I'm back! I'm pretty much kicking a dead horse here, but I just couldn't let this series sit just yet, so I came up with a bunch of one shots. The first one here is fluffy because I was in a fluffy mood so back off. It's somewhere between when Charlie and Jack kissed and Charlie got homeschooled, so they're together at boarding school. Have at it.
"I hate you," I muttered.
"Will you stop," Jack pleaded.
"I hate you," I repeated like some broken tape recorder.
"I told you I was sorry!" he said. He reached out and grabbed my arm. I whipped around and beat his forearm until he let go.
"Leave me alone!" I shouted. Stupid Jack and his stupid self and his stupid mouth spewing stupid words. He'd made some stupid cocky remark under his breath when we were fighting about how I had it coming with how I came on to him on the island. "You're still an asshole!"
"Charlie, please-"
I slammed the door in his face and flopped on my bed in my room, groaning.
"Charlie-"
"I fucking hate you," I called in a sing-song voice. I heard Jack slam against the door and then slide down to the floor, sitting against the entrance.
Silence. Finally, I sighed in relief and rubbed my temples. Dammit, I couldn't stand this anymore. Jack was a jerk and I couldn't believe I even gave him a second chance. I regretted that kiss in the store, and in the car, and in the car again. Obviously Roger was right, Jack wasn't my guy, and I hated calling Roger right.
I began doodling in one of my notebooks when I heard a sound from outside my door.
"You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far."
"For fuck's sake," I muttered, but I did not move from my bed. If Jack was going to make a fool out of himself, I wouldn't stop him.
"You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say."
I shook my head, but he continued on, and louder.
"And you play it cool, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do."
Fuck. Him. I hated Michael Buble and now I wouldn't be able to concentrate until I got him to stop singing the freaking stupid song. I jumped off my bed and swung open the door, pulling Jack up by his arm before slamming the door shut and he was...grinning at me. Fucktard.
"Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you."
"Shut up!" I hissed. "Someone's gonna hear you, moron!" But he only grinned wider and belted out.
"And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing."
"Shut. Up!" I growled. Oh my god, if he did not stop singing, I swear I would...
"You're every line, you're every word, you're-"
I planted my lips on his, sucking out every last line from that bullshit song. I grabbed his face in my hands and made sure he was finally out of breath before letting go. When I finally did, he was grinning like a child.
"God, I hate you," I muttered. He only grinned and lowered his lips to mine again.
And the rest, my friends, is too intimate for your knowledge.