Budding Roses
A/N I've lately been thinking about Charley and Bet as a couple and I decided to write this. Enjoy.
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Roses had always been Bet's favorite flower. She bought roses at the market, wore rose scented perfume, and, strange enough her favorite color was red. Charley, having had developed a crush on her, knew all about this.
It was a cloudy Sunday and Fagin forced the boys out on the streets to do the job. About 15 minutes into the day, Charley found a perfect target. It was a tall elderly man wearing a grey top hat and a grey suit. He carried a cane and when Charley eyed his pockets, his wallet looked fat with cash. He slowly approached the wealthy man and was about to reach into his pocket when someone cried, "THIEF!"
The elderly man turned around and swung his cane at Charley. Charley ducked and began running. After running for a few blocks he looked back behind him and ran into someone. He sniffed the air sharply. Roses.
"Ouch!" Bet cried.
"I am so sorry," Charley said as he helped Bet to her feet.
"You better be," she scoffed, shaking his hands off of her. Charley looked at her with a dreamy expression. "What you starin' at me fer?"
"Oh… nothing," Charley answered, shaking his head.
"How does my hair look?" Bet asked, running her hair through her blond curls.
"Beautiful," Charley answered quickly and enthusiastically.
"Good," Bet said, "I have a date tonight."
"Wi-with who?" Charley stammered.
"Just someone I met at the pub," Bet said as she walked away. Just then Charley had a brilliant idea. He would get her roses. Bet would have to love him then.
