Things You Do Out Of Love
Chapter 7: I was a platypus in a past life
Realmi
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Realmi: Yay! Chapter 7! Chapter 7!
Arashi: You need to update more!
Realmi: I'm sorry! Meep! I do have a life outside of fanfiction you know?
Caroline: I don't care, you still need update more regularly.
George: Think of your fans?
Realmi: I have fans?
Arashi: Unbelievable ain't it?
Isabella: Promise to edit this time?
Realmi: Don't make me commit a hate crime!
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Caroline could tell by the line "How much time do you have?" that this was going to be a long but interesting tale. "Oh, I don't know," Caroline said, stretching her arms. "I have enough time I guess." Charli smirked and shifted her position so that she was reclined and still facing Caroline.
"I'll right, it all started out well enough, my mother was a famous dress maker, she had her hand in modeling and acting too, but she was most well known for her lovely dresses. Princess Diana wore one of Mum's dresses for her wedding. But that was long before I was born. Let's see, Mom decided to make me into her perfect image. She made me model baby wear and by the age of three, I was taking acting and vocal lessons."
"At age three?!" Caroline proclaimed. Charli nodded.
"Well, to put it lightly, I was excellent, my mum had me in commercials coming out my ears, also she landed me a role in a sitcom as well. The series ended when I was six, and then she got me a part as one of the Van Trap family children in the Sound of Music. That's when I discovered my favorite form of theatre. Costumes! The costume chair for that musical often let me help out, and most babies get a rattle to play with, well, I got thimbles and thread."
"Wow, that's some life," Caroline sighed, thinking about how different Charli's life was from her own. "How glamorous."
"Glamorous?" Charli laughed. "Far from it, my mum was freakishly rich, and she would spend countless dollars on my lessons and career, but we lived in a three bedroom apartment, and the master bedroom was used as the studio, as well as the kitchen, living room, and sometimes the bathroom." Charli giggled. "Oh we were well to do, but you wouldn't know it, we were also very cheap."
Carolina laughed harder at that and so did Charli. "Well, that's another difference between you and your brother."
"Don't even get me started on how much money he wastes." Charli laughed. "So anyway, when I was merely 12, my mother enrolled me in Suze Arts, which is the sister school of Yaza Arts."
"When you were 12? Jesus, what about your formal education?"
"Oh that? My mum was lazy at everything aside from her work, so she hired tutors for me, also, when she saw fit, she made me balance the books, my math skills improved greatly."
"Holy shit. So not only are you a talented singer, actress, and costume person, but you're also a genius?"
"I wouldn't call me a genius, more like a good head for money figures." Charli smiled, she wasn't being humble when she said she wasn't a genius, she was being honest. She just liked to count money. "Anyway, I was good very good, but I was trained to be that way. I even costumed several musicals and plays, nothing major, but they weren't school related so I was happy. I loved all of it, even the teasing; it made me a stronger person, with a huge complex, but over all stronger." Charli realized she was rambling and continued.
"So anyway, I come home from school one day and I see her there, sprawled out on the floor," Charli said, her eyes going stony. "I called the police, naturally, but what I didn't tell them about was the suicide note, it was addressed to me and no one else, after all."
"Did she blame you?" Caroline asked.
"Far from it, she said she killed herself to teach me a lesson. She said that she forced me into the world that I claimed to love. She wanted me to grow as a person and she felt I couldn't do it because I kept looking up to her. She asked me not to hate her, and I don't, I love her for it and for being so cool. And she was right, I know it's only been a month, but I've discovered that I don't like working so damn hard, I used to love to be busy cause I thought it made my mother happy, but I have discovered that I am lazy, and it's awesome." Charli laughed. "And just between you and me, I don't like making dancing, dancing could die."
Caroline let out a laugh, but then grew serious again, "But don't you miss your mom?"
"Of course, I'd much rather have her here with me, but she did what she felt was right, I don't think any amount of begging would have stopped her," Charli said sighing. Just then, George and Isabella came into the room.
"Charli, you're going to be staying with Isabella for the evening," George said. Charli didn't protest, she liked Isabella.
"I'll go pack," she said.
"No need, everything you could need would be provided for, scoot." Charli could take the hint that George intended to be alone with his girlpet. So she quickly darted from the couch over to Isabella's side. "Good night, darling sister," George said.
"Later, bro."
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"They are dealing with things best left to the Adult Conspiracy," Charli said. Isabella smiled as the two sat down on the rich carpet working on the dress. "First, I'm only supposed to be here for one night, then Caroline runs away from home, then she moves into Arashi's apartment, then in with George, and now George is not letting me back in the house!" Charli was particularly foaming at the mouth.
She was an over emotional 15 year old girl, she had no mother and basically no father. George was a pompous little tart, but he was her family, and that's something she needed right now. Of course, her under developed little mind didn't understand that…. Right now, she was angry that she could go back and get her stuff. "George has his reasons, dear, as weird as they are. More then likely, he doesn't want you to possibly see something a girl your age should see."
"Oh please, I nearly grew up back stage, I've seen everything from heavy petting to sodomy…theatre people are horny."
"A lady should talk like that!" Isabella scolded. Charli stuck out her tongue and tossed Isabella an old copy of Zipper. "Oh my…." Said Isabella, silently blushing. "You do have a point."
"GWA! Why do all of his clothes have to be a pain in the butt to make?" Charli roared, tempted to tear the fabric apart, but then remembered that she wanted to live. Isabella chuckled. "You laugh at my pain, but it's not funny! I'm not even apart of ParaKiss and what's more, I'm over worked as it is with Mr. Evil Incarne Trent!" Charli whined.
"How is Trent, haven't heard you whine about him in awhile."
"Well, he's kinda been keeping his distance every since I punched his light out," Charli said, not bothering to hide the pride in her voice.
I wonder how long he is going to keep that up, Isabella asked herself.
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"So, anyway, Hikaru, the ParaKiss presentation is going to be fantastic! Not only is Caroline beautiful, but George's dress is coming along nicely," Charli said to Hikaru at lunch. The purple haired girl just looked at Charli dreamingly.
I have to stop myself from liking her, one, she's 15 and another she's hopelessly straight! Hikaru thought, but she couldn't help but feel lusty thoughts for her new friend, At least she is unaware of my feelings. Hikaru sighed.
"So, Black, excited about your soon to be failure?" came the snide voice of Trent Falcone.
"Failure?" Charli roared turning around to face him. "Oh, it's going to be failure alright, but not for Paradise Kiss!"
"What can a nancy boy and his freak sister possibly make that will beat Poisoned Embrace's clothing?"
"Something splendiferous!" Charli said. "You just can't beat the Koizumi/Black superior genes!"
"Charli…" Hikaru said warningly, but Charli was not about to back down.
"Superior genes?" Trent said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," Charli said. "Too good for mortal man! We are demi-gods!" Charli said through her hyper induced lips. Trent let out a dry sound that could be considered a laugh in some countries.
"Too good for mortal man, huh? Are you talking about the clothes or the two of you?"
"Both." Charli said confidently. "Don't be jealous, Trent, it's not your fault."
"Charli, Not only are my clothes and talents better then yours, but I am more the worthy of you….wait that didn't come out right!" Trent said, but it was too late .
"OH-HO!" Alright then, if you are so worthy of me…prove it! If you beat Paradise Kiss in the fashion show, I'll date you for a month!" What the Hell!? Charli thought, where did that come from!
"FINE!" Trent said, smirking as he left the two to their lunch. That worked out better then I thought; now all I have to do is win the show!
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Realmi: You all thought I was dead didn't you
Arashi: They could only hope
Realmi: Shut up you, anyway, I *will* update! More often, it's unfair and I can't start a story and then not finish it! Okay!
Arashi: And here I thought I will get a break
George: Please, knowing her she'll stop writing again
