlie raised her eyes to his. "He's not?" she asked

Bass shook his head. "No." he said as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, slightly salty from her tears.

"Do you know why, the first time I told you I loved you, I just sort of threw it into the conversation?" he asked.

Charlie shook her head and he smiled at the way her hair fell into her face. He reached over and brushed it back. "Because it scared the hell out of me, how much I wanted to tell you."

Charlie smiled. "Really?" she asked and he nodded.

"Miles is my brother, he'll come around; he just needs time to process this." Bass laid a hand on her cheek. "You mean more to him than his high school girlfriend did, that's why this is taking him longer to work through." He said. "He can't just break up with you." He said with a chuckle. "He's got to figure out how to deal with this, for both of us.

"Because he might think of me like a brother, but he sees you like a daughter." Bass said and then frowned. "and I never want to think about that again because that's just creepy." He said and Charlie laughed.

He laid back on the bed, taking her with him. "Besides," he said. "you just said he's not been talking to you either." He said and she nodded. "So if you should feel about him not talking to me, I should feel really bad about him not talking to you." Bass said. "You actually live with the guy."

Charlie shrugged. "Alright then, neither us will feel bad." She said "We'll just do what he asked and give him more time." She sighed and snuggled closer to him, closing her eyes. "He'll come around when he's ready."

Bass wrapped an arm around her and buried his face in her hair and sighed. Miles would come around. And if not, Bass thought to himself, they would figure out how to deal with that later on.

A little on the short/sad side, but I hope you liked it anyway. More to come tomorrow.

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