AN: Just a crappy little thing I started writing. However, the other five parts of this story are much better than this first bit. The second isn't great either but the third to sixth are better I promise. The reason is the first three parts were written months ago while I was pushing through an awful writers block. Parts four to six are recent. Nonetheless, enjoy some Charles/Erik.
Part 1/6
Charles was reading the last few chapters of The Hobbit when he ran into Erik, literally. Later on Raven would mock him for the way he had freaked out. She would say that their first meeting was something out of a Rom Com. The worst part was that Charles knew that she was right.
It went down like this... Charles was so absorbed in the last few chapters of The Hobbit that he hadn't even realized he was walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk until he ran into someone, Erik. Then there was something burning his leg and chest. Charles looked down to see a cup of coffee now colouring the sidewalk brown.
"I'm so sorry, my friend," he said while his mind was working too hard on trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do. The man he had bumped into didn't move as he watched Charles flail around.
The coffee on the street, he decided, was a lost cause. Instead, Charles pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping away the splashes of coffee on the confused strangers face.
"Do you always wipe random stranger's faces with your handkerchief?" The man smirked.
That was the moment Charles realized how creepy he probably was being. However, when he glanced up at the man he seemed more amused than anything.
"My apologies," Charles moved away quickly.
The two men awkwardly apologized for bumping into one another before Charles thought he owed the man a coffee considering her was the real reason why they had collided.
"Can I at least buy you another coffee?" Charles asked. The man glanced at his wristwatch before cursing in what Charles guessed to be German.
"I'm going to have to get a rain check on that coffee, I'm already late for a meeting," the stranger said before turning to leave.
"At least tell me your name!" Charles called out but it was too late, the man had been swallowed by the crowd. With a sigh of disappointment, he turned and continued on his way.