AN: I got a sudden burst of inspiration and, wanting to write a Charlie/Julie, I had to write this. Title aside, there probably won't be a lot of angst (unlike COA), and I have no storyline for it (again, unlike COA), but hey, those are the best kind of fics, right? I'll update Center Of Attention later this week! Enjoy.
Suicide Blonde
prologue
Connie Moreau watched as her best friend stabbed her cinnamon roll with a fork, aggravated. She smiled, a bit unsure, "Jules, I think you killed it by now."
Julie Gaffney looked at her, confused. "What?" Connie gestured towards her breakfast, to which Julie blinked. "Oh, right."
Connie sighed, "What's bothering you?"
"Scooter," Julie answered after a few seconds, unable to keep a secret from her teammate. "He clearly expressed a liking to me last year. You noticed, right?"
Connie nodded, and she looked towards the Varsity table where Scooter sat, talking to a teammate of his. Julie followed her line of sight and huffed, "Well, he's not even looked at me since we started the year."
"Oh, you want him to ask you out!" Connie nearly squealed. Julie held up her hands to shush her, though couldn't help but blush. "Yes, but I don't think he will."
"Do what I did," Connie suggested with a shrug, "I flirted with Luis until Guy punched him and asked me to be his girlfriend. Again."
"Great," Julie couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Think Mindy will let me borrow Luis?"
The two both turned their heads towards the cheerleader table, where Luis and Mindy were having world's longest make-out session. Julie grimaced at the sight; was she trying to eat his face?
"Probably not," Connie laughed, taking a hold of her empty tray as she stood up from her seat. At that moment, a shoulder knocked into Julie as someone sat down in the seat beside her.
"Probably not what?" Charlie Conway asked, curiously. He picked up the spoon Julie hadn't used and began to eat his cereal.
"Mindy probably won't share Luis with Julie," Connie answered, as Julie shot her a look. "Anyway, I have to go. It's time to break up with Guy."
"What?" Charlie asked, as Julie frowned, "Why?"
"He forgot our anniversary. Bye!" And with that, Connie was off.
"Poor Guy," Charlie commented, though he didn't look all that sorry. He knew Connie and Guy would make up by the end of the week. He turned towards Julie, "What's this about sharing Luis?"
"Nothing, she was kidding." Julie stole her spoon back from him, then took a hold of his bowl with cereal and took a bite from it. Charlie glared at her good-humouredly as she chewed, and then took his bowl and spoon back.
And suddenly, the best idea struck her.
"Charlie," she started, slowly. He looked at her just as he took another bite. "Do me a favor?"
He nodded. She smiled.
"Be my boyfriend," she said, as though asking him this was an everyday occurrence.
Charlie spat out cereal out in surprise, before he stared at her with wide eyes. Some of the milk ran down his chin, much to Julie's disgust.
Should have asked Adam, she thought. Except Adam was too much of a nice guy, he'd never agree.
"Look, I like Scooter," she told him, using a napkin to clean his face off. Charlie, annoyed she was treating him like a little kid, rolled his eyes and batted her hands away. "But he's too much of a chicken to ask me out."
"Then ask him out," Charlie told her, turning back to his breakfast.
"No," she shook her head, stubbornly. "He needs to ask me out."
"Does that even make sense to you?" He asked in a Goldberg-kind of way. Julie glared at him, but he ignored her and took another bite from his cereal. Yes, it made sense to her. Though she was in no way old-fashioned, it'd just be nice if he asked her, rather than her asking him. More special, she reckoned. Besides, it had worked for Connie.
"I figure, if I can make him jealous, he'll gather up enough courage to ask me." Julie smiled as she imagined Scooter's face when he saw her with Captain Duck. He'd be so jealous; he'd shove Charlie to the side and whisk her off of her feet. As Julie sighed dreamily, Charlie stared at her as though she was nuts. Girls could damn weird sometimes, especially when it was about a boy. Like Connie, who kept breaking up with Guy for absolutely no reason. Or, in Charlie's mind, she had no reason.
He waved a hand in front of her face, "Jules? Hello?"
Julie snapped out of it. "Sorry," she apologized, "Will you do it? Come on, Charlie! It's just pretend."
"Why should I?" Charlie had no need for a girlfriend.
"Because," Julie tried to think of a reason as she looked around. And then, as though it was fate, she saw Linda. An idea occurred to her, "Because you'll be able to get back at Linda for dumping you."
"She didn't dump me!" Charlie hissed, not wanting to draw attention to himself. "It just didn't work out." Or, rather, she'd dumped him. Julie knew this, because she'd been the one he'd ranted at.
"Whatever," Julie didn't really care. "Just think about, okay?"
"I don't need to think about it," Charlie told her bluntly as she stood up from her seat. Julie needed to get over whatever fear she had and just ask Scooter out, he thought. He looked past Julie and suddenly caught sight of Linda. Anger and something else entirely rose inside of him as he watched her laugh with some guy he had never seen before in his life.
"Wait," Charlie caught Julie by her wrist, and she whirled around to face him. Charlie didn't look at her, still glaring at his ex-girlfriend. "Fine, what would I have to do?"
Julie smiled. And my day just got better.