The Yearly 365 Challenge
Prompt #16 {Location} Shady Palm Motel
"Hello Chic." A calm voice spook in the shadow of the dark room.
Chic carefully closed the door. "What do you want?" He swallowed.
"Is that a good way of greeting me?" A smirk was on the dirty blonde's male shadow. "After all you are Charles Smith. Right?"
Chic stepped farther into the room. "I asked you a question. What do you want?" His fists clenched at his sides.
Moving into the light the blonde young man stared across the room at a wide eyed Chic. "Hello Chic."
Chic shook his head. "C-charles. But I killed you." He breathed out as he backed against the door.
Charles smirked. "You thought you killed me. But after you rushed out after the "fatal" blow ... I managed to get myself to a phone. I knew that you honesty didn't mean to hit me that hard; or that long. So I called Paul and he helped get me to the hospital. I told them a false name ... and I told Paul not to tell you." He shrugged. "By the time I was healed up enough to get back to the apartment ... you had all ready decided to be me when my birth mother and younger sister showed up."
Chic swallowed around the lump in his thoart. "I'm glad you are alive Charles." He stepped closer to his former roommate. "I should have stayed and checked your pulse. Too see if you were dead or not. I should have called 911 and told them what happened. I should have faced the legal trouble that I got myself into."
Charles moved closer and placed his right hand on the other blonde's shoulder. "Breathe Chic. Just Breathe." He spoke in a calm voice.
Chic silently just got his breathe under control. "Now that you are here ... how are going to explain this to the Cooper's ... to the Jones's." He shook his head. "They think Charles Smith is me. How are we going to explain that I stole your identity after I killed you."
Charles sighed. "We aren't."
"I doubt they would believe that you suddenly changed everything single thing about yourself over night Charles." Chic rolled his eyes.
Charles smiled. "We aren't going to tell anyone; Chic. You are Charles Smith." He held up his hand. "You need the family more then I ever did." He spoke in a gentle voice.
Chic stepped away. "Charles I can't do this too you."
"You aren't. I will still get to know my family." Charles moved his hands into his jeans pocket. "I'm going to find a place to live in Riverdale. You are going to tell the family that I'm an old friend."
"Charles ..." Chic whispered.
"Instead of Charles Smith ... I'll go by Charles Somthersworth. That way I'll keep my own name ... so it won't feel so awkward with you trying to remember a fake name for me." Charles nodded his head. He sighed. "Chic I did some massive research on my family before I came to Riverdale to see you. I really don't want anything to do with my birth mother. I don't want anything to do with her husband. But I do want to be around my birth father, my siblings, and my nephew and niece." He pulled his right hand out of his pocket to hold up to prevent Chic from speaking. "I don't want you to lose the connection you have made here Chic. A few years down the line we're tell them the truth ... by then they will forgive us for this deceit through hopefully the strong unbreakable bonds that we are going to form starting now."
"You were always the one whom was more hopeful in life than I ever was Charles." Chic sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. He silently looked up into Charles's eyes. "Okay." He finally agreed.