Be Okay
Hi there. Lauren here. I'm going to keep this short so please try to read this, okay?
This is the barest of introductions and doesn't even scratch the surface of what's to come, but each chapter will only be a diary entry and because I'm trying to ease into this and not make it seem so oh-she-starts-writing-and-suddenly-she-meets-the-Avengers. So basically this is really short because there isn't a whole ton to write in this one chapter, but I'll have the next one out tomorrow so no matter how boring this chapter seems please keep in mind that the Avengers will come soon enough.
Also, thanks to all the people coming here from the first "version" of this story. I know there wasn't a ton of you but it means a lot that you bothered coming to read this at all.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, just Charlotte, Thalie, and the plot.
Chapter 1: Where We Get Into a Crap Ton of Trouble Part 1
February 2, 12:38 AM
Dear Diary,
Hi. My name's Charlotte. I'm currently sitting on the curb outside some gas station, writing this with my left hand because Thalie "accidently" slammed the car door on my right a few days ago, so sorry about my handwriting. Anyways, I'm cold, I'm hung-over, and I'm feeling pretty shitty right now, but Thalie's taking forever in the bathroom so I may as well start this whole diary thing right now. As if I need something else to remind me of every stupid thing I've done with my life. Not that that's your fault or anything, I mean in the end it was my decision to write in you at all and- and I'm apologizing to a notebook. God damn.
What the hell is taking that idiot so long?
-0-0-
It's almost dawn, so I should be sleeping rather than writing right now, but I feel bad about pissed off earlier and cutting our little conversation short to go bang on the bathroom door. Even though you're an inanimate object. I swear to god my sanity is slowly deteriorating.
But leaving that delicate topic for the moment, there's a reason we're going to sleep at seven in the morning. And it's not because we're vampires hiding away from the dangerous rays of the burning sun or anything stupid like that. We're on the run.
Not from the law; I mean, we're not criminals (not yet at least- but Thalie is bound to get us in trouble any day now, and I'll be the one paying the price). We're running from my family. My Aunt Gloria, to be more specific. Now there's a woman who's absolutely insane. Pretty and perfect, the ex-darling of the town, and now the most famous woman in a forty-mile radius of Belle Town, Texas, she's the devil incarnated. Most people see her perfectly pink manicured fingers as just that: fingers. But the pink nail polish is just there to hide the demon claws protruding from the ends of her fingers. Actually, I have more proof than her being the peppy incarnation of everything I despise.
-(-)-
Charlotte lounged on her bed in her dorm room, watching Doctor Who on her laptop as Thalie struggled to braid her hair in the mirror. All in all, it was a normal afternoon. At least, it was until Gloria strut into the room without knocking, her presence immediately filling up the space and making the room feel much too small for the three of them.
"Charlotte, dear, get up to hug your favorite aunt, why don't you?" Gloria smiled, her tone sickly sweet. Internally groaning, Charlotte sat up on her bed but didn't move into her aunt's open arms.
"Thalie, this is my aunt, Gloria Burns. Aunt Gloria, this is my roommate, Thalie." Charlotte said with little emotion, alerting the older woman to the pretty girl in the corner.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Burns." Thalie nodded reservedly at her, and Gloria tensed up.
"Roommate?" She asked, her voice raising an octave. "Well then, I'll just have to speak to Administration about this. I specifically told them you were to live alone." Gloria's voice was strained and sharp, as if each word went from hanging with a heavy weight on her vocal chords to biting her lips as they passed through them. Thalie stiffened as she listened, and Charlotte immediately became defensive.
"It's not a problem, Aunt Gloria. I like living with Thalie." Her words were spoken evenly and with a sense of finality, a sense that Gloria didn't seem to grasp.
"Even so, they went against my wishes, and I will have to talk to them about my ever generous yearly donations to the school." Gloria spoke darkly. "Now, Thalie, would you mind giving my niece and I- what is that smell?" She openly sniffed the air and then looked straight at Thalie. "Satuvian."
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We packed our bags and left in my friend Chris's pickup later that night. See, Diary (I really should give you a name now that I'm treating you like a person (I swear if this brings up another question about my mental health I'm going to stop writing here and now)), no human- no normal human at least- could smell Thalie like Aunt Gloria did. Thalie is an alien, and while she does have what she calls a distinctive smell, humans don't physically have the ability to smell and interpret it. Which means that Aunt Gloria can't be all human.
Thalie says that she's probably some other kind of alien or something, but I'm still rooting for the she's-from-hell theory. It just sounds cooler.
I'll write in you again tonight, but I drove through most of last night on account of Thalie being a useless sack of flour and not being able to drive and now I'm on the brink of falling asleep, so…
Goodnight. Or morning. Whatever works for you.
-Charlotte Burns
I tried to keep it vague. Hopefully it wasn't so vague and short that you guys aren't interested in it.
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