Part IV
"Sophie!" Charlie called out. She turned around with a surprised expression on her face.
"Charlie? She paused in mid step and looked at him questioningly.
"Umm...I ah...I was just...well we were in there and I uh..." He stuttered. "was just wondering if you needed any help getting your stuff home."
Sophie blinked. This was the most he had ever said to her. And for some reason.... Charlie's attention solely on her, simply made her feel... uneasy.
"Sophie?" He asked unsure of himself when she didn't respond.
"Oh, sorry. Actually I have a van so...all this stuff will fit in there." She said pointing to a beat up old gray van in the lot.
"Oh all right then. Just thought I'd ask." Charlie mumbled. Damn it, ask her something else, he thought inside his head.
"Well...thanks for the offer. See you around Charlie." Sophie said smiling briefly at him.
"Hey wait, Sophie." He called out again.
"Yeah?"
"I hope umm...you...you come into the bar once it's finished." He said awkwardly, stumbling over a few of his words.
"Thanks. I'm sure I will." She said. They stared at each other for a few minutes, and then Sophie smiled and turned away.
Inside the store:
"What the hell is he doing?" Randy muttered.
"I have no idea. Dude's acting like he's got no game."
"Is he stuttering?! He's stuttering! Way to have balls Chuck." Randy snickered.
"Shut up Orton. I think he really likes Sophie."
"Well obviously he likes her Cena. Charlie's usually so self-assured. I don't get why he can't act like that around her....oh man...She's leaving!"
'Run after her!" John called out. "Ugh! Damn it! She's leaving."
"Damn it Haas!" Randy muttered under his breath disappointedly.
Charlie entered the store again with a gloomy expression on his face.
"Dude!" John said as soon as Charlie was within hearing distance. "What the hell was that?"
Randy nodded his head after each syllable that John uttered.
Charlie shook his head and sighed. "Oh man! I just...something about her...I can't even get my words out. You know, it's like I just get all tongue tied and shit."
"Well why? You like her...you need to get up in that piece."
"Yeah! I mean...dude...if you were me...I'd be driving home with her right now." Randy said confidently.
"Yeah I'm sure Orton."
"Serious. I would have come up with any excuse...like let me help you paint...your body."
John raised his brows at that comment. "Right...Randy....you'd have been driving with her to the hospital carrying your own teeth after she laid it on you. Seriously Charlie, you need to be more assertive. More sure of yourself. Or for fucks sake, just talk when you're around her. That'd be a good change."
"I'm trying John. But it's like I can't even get full sentences out."
"Well you need to start. Cause...Sophie's a cute girl. If you don't get on that...I will." John said assuredly.
"What?"
"Hey, I'm not going to lie. I'm a guy too, and Sophie...she's so...I don't know man. She's got that still waters run deep look to her. And did you see how hot she got when she got mad?"
"Well yeah. You wouldn't..." Charlie started.
"Of course not. Bro's before Hoes man...but it still doesn't change the fact that just because I'm not going to try doesn't mean some other dude won't." John said exasperatedly.
Charlie looked aghast at first at this statement, then shook his head and straightened his shoulders. "All right. From now on...No more stuttering. I'm just going to cool with it."
"That's my boy." John hit him squarely on the back and then turned around. "Now let's get this stuff done so we can actually get to work on the bar."
"So what paints you guys?" Randy asked.
Charlie and John turned around and stared at him.
"You help him." They said simultaneously, and then laughed.
"Randy, you're on your own." John said then pulled Charlie with him to look at the other stuff.
"Fine! But don't you complain to me if it's not the right shade of..." Randy started.
"We don't care Randy! Just pick whatever you want and we'll use it. If it was up to me we'd have used the first damn can." John called out.
"The first can? What was in the first can?" He asked running back to the paints. "Hey...I didn't see this...........Guys....this is perfect!"
John looked up as Randy kept talking about how perfect the paint was. "Charlie...tell me again why I asked him to be a part of this?" He said closing his eyes and took a deep breath. "You gotta give me a good reason cause I'm about to lose it."
Charlie laughed and shook his head as he watched Randy throw 8 cans of paint into a cart. "Umm....oh yeah, cause he's one of your best friends."
"Why?! Why did I do that? Why the hell did I become friends with him? Of all the damn people I could have been friends with...."
"Cause I've got style and you don't and cause....I'm taller than you." Randy said smartly as he rolled the cart towards them.
John raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"Cause I'm taller...and I'm hotter...and I'm...."
"Oh God...shut him up shut him up!" Charlie mumbled.
Sorry for the long wait for an update. I've been busy lately. Also...I've been stuck on this story cause I was trying to think of a way to put a Diva into and honestly...I don't think I can without taking a lot of focus out of the bar...which would be stupid cause the whole point of the story is to surround it around the bar. So...although major decisions have not been made yet...I feel as if I ought to warn you guys that I just don't think the Diva storyline is going to work. Please let me know what you think of the story so far!
"Sophie!" Charlie called out. She turned around with a surprised expression on her face.
"Charlie? She paused in mid step and looked at him questioningly.
"Umm...I ah...I was just...well we were in there and I uh..." He stuttered. "was just wondering if you needed any help getting your stuff home."
Sophie blinked. This was the most he had ever said to her. And for some reason.... Charlie's attention solely on her, simply made her feel... uneasy.
"Sophie?" He asked unsure of himself when she didn't respond.
"Oh, sorry. Actually I have a van so...all this stuff will fit in there." She said pointing to a beat up old gray van in the lot.
"Oh all right then. Just thought I'd ask." Charlie mumbled. Damn it, ask her something else, he thought inside his head.
"Well...thanks for the offer. See you around Charlie." Sophie said smiling briefly at him.
"Hey wait, Sophie." He called out again.
"Yeah?"
"I hope umm...you...you come into the bar once it's finished." He said awkwardly, stumbling over a few of his words.
"Thanks. I'm sure I will." She said. They stared at each other for a few minutes, and then Sophie smiled and turned away.
Inside the store:
"What the hell is he doing?" Randy muttered.
"I have no idea. Dude's acting like he's got no game."
"Is he stuttering?! He's stuttering! Way to have balls Chuck." Randy snickered.
"Shut up Orton. I think he really likes Sophie."
"Well obviously he likes her Cena. Charlie's usually so self-assured. I don't get why he can't act like that around her....oh man...She's leaving!"
'Run after her!" John called out. "Ugh! Damn it! She's leaving."
"Damn it Haas!" Randy muttered under his breath disappointedly.
Charlie entered the store again with a gloomy expression on his face.
"Dude!" John said as soon as Charlie was within hearing distance. "What the hell was that?"
Randy nodded his head after each syllable that John uttered.
Charlie shook his head and sighed. "Oh man! I just...something about her...I can't even get my words out. You know, it's like I just get all tongue tied and shit."
"Well why? You like her...you need to get up in that piece."
"Yeah! I mean...dude...if you were me...I'd be driving home with her right now." Randy said confidently.
"Yeah I'm sure Orton."
"Serious. I would have come up with any excuse...like let me help you paint...your body."
John raised his brows at that comment. "Right...Randy....you'd have been driving with her to the hospital carrying your own teeth after she laid it on you. Seriously Charlie, you need to be more assertive. More sure of yourself. Or for fucks sake, just talk when you're around her. That'd be a good change."
"I'm trying John. But it's like I can't even get full sentences out."
"Well you need to start. Cause...Sophie's a cute girl. If you don't get on that...I will." John said assuredly.
"What?"
"Hey, I'm not going to lie. I'm a guy too, and Sophie...she's so...I don't know man. She's got that still waters run deep look to her. And did you see how hot she got when she got mad?"
"Well yeah. You wouldn't..." Charlie started.
"Of course not. Bro's before Hoes man...but it still doesn't change the fact that just because I'm not going to try doesn't mean some other dude won't." John said exasperatedly.
Charlie looked aghast at first at this statement, then shook his head and straightened his shoulders. "All right. From now on...No more stuttering. I'm just going to cool with it."
"That's my boy." John hit him squarely on the back and then turned around. "Now let's get this stuff done so we can actually get to work on the bar."
"So what paints you guys?" Randy asked.
Charlie and John turned around and stared at him.
"You help him." They said simultaneously, and then laughed.
"Randy, you're on your own." John said then pulled Charlie with him to look at the other stuff.
"Fine! But don't you complain to me if it's not the right shade of..." Randy started.
"We don't care Randy! Just pick whatever you want and we'll use it. If it was up to me we'd have used the first damn can." John called out.
"The first can? What was in the first can?" He asked running back to the paints. "Hey...I didn't see this...........Guys....this is perfect!"
John looked up as Randy kept talking about how perfect the paint was. "Charlie...tell me again why I asked him to be a part of this?" He said closing his eyes and took a deep breath. "You gotta give me a good reason cause I'm about to lose it."
Charlie laughed and shook his head as he watched Randy throw 8 cans of paint into a cart. "Umm....oh yeah, cause he's one of your best friends."
"Why?! Why did I do that? Why the hell did I become friends with him? Of all the damn people I could have been friends with...."
"Cause I've got style and you don't and cause....I'm taller than you." Randy said smartly as he rolled the cart towards them.
John raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"Cause I'm taller...and I'm hotter...and I'm...."
"Oh God...shut him up shut him up!" Charlie mumbled.
Sorry for the long wait for an update. I've been busy lately. Also...I've been stuck on this story cause I was trying to think of a way to put a Diva into and honestly...I don't think I can without taking a lot of focus out of the bar...which would be stupid cause the whole point of the story is to surround it around the bar. So...although major decisions have not been made yet...I feel as if I ought to warn you guys that I just don't think the Diva storyline is going to work. Please let me know what you think of the story so far!
