About damn time.
Better be Jate.
QUOTE: "I'm sick of this redneck!" -Sayid (according to Giuli, "The Middle Eastern Bro")
-NICE GUYS FINISH LAST-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER FIVE-
She just stood there sort of in shock.
I stopped smiling. I stopped jumping. I probably would have stopped breathing, but my heart was slamming against my ribcage, reminding me I had to.
"What?" she said.
I considered saying "nothing" and leaving it at that, but no. It's about sodding time I said something.
"Claire, I really love you." I said again.
Then she started crying.
"Claire," I said. "what's wrong?"
"No." she said. She kept saying it. "No, no, no, no, no."
Now, you can imagine how this is all making me feel now. Like a pile of dung, pretty much.
"'No' what?" I said.
"I... Charlie, I..." but she couldn't say anything. She was crying too hard.
So I patted her on the back once, then I said, "I'm sorry." And I left.
Seriously. What was I supposed to bloody do?
"Wait!" she yelled after me.
I turned around. She looked so helpless, so alone, just standing there, tears streaming down her face in buckets. I myself felt exactly how she looked, but I wasn't crying. Not yet. It was a matter of time.
"Charlie," she whispered, walking up to me. "I love you, too."
Thursday, 9th October
11:55 am
Right now I'm sitting by Aaron. He's asleep, so I might as well finish up about yesterday...
After she said that (you know, "I love you too") I really couldn't do anything but hug her. So that's all we did, for about five minutes. I was so happy.
Then Sawyer walks by and goes, "God, get a room."
To which I said, "Shove off, hick."
Claire laughed. Sawyer just widened his eyes and left.
"I don't say it enough," said Claire. "but I'm really thankful for all you've done for me, Charlie. I really do love you."
I could only smile. "You're very welcome, Claire."
Then I kissed her.
And I only have one thing to say:
Up yours, Sawyer. Nice guys finish FIRST.
A/N: Awww.
Thanks for reading!
CHAIRE FOREVER!
-WHENICOMEAROUND