Ok. I swear I'll finish this story to the end. Even if it kills me. Ok?!
I'm posting this story on (I'm always a keeper) and instagram (official_charlene_kk).
I LOVE YOU MANDA! Sorry.. you kind of sound awful in this… :\ BUT I LOVE YOUUUU! :3
I don't own Disney…. :(
CHARLENE'S POV
I briskly strolled into The Frozen Marble with my freshly drenched backpack in one hand and my soaked umbrella in the other. I stopped by the door to shake off the remaining water droplets on the umbrella, then quickly folded it up and stuck it in my backpack. After the harsh downpour outside, I ordered an ice tea. I paid the cashier and went to sit with the other Keepers in the corner. They were all immersed with the latest talk of a new substitute teacher who gives students two hours of detention on Saturdays.
I put a cheesy grin on my face. "Hey guys!" Their heads turned simultaneously towards me.
"Hey Charlie!" Finn welcomed me. The rest of the Keepers, who looked uncomfortably squished in the small booth, all greeted me with a grin. I stood at the end of the rectangular table unsure if I would be able to squeeze in between any of them.
"Come on, Charlene! Just pull up a chair from another table," Willa suggested with a playful grin as Philby wrapped his arm around her. I went over to an empty table and stole one of the metal chairs. I set my bag by my feet and joined the rest of the Keepers who were already half way through their desserts.
"Hey!"
I heard the voice behind my back. The one that I dreaded hearing. The one that made me who I am today.
"Hey, Mandy!" Finn replied in awe. He looked at her as if she were the only girl in the world. The way I wanted him to look at me. He pushed Maybeck over another inch, almost sending Philby flying of the other end of the bench. "Here. You can sit here." He patted the chair.
He could have offered me that seat.
"Thanks Finn!"
"No prob!"
"Shoot."
"What is it, Manda?"
"Jess took my wallet."
"I can pay for ice-cream if you want."
Amanda looked at him as though she were an innocent puppy that lost her way. "Really, Finn? Thank you so much!"
And with that, two minutes later, Amanda and Finn were finishing their ice-cream while staring romantically at each other with eyes the size of saucers. Their upper arms moved and without looking under the table, I knew they were holding hands. But I also knew that Amanda's hands were bony and large. Too big for Finn's hands.
I knew that mine would fit perfectly.