Get Out Of Here

It's been two weeks since Charlotte's encounter with Isaac and she hasn't seen him. The past few times Boyd has come to gather his things, he was accompanied by Derek.

"I don't want you seeing him, Char." Her brother would tell her.

"And who are you to tell me who I can see and can't see?" She responded with attitude in her voice.

"I'm your older brother."

"We're twins!"

"He's my friend, Charlotte! I will not allow you to date my friends." He was getting angrier the more they argued.

"You can't control his heart and you can't control mine." She said before storming to her bed. "Just hurry up, I have school tomorrow."

At the Train Car

"Your sister has a lot of pinned up rage." Derek pointed out recalling the recent events that transpired between Boyd and his twin.

Boyd just walked pass Isaac and Erica. They were sharpening their claws out of boredom.

"I think she would make a great addition to the pack."

"Did I just hear that you are bringing in another female?" Erica stopped abruptly.

Boyd slammed his duffle down and crashed into one of the seats. Isaac walked in cautiously and sat a few rows across from his friend.

"What's going on?" He asked out of concern.

No answer.

"You guys got in another fight?"

That would be the third time in two weeks.

"And they were all about you." Boyd spat.

"Whoa! I didn't do anything."

"You made her like you. She doesn't understand what it's like to be in these situations."

Isaac felt responsible for it all. Boyd didn't have a clue about what happened between him and Charlotte. Guilt began at Isaac's insides and he didn't know how to deal with it, but he liked her. What was he going to do?

"It's going to get better." Isaac assured his friend.

He knew what was happening and he was going to have to fix it. He left up the stairs and proceeded his way towards Charlotte's house. He liked Charlotte but he couldn't let his feelings in the way of his friendship with Boyd. When he reached her window, he began to throw pebbles to gain her attention.

"Charlotte. Charlotte!" He called in between taps.

He seen her figure in the window and she opened it up furiously. She looked upset.

"What the hell, Boyd? Oh, hey, Isaac it's you." Her demeanor changed quickly.

"Hey. Do you mind if I come up?"

"No, come on."

Charlotte watched as he scaled the vines on her house and the large tree to get into her house. No sooner than he entered the window, she crashed their lips together. He responded by placing his hands on her waist and kissing her back for a short moment. He almost forgot why he came here in the first place. He broke they kiss and looked sorrowfully in her eyes.

"I've missed you so much." She said with a wide, toothy grin. She looked into his eyes and he looked down and grabbed her hands. "What's wrong?"

He looked up at her and he could feel the pressure of the past couple of weeks gnawing at him.

"We can't do this."

Charlotte felt like her heart had just been ripped out. "What?"

"Look, Charlotte, I really like you. But, I feel like I'm getting in between you and your brother. I can't do that to family. I can't choose you or him. It wouldn't be right. I can't pick you without hurting him. And I can't pick him without hurting you."

"You know, I'm not asking you to choose either me or brother. But in a way, you are still going to pick your friend." Charlotte was hurt. She really liked Isaac and she didn't want to lose him so soon. She understood, but it still hurt. "So, what am I supposed to do now?"

"I want you to move on. I want you to be happy." His voice cracked.

"You make me happy." She said barely above a whisper.

Isaac kissed her one last time before pressing their foreheads together. She was crying and he never meant to make her cry. She closed her eyes.

"Do this for me. This will make me happy."

When she opened her eyes, he was gone. The wind from her open window tossed her hair in small twirls. She looked at the waning moon and let her silent tears fall. She didn't know what to do. She looked at the phone that was on the charger. An impulse made her walk over to her desk and pick it up. The screen was bright as she dialed the number and put it to her ear.

"Mm-mm, hello?" A familiar voice answered groggily.

"Hey Stiles." Charlotte sniffled.

"Charlotte? Is that you?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" He sounded more alert.

"I have to get out of here. Do you mind coming to-"

"I'm on my way."

"Thanks."

Fifteen minutes passed and Stiles had called her and told her that he was outside. She hopped out of her window and ran around to the front and got in his Jeep.

"What happened?" He asked, eyes searching her wildly.

"Can I tell you when we get to your house?" she asked tossing her hood on.

He nodded silently and drove off. Occasionally, he would look over to see if had fallen asleep. Every time he looked, he found her staring out of the window.

"Thanks again, Stiles." She said at a stop light.

"No problem." He said, grabbing her hand.

He didn't know what happened but he was going to make sure she was okay and that he did his best to make sure that he didn't see her in this state again, as a friend of course.

When they reached his house, he noticed that she had fallen asleep. He got out of the car and opened her door slowly. She stirred lightly and he picked her up and carried her to his room. He tucked her in left the room. Good thing Dad had to work late tonight.