A/N:
So this is something I've been working on in Real Time, meaning that as the days progress, real time was passing. So if something doesn't make sense, just tell me in a review. And spelling errors... I apologize for. There was WAY too much for me to go over. XD
So read and review! And thanks for any advice.
Peace.

Oswald and Lewis sat, barwise in the Warsaw Tavern.

They were sipping their beers when the bell on the door clanged, and Lewis turned around, his eyes widening.

"Oswald,"

"Hmm?"

Lewis nudged his buddy. "Door."

Oswald turned around, blue eyes sparkling curiously.

What they saw was a woman, in a black halter top and flared jeans, her short black hair swept back behind her head.

She strolled up the bar, a smile alight on her face, the guys' eyes following her the whole time.

Noticing the stares, the woman looked them both in the eyes.

"Hi there," She grinned.

Lewis cleared his throat. "Oh, hi."

"Huh?" Oswald mumbled, eliciting a jab in the ribs from Lewis. "Oh, right. Hi." He smiled.

Gesturing to a stool, she raised her eyebrows. "Is this seat taken?"

"No! No, no..."

"Nope!"

She sat down, and offered a hand, still smiling. "I'm Charlie."

Oswald shook her hand, nodding enthusiastically. "Oswald!"

Lewis took the hand, and kissed it, looking at her out of the top of his eyes. "Lewis. Lewis Kinisky."

"Nice to meet you guys."

Tim glanced up from behind the bar. "These two aren't bothering you, are they ma'am?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I like gay couples." She grinned, and Tim shrugged.

Oswald and Lewis looked at each other. "What?"

Lewis started. "We're not-"

"He wont-" Oswald cut in, then stopped with a twitchy look from Lewis.

"Oh, you guys aren't gay?" Her eyes widened. "Sorry, I just see two cute guys hanging out in a bar and assume..."

"What?" Oswald's eyebrows furrowed. "Did you just- wait, did you just call us cute?"

"Yeah! How dare you call us cute?" Lewis fumed, then paused.

"Here, let me make up for that by buying you a beer." She said apologetically, noting their empty glasses.

The two shrugged, and flagged down Tim for the beers.

"Thanks, by the way." Lewis shrugged, and Oswald nodded in agreement.

"For the beer?"

"No, for calling us cute." He looked down into his beer.

Oswald nodded again. "Most girls either call us creepy, stupid, irritating, or boring."
"Boring?" Charlie raised her eyebrows. "I don't know how someone gets an adjective like 'boring' out of talking to you two."

"What about creepy?"

"No, I get that one..."

Lewis rolled his eyes and Oswald shrugged.

Charlie looked off into space for a minute, then turned back to the two. "Do you guys know where any good motels are in Cleveland? Cheap, preferably?"

"Well there's a Motel 8 behind the bar," Lewis gestured. "But I wouldn't stay there..."

"Hey, anything that's not a million dollars. I'm kind of low on cash."

"Well why don't you just stay with us while you're in town?" Oswald angled his head.

Oh, well, there goes THAT girl who actually was talking to us... Lewis thought.

But Charlie raised her eyebrows. "Really? That wouldn't be too much of a problem?"

"Wait, you're not creeped out?" Lewis jerked his head up.

"What? Why would two guys I met in a bar who live with each other asking me to stay with them while I was in Cleveland creep me out?"

Tim snorted behind the bar, and Lewis glared at him.

"Of course not. I've done way crazier stuff." Charlie grinned. She slapped her backpack. "This is my only stuff anyway." Then she frowned. "Uh, you guys do have more than one bed, right?"

Oswald nodded rapidly. "Of course! I mean, the only time we even sleep together is when there's a thunderstorm."

"Okay, answer this one moron, where's she gonna sleep?"

"Oh, I can totally sleep on a floor." Charlie widened her eyes.

"How about the toy room?" Oswald looked at Lewis pleadingly.

"Fine." Lewis quirked an eyebrow. "But you don't touch the collector's items, got it?"

Charlie grinned, and nodded excitedly. "Sure! Whatever you say!"

Then her and Oswald high-fived over Lewis's shoulder, both giggling.

"This is gonna be GREAT."
OOOOOOooooOOOOOO

Charlie plopped down on the floor of Oswald's toy room.

Oswald nodded excitedly. "I'm gonna go change into my pajamas!"

He took off, and Charlie shut the door and changed quickly into hers; a white tank top and fuzzy blue pj bottoms.

She sat back down on the floor, and Oswald knocked and came in, sitting down accross from her.

"So Oswald," She tied her hair up into a short pony tail. "How long have you and Lewis lived together?"

He shifted, his fuzzy navy pajamas sparking on contact with the carpet. "On and off ever since high school."

"And you've always lived in Cleveland?"

"Oh yeah," He nodded, hair bouncing a little. "We grew up here,"

"Wow," Charlie sat back, resting her palms on the carpet. "I could never stay in the same place for that long."

"Is that why you came to Cleveland?"

"Well, I actually didn't come here on purpose. Or to stay." She shruged. "I was on my way to Akron, and I got a tiny bit lost."

"What's in Akron?"

"Oh, nothing. I've just never been there before..."

Oswald turned his head. "So where do you live?"

"Nowhere, really. I travel all the time. If I get a good job, I stay for a few months, make enough money to leave the country and come back, then move on."

"That's scary. How do your friends feel about you always being gone?"

She shrugged again. "They don't. Most of them are in California... the rest are spread out, and I only see them about once every ten years."

"But that's sad..." Oswald looked a little distraught, but then Lewis opened the door and stuck his head in.

"What are you crazy kids up to in here?"

"Just talking!" Charlie reported.

"Lewis, Charlie only sees her friends every ten years!"

"Ten years?" Lewis came in a little further and sat down next to Oswald. "That's a long time."

"Yeah, I guess."

"You miss them?"

"Not usually." She looked up, thinking, then back to Lewis. "Sometimes it's best when you only have that initial impression... makes it seem more special."

Lewis swallowed, and looked at Oswald, who was fiddling with his zipper.

"I guess. But still," He frowned. "Oswald and me have never been away that long."

"What about that time you got mad at me for that dishes thing?"

"That was ten days, you dolt."
"Oh."

Charlie watched them go at that for a few minutes, until Lewis stood up and stretched. "Well, I have to be up early tomorrow. Some monkey exploded in the lab yesterday, and if you let it dry too long, that stuff never comes off..."

He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Charlie looked at Oswald. "What-"

"He's a janitor at a drug testing company."

"Ah."

Oswald glanced around. "Well, I should probably go to bed now too. I heard girls sleep too." Charlie smiled, then-

BOOM!

Thunder shook the entire room, and Oswald jumped and grabbed Charlie's arm.

Then he looked at her desperately. "Is it okay..." He trailed off, averting his eyes.

She grinned and rubbed his shoulder. "You can sleep with me if you want."

Oswald raised his eyebrows. "Does that mean we get to have sex?"

Charlie lowered her eyebrows sternly. "No, Oswald."

"Oh."

"And if you touch me in any way I find creepy, I will break your thing off and nail it to your front door."

Oswald just stared at her.

"Got it?"

"Um, okay." He nodded, then laid his head down on the twin pillow set near the wall.

Charlie followed, and smiled softly, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Good night, Oswald."

"'Night, Charlie."

The thunder shook the room again and he squeezed her arm.