"My Bed, Peanut Butter, and Charlie?"
Authors Note: Hello and welcome to my new story! Since it's a really long title, I nicknamed it "BPBC". Still a little weird, but so am I! Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Charlie and Claire have been friends for about 2 months now. One day Claire finds herself writing his name in her diary, and starts to realize her feelings for Charlie...
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words on this page!
Chapter One...
Claire is sitting on the beach writing in her diary. She sighed as she looked over at Charlie. He was sitting by himself strumming his guitar. She could tell he looked sad. How could they have gone from friends one moment, to hating each other the next? Claire looked down at her diary as she remembered what happened just a few short hours ago...
It was just like any other day, Charlie went and brought food and water back for Claire. Claire was putting a nappie on Aaron as he sat down on his bed.
"Hey, morning delivery." he said trying to hand her a bottle of water.
"Hey, sorry just a minute, I have to re-tie this." she said looking back at him. She tried for the next minute as Aaron cried and pushed away. "Ugh!" she said in frustration.
"Here, I can help." he said putting the water and food down. He quickly walked over to her and shushed Aaron. "It's okay, Aaron. We've just got to put a little nappie on you." he cooed as Aaron calmed down and started to giggle as he tickled his stomach.
Claire watched Charlie as he managed to get the nappie successfully on her child. Once he was done he looked back up at Claire. She had an irritated look on her face.
"Claire, what's wrong?" he asked putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked down at the hand on her shoulder. She sighed and then pulled away. She quickly walked over to her food and sat down.
"Nothings wrong, Charlie." she said grabbing some fruit.
He walked over and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her shoulder. She shook a little when he did this. They were really good friends, but Claire found it odd that he was being so touchy. She felt comfortable around him and this didn't bother her, but her and Charlie had never even hugged before.
"Claire, are you okay?" he said rubbing her arm and putting his other hand on hers.
"I'm not a good mother..." she said softly.
"Claire? Of course you are! You had Aaron on this island! And look, he's perfect!" he said.
"It's not that...you just seem...like such a better parent than me."
"Claire how can you say-"
"Charlie, you know what, why don't you just go? I ugh, really want to be alone right now." she said starting to shake. He knew she was starting to cry.
"Claire, I don't understand wha-" he started before she sat up and walked back over to Aaron. He walked over to her and touched her before she spun around and hit him.
"Charlie, I don't want you here anymore okay!" she screamed to him.
He rubbed his shoulder and replied, "Claire, what did I-"
"Just go Charlie, I don't want to see you anymore!" she said crying.
He looked at her with puppy dog eyes and then quickly grabbed his things and left. She watched him walk away and then she laid down on her bed. She burst out in tears and then cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, she figured that Charlie would have come back by now. But he hadn't, she looked over at his empty bed, and then she felt her stomach drop. Charlie was gone. Everything he owned, was gone. The only he left was a note on his bed.
She walked over to his bed and picked it up. She carefully unfolded it. It read:
"Claire,
As you wished, I left. I moved down the beach so you won't have to see me.
-Charlie"
The note was so cold, so unlike Charlie, Claire thought. She saw that he had written the letter several different times, in several different ways. She couldn't quite make out all of the words, as they were crossed out, but she saw words like "dear", "love", and "Aaron". She bit her lip and then quickly folded the letter back up and put it away. She grabbed her diary, checked on Aaron, and then headed down the beach. She spotted Charlie, and then sat down. She looked at him for a moment and then started to write in her diary.
Charlie looked over and saw Claire. He sighed and continued to tune his guitar. He started to write a song for her, but then thought, "She'll never take me back" and crumpled up the paper.
About a week went by, before Claire approached Charlie again. He had been sitting by the fire, early in the evening. She quietly sat down next to him.
"Hi." she said softly.
"...Hi." he replied. She didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"I ugh...I'm sor-" she started before Hurley came over and interrupted.
"Charlie, I need your help with this." he said.
"Oh, alright." he said standing up. He looked down at Claire, and then walked away.
Claire went back to her tent and immediately went to sleep. The next morning, Claire got up and took her diary with her. She sat down on the beach and began to write.
"Dear Diary,
I tried to speak to Charlie last night, but he ignored me. He's still really sad, and it makes me sad. I shouldn't have said what I did to him. I know Aaron is missing him. And I'm pretty sure Charlie is missing him too. I don't want to think about Charlie anymore. Yesterday, Jack said him, Kate, Sawyer, Michael, and Hurley were going to find Walt. But I think Jack is only going to see the Others. I'll write back soon.Love,Claire"
She took a deep sigh and started to write again:
"List of things I miss the most
Music
Mom
My Bed
Peanut Butter
Charlie?"
She added the question mark because she was confused as to why she was writing this. She laughed to herself and then smiled. She looked around for Charlie. He was talking to Hurley down by the water. She put her diary down and then sat up. She walked over them quickly.
"Hey, Claire." Hurley said happily
"Charlie, can I talk to you for a minute?" she said as she neared them.
"Ugh, sure. I'll be back, Hurley." he said looking at Claire and then Hurley.
"Sure, dude." he said giving him a smile.
Charlie got up and then started walking with Claire.
"Where did you want to talk?" he asked.
"Your tent's fine. Aaron's sleeping, I don't want to wake him."
"Sure." he replied.
"Where-where is it?" she asked.
"Well, since you didn't want to see me, let's just say we'll be walking for awhile." he said smiling.
She looked over at him and didn't respond. They continued down the beach for a few minutes before coming upon a small shelter. He opened the flap and let her inside. He offered her a seat on his bed and sat next to her.
"So, I thought you didn't want to see me anymore?" he said in a very serious tone.
"I'm sorry, Charlie." she said.
He nodded. "You know Claire, you don't have to-"
"No, I'm really sorry, Charlie. I shouldn't have kicked you out. I mean look at you. You have to walk a mile down the beach alone, just to sleep at night. Don't you get scared out her at night?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do. But I do it for you. I don't want to be enemies with you. You're my friend." he replied.
She looked up at him. She gave him an awkward hug. After a couple seconds she loosened and fell in a more comfortable hug. It wasn't really friend-like, it was more lovingly. A hug you would give your boyfriend. Not your boy friend. He put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist. The minute he put his arm around her waist, she pulled back a few inches. Now they were face to face. Charlie knew she was going to kiss him, but instead of letting her, he pulled away.
"You should get back to Aaron." he said standing up.
She nodded and stood up. She walked out of the tent with him behind her. They both started for the camp before she stopped. She turned around.
"Charlie?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Aaron-he misses you," she started, "and I-I do too."
He smiled.
"I mean-you can...ugh...come back...if you wanted to...unless you want to stay here out in the creepy jungle by yourself."
"Sure, I'll come back." he said taking a step forward. She smiled back at him. Then she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Then she turned around and walked back to camp. He grinned and touched his cheek. Then he turned around and gathered up his things. Later that night, Charlie finally got all his things back to camp. He brought them into her tent. He saw that his bed was made up, like Claire always did. He smiled and started to put his things away. Claire came up behind him and poked him in the back. He jumped back.
"Hey!" he exclaimed rubbing the spot she poked. She giggled and then threw her arms around his neck. She pulled him close to her and moved her fingers in circles on the back of his neck.
"I missed you." she said sighing into his shoulder.
"I missed you too, Claire." he said before pulling back. He kissed the top of her head and then went back to unpacking. She watched him for a moment before walking over to Aaron. He was asleep. She smiled, tucked him in, and dropped down on her bed. It had been very cold lately so she curled up in her blankets, and then looked over at Charlie. He had been watching her. She smiled and motioned for him to come over. He sat up, and walked over and sat down next to Claire. She took his hand in hers and then pulled him closer to her.
"Promise me, you will never leave again." she said looking up into his eyes.
He smiled and looked down at their hands for a moment, "I will never leave you, Claire." he said looking back into her eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight, Claire." he said sitting up and walking back over to his bed.
"'Night, Charlie." she replied. Charlie unpacked the rest of his things, and then turned off their light. He looked over at Claire, she was shaking. He frowned, grabbed his blanket and walked over to her. He carefully laid it on her and then went back over to his bed. He wrapped himself in his sweatshirt and soon fell asleep.
A few hours later, Aaron started to cry. It woke Claire up, and she quickly went over to him. He was cold so she grabbed his blankets and wrapped him tightly and brought him back to her bed. She sat down and noticed Charlie didn't have any blankets. Then she looked down and saw his on her bed. She sighed, took the blankets and laid down on Charlie's bed. She carefully laid the blanket over the three of them and fell asleep.
Soon afterwards, Charlie woke up. He saw Claire and Aaron and then smiled. He slowly slid his arm from underneath the blanket and wrapped it around them. He held them close and fell back asleep. When he woke up much later, it was daylight. Claire had also started to wake. She opened her eyes and saw Charlie staring back at her.
"Hey." she said softly.
"Hey." he replied just as softly.
"I should, put Aaron, down in his crib." she said quietly. He nodded and watched as she got up and put her child back in his crib. She stroked his head and then laid back down on his bed. She scooted close to him, and then he wrapped his blanket around her.
"You're so warm." she cooed at him as she snuggled into his neck.
"...Claire?" he asked softly.
"Mmmhmm?"
"I love you."
He smiled, pulled back slightly, and gave her a kiss. He pulled away, watched her for a minute before she leaned in again and gave him another kiss. It wasn't a messy, French kiss. It was a cute, sweet, romantic, polite kiss. She finished the kiss, and then pulled herself as close as she could get to him.
"I love you too, Charlie."
TBC!
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