AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got the season one box set with my Christmas money, hooray!
So I was watching all good Chaire episodes over (there were a lot more during the first season, by the way, did anyone else notice? BULL SHIT! BRING BACK THE CHAIRE! Excuse my language, sorry) and I got struck with this idea. I'm not telling what it is. You'll figure it out. So let's see where my idea takes us.
QUOTE: "Hey, who's up for a slice of pie?" -My four-year-old cousin Sarah (who, by the way, replaces all her R's with L's, hence, I am "Malea Clistina") at one AM on New Year's
We put the fun in dysfunctional.
AUTHOR'S ADVICE TO THE READER: Don't stop reading, no matter how bad it gets. This is my story and I promise, it will all get better in the end. Just giving you a heads up. It will get ugly around the middle, but it gets better. Trust me.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Lost, which may be good. Imagine if I did. The world would cease to exist as we know it.
But at least it'd be Jate.
-NICE GUYS FINISH LAST-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER FOUR-
Monday, 6th October
6:22 pm
Big mistake.
Can't bear to write it.
Hate myself.
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And since Charlie can't spare to write the gruesome, heartbreaking details, I will.
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"Hey, Claire." said Charlie.
Claire looked up from her book. "Hey." she said.
"Aaron asleep?" said Charlie, sitting down beside her.
"Yeah." she said. "There something you want?"
"No, not really." said Charlie, biting his fingernail. Since he'd stopped using the heroin he'd been extremely fidgety.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, fine." Charlie ripped off a fingernail.
Momentary silence, punctuated by; "I have to tell you something."
"Okay." said Claire, putting down her book and looking at him. She rested her cheek against her fist. "What is it?"
"Claire, I..." Charlie struggled for words. He could feel himself sweating. He probably looked like such an idiot right now.
"You...?" said Claire expectantly.
"I really... I... I-"
"Hey, baby!"
Charlie turned around to see who dared to interrupt his big confession. It was Sawyer.
Sawyer walked up to Claire and put his arm around her waist. He kissed her. "What's up, Chucky?" he said.
Charlie wasn't sure who he wanted dead more, Sawyer or himself.
"Hey, sweetie." said Claire, kissing Sawyer back.
"How's my boy?" said Sawyer, leaning over to look at Aaron, asleep in his cradle.
This can't be happening. This cannot be happening, Charlie tried to convince himself in his mind.
Oh. But it is.
"He's good. He missed his daddy." said Claire.
Charlie's jaw dropped. Oh, no he DIDN'T.
"Well, I'm back now." said Sawyer with a huge, Sawyer-ish, smirky grin that made Charlie want to explode on the spot. Sawyer went over to the cradle and picked Aaron up. "Hey, Aaron. How's my boy?"
Aaron smiled and laughed at Sawyer.
"Why don't we take a walk, honey?" said Sawyer to Claire. "Hey Chuck, you don't mind watching Aaron, do you?"
"No." Charlie whispered through gritted teeth. "I don't mind."
"Well, let's go then!" said Sawyer cheerfully. He put Aaron back in his cradle and took Claire by the hand.
"Nice guys finish last, Charlie." said Sawyer as they walked away.
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Monday, 6th October
7:00 pm
I feel so stupid. I mean, why would a beautiful, smart, funny girl like Claire want a dumb guy like me.
Sawyer's right. I am a rock countdown reject.
Tuesday, 7th October
8:00 am
Don't even feel like getting up. I know I'm going to have to face Claire and Sawyer again. This sucks.
Nice guys finish last
You're running out of gas
Bloody Green Day. I can't even write a sodding song. I'm such a loser.
Tuesday, 7th October
11:30 am
Claire been relatively nice. She politely declined my offer to take care of Aaron while she took a bath. (Don't ask me why I even offered, knowing she's got Sawyer to take care of her.) Said she'd take him. "You do too much for me as it is, Charlie." she said. Oh, you know it.
I tried avoiding Sawyer but he's been okay too. Only called me Potato Head once. Don't ask me where he even got that from. My head does not look like a potato.
Or maybe it does. That would explain why Claire hates me.
Wednesday, 8th October
12:00 pm
Bloody hell.
I am such an idiot.
Claire asked me to watch Aaron today, just for a few minutes while she went pee. Before I could stop myself, I said, "Why don't you get Sawyer to do it?"
"Sawyer?" she said. "What?"
"Yeah, precious Sawyer. You know. Aaron's daddy." I said.
Then her eyebrows went all close together (it's so cute when she does that) and she goes, "What the hell are you talking about?"
And then, it hit me.
Sawyer doesn't love Claire. Claire barely even talks to Sawyer.
It was one of those sodding hallucinations!
IT WAS A SODDING HALLUCINATION!
I never thought I'd say this, but THANK GOD FOR HEROIN WITHDRAWAL!
I got so excited, I started jumping up and down right there like an idiot and hugging Claire.
And the whole time she's going, "Charlie, what's going on?"
And I just laughed and hugged her and we were both standing there, she was a little bit in shock, I think (so was I, come to think of it), but she was hugging me too, and right then and there I go, "Claire, I really love you."
Which just goes to show you...
I'm still an idiot.
A/N: Poor Charlie, but I promise it gets better again!