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VI: The Fall & Memories.

Graduation was almost here and it's what many including Charlotte anticipated the most about Summer even being so close by. It guaranteed alas her freedom from the hell known as highschool and the possibility to move away from home. Ever since the incident with her, Jonathan and Hayden - Charlotte's parents no longer moved out for business trips instead convinced one another to take a small vacation for the sake of 'relaxation'. In other words, to keep their eyes on her seeing as they made it clear that she cannot be trusted. Her parents were informed by the Principal of the school as to what happened between Jonathan and Hayden and the only way her name came into conversation is that according to the Big Brother figure; the incident started because Charlotte was apparently seeing Jon behind Hayden's back; engaged in a rather scandalous affair.

The back of her legs for almost the entirety of a month were bruised due to her father smacking a ruler a repeated amount of times as a form of punishment for a whole week. The lashes did not only come by themselves but also with crude words spat by her own mother as she stood and watched it happen. Charlotte never winced with the beating; never did she even shed a tear. She felt herself grow all the more cold if anything. And although they tried so hard to keep her away from the Garden for the fruit was not far from the tree - Charlotte didn't allow for that to happen.

"How ya legs feeling Charlie?"

His hands took hold of her leg and she would only shrug her shoulders staring into those piercing blue eyes of Jon whom oddly enough sent a reassuring chill down her spine effortlessly. The attempts to keep the two separated only made them stronger - a cliché of course but it was proved right. Whenever their schedules allowed them to see one another they would with no hesitation do so. After school became rides that would lead them into the woods where they would just talk or embrace the sound of silence. Rides that would lead them to Cody's gym where she would watch some of the others in training seeing as Jon would never let her watch him wrestle for that matter.

Their bond was undoubtedly shaken due to the consequences and variations of their life but the two; not just one, would put in effort for the sake of maintaining this friendship. Jon was the reason as to why Charlotte never shed a sad tear in her life again and Charlotte was the reason why Jon had no problem waking up in the morning for he had that beautiful face of hers to meet in the morning along with a wrestling ring in the afternoon. Jon only found himself all the more proud of her - she became tougher than she was then - past the nails and into full fledges titanium. She was able to defend herself to the point it drove the little shit that Hayden was away. He couldn't control her as he did then and of course he didn't even want to bother with a 'bitch' whom was 'trash' in a bedroom as as a 'girlfriend'.

Something of course that drove her parents mad because their ties to Hayden's family are now shook seeing as they can't stop bashing Charlotte with their own set of colourful words.

Jon whom held Charlotte's legs in his hands as a day before graduation the two found themselves excited, beaming in pure happiness in Cody's gym before it was opened for the public eye to come in and do their thing. Her skin felt like velvet and the peach fuzz on her cheeks came into his mind. His eyes deepened as he stared at the rather faded black and blues on her legs and sucked his teeth. Her beautiful flesh tarnished by unnecessary beatings from the people whom claim to unconditionally love her. His focus from her legs then worked its way up to her eyes and he found himself inwardly sighing in relief.

He was oddly protective of her - rabid. And because of that the once loved face of the inferno known as school now became the source of rumours. No one cared about their own lives but tried to invest themselves into that of Jon and Charlotte. Because of her association with Jon that she no longer made discrete - she became a prominent source for attacks and of course Jon would be there to handle whomever dared to hurt her. However the once quiet voice of Charlotte became known as she never censored herself and of course sometimes Jon had nothing to do but simply laugh to his hearts content. He found her all the more radiant now seeing as she's more herself. Still the reserved, cold-shoulder he's known her to be but all the more honest to herself and those in her surroundings.

"They aren't as bad now... My parents are most likely turn them blue again once I get back home. If it's not slander, its physicality. I think I've grown numb to it by now." She sheepishly admitted as she stretched her arms up towards the ceiling. Lightly, Jon then began to massage her tender flesh and although she winced he knew she didn't mind. "Please tell me you got something nicer to say than I do... Its been a long day for me." He was her source of comfort as she was to him and Jon didn't mind it for they both acknowledged it. They were friends with the odd relationship of loyal dog and owner. He realized he was the rabid stray dog that found a home alas.

"...It actually regards this..." Although he was excited, he felt nervous giving her this big revelation.

"Spill it." He loved her eagerness.

"Cody said once I turn eighteen I can start wrestling for the Heartland Association. Also he's giving me a promotion once we graduate as his assistant in the gym. So ya know, I don't need to get dirty money anymore. I can do my own thing. The right way ya know?" Jon cleared his throat as he was unsure he wanted to look at her facial expression but instead found himself with wide eyes at feeling the familiar frame pressed against his own and with no hesitation he eloped her into his arms as he made sure to hold her close to him. Digging his face into the nape of her neck that was covered by her blond tresses. He laughed as he heard her muffled squeals of excitement, his hand glided up the back of her neck as she slightly pushed him away as then their faces were now facing one another.

Those beaming pearly whites wild him and her she stood blush lips parted to reveal a smile that illuminated even the darkest corners of his heart. Charlotte found herself remembering that grin Jon bore on his face and even the raspy sound of his laugh and loved it. She felt a knot form in her throat but her voice pushed past it.

"I am so fucking happy for you Jon, oh my god this is great!"

Jon with a free-hand rubbed the back of his head. "I-I mean it isn't as big as you being accepted to NYU but yeah man. I'm going to make something out of myself. Tired of this petty life."

Charlotte nodded her head. "Jon, shut up. This is just as big as me being accepted to a damn school. This is all you love - pro-wrestling and your hard work is paying off," She paused as her hands slowly took hold his and she gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Charlie..." He found himself at a loss for words as he felt a smooth, ardent texture press itself onto his forehead. He closed his eyes, absorbing the feeling of her lips on his skin. The hand that was behind his head would cup her cheek as his thumb grazed her peach fuzz and the tingly sensation made him smile all the more. "I am so proud of you Jon..." She whispered to him - smiling at the expression of sheer solace on his features.

Jon never heard those words in his life. Ever.

He opened his eyes to meet her lips and he fought the urge inside of him to devour those pink delicacies. He grew hungry at the sight of them and how they curved when she smiled but he tamed himself. He didn't want to jeopardize a damn thing - regardless of them from time to time even holding one another in the back of his red pick-up truck or how they'll cover the spacing of their fingers with one another's - it didn't mean this was no friendship. They just oddly enough needed one another for they are one in the same with a different name and life game.

"We need to come up with a name for you." Jon pulled away.

"Yeah you're right." He answered as he placed his hands underneath his chin. "I want it to be close to home. Me ya know?"

"Moxie..." Were Charlotte's first words as her eyebrows furrowed and her left temple throbbed. Something he noted of her whenever she engaged in deep thought.

"Don't fret it Princess. Ya probably gonna come up with something real cheesy."

"Shut up and lemme think will ya?" He obeyed and she then gasped aloud as she pressed her index finger on his nose. He stared down at it and back at her.

"Jon Moxley." He felt exposed hearing that name.

"Wait what?"

"Moxie means courage or determination ya know. Or it also stands for the need to be active." Jon stared at her with awe before he cleared his throat - not wanting to overwhelm her with his emotions. He was always so forward when it came to feelings. Too strong. He loved too much and hated just has much.

"Where the hell did you get that name from?"

"Moxie was a drink in the '30s I believe. Don't ask questions." She laughed as he tapped his chin. "Jon Moxley. I like it." Her excitement wasn't discrete as Charlotte clapped her hands in excitement. She pushed herself off the ground before she pretended to hold a microphone in her hands.

"From Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 225 pounds, Jon Moxley!"

She then proceeded to roar as though she was the audience. Jon stood up on his feet before he would take hold of Charlotte whom quickly began to flail as she felt herself being picked up and slung over his shoulder. "Shh. You're my championship belt babe. Deal with it." Babe. She stared at his face, hearing those words as she then with little hesitation pressed her lips against the corner of her lips. From the lack of space she could smell his natural essence in all and found herself wanting to writhe in pleasure from it. Jon whom was once pacing around would pause as he glanced to her - grinning like the mad man she finds her heart rushing for by passing days. He licked the corner of his lips and he made this sound that gave her the impression he loved the taste.

Past graduation and Charlotte realized she would have the summer before parting ways with Jon for who knows how long. She didn't like the idea of it and let alone she hasn't even seen him wrestle and most likely won't for he's so anal on not showing her a damn thing of his performing skills. That's all the two did in the summer - they spent it together by hidden gem of lakes that nobody went to and with Cody Hawk whom has taken a strong liking to Charlotte. The two always even exchanged numbers and would even talk on a regular basis simply because Charlotte was interested in being kept updated with Jon and his performance.

Cody always spoke highly of him and she loved him for it. Nobody ever speaks about Jon like he does. Nobody ever has good things to say about him but Cody couldn't shut up about how much of a natural Jonathan was in the ring. Cody even praised her for the 'excellent' name she came up for Jon for he believed it fit just like a glove. This summer she would admit was the best summer of her life. It resulted in a darker skin colouring and in company of her favourite person in this world - Jonathan Good.

However, all good things never failed at coming to an end as Charlotte whom was placing bags into the trunk of the car that was suppose to get her from Cleveland, Ohio - her home to the infamous big red apple known as New York City. Her parents gave up their efforts to even keep Jon away from Charlotte. Although they didn't approve at all and made sure their disdain for Jon was evident - they knew Charlotte would go out her way to keep her pet around. The two whom she already said her peace to would simply pat her head before she would walk back to Jon whom was by side her car with hands shoved into his denim jeans. She was kind of dreading this day to come seeing as this is the reason she'll no longer be by side the man she found herself completely invested in. As a friend. But Charlotte acknowledged that these sentiments couldn't possibly just be friendship. She didn't know what it was.

Love? She never loved anything. Nobody. Unconditionally yes, but love on her own will from a build up of emotions? No.

Jonathan on the other hand found himself feeling rather anxious seeing her come with the last box meaning to be placed in the trunk of her car. In his pockets, his fingers dangled in between them an object he found himself working hard to gain in the summer. He knew he had to give her a parting gift. Something to remember him by for flowers or anything he regarded idiotic and shit wouldn't represent how he even feels towards her.

He felt foolish for admitting to himself that he most likely is in love with this woman. As said before when he loves - he loves hard and Jon wasn't exactly the type to love. Women were deemed as trash to him for they were simple fucks. Hell, even while being friends with Charlotte - she's witnessed him drop off random strangers a few blocks away from her home before picking her up. She was familiarized with the odd scent of other females and their rather repulsive scents.

None of them ever smelled good. None of them were warm. None of them were Charlotte and that is why he did it for if he had Charlotte he'll probably ruin her. He had the tendency of destroying all things that are within his vicinity. Self-destructive and crazed that he is.

He felt the material slip through his fingers as he shuffled his feet from hearing Charlotte sigh in relief as she plopped the smallest box into her car. She didn't want his help with packing or getting ready. She made sure to tell him that right after graduation and so he stood at the sidelines like a fool waiting for her to be done. If he had done it - it would've been done in no time and she'll have a great amount of energy for the drive out.

"That's about the last of it." Jon picked his head up at hearing her rather weary voice as he took a good look into the rather overstuffed trunk and shook his head. "Shit, Charlie don't get me wrong but in these regards you are just like every other girl - over packing for what fuckin' reasons. Acting like you ain't coming back home during breaks."

Charlotte leaned onto the car by side him as she dropped her head onto his shoulder. She was home and she nuzzled her cheek onto his bare arms. "Shut up Jon. You never know when I'm going to need it. Besides I even have my journals there for the sake of recalling good ol' times."

"You're taking the stupid polaroid's you have of us?"

"They aren't stupid but yes. Besides I think your facial expressions in them make you rather dashing don't ya think?" Charlotte looked up at Jon whom only made a sour face. Her laughter became a sweet melody to his ears along the sound of her thuds along with the sound of her heartbeat whenever he rested his head against her chest. "I love these pictures of us ya know. They are beautiful memories for me. Things I promise to you right now I'll never forget." Jon groaned at hearing these words come from her lips and found himself in a maddening fashion combing through his hair with a free hand.

"Shit Princess at least let me take you over there to New York. I don't give a fuck about the drive."

"No Jon you have to stay here – I know you're having a match in the gym come up and I just don't want to get in the way of that. Please, we already talked about this… Don't make this harder for me okay?" Again, he obeyed. Defeated – he sighed as he dug once more into his pocket and quickly took hold of her hand. Charlotte felt heated at his touch but with curiosity stared at him as he then took hold of her ring finger and slipped a silver band on it. A ring with discrete crystalline etchings that read Charlie. She raised her hand up to her face as Jon took a step back and looked away, unsure if he could handle the reaction she is to give him. She felt the acidic familiarity of tears well up in the bags of her eyes as she began to sob – finding the simplicity of the ring to be one of the most beautiful things she ever rested here eyes on.

"Jon what the fuck…" She began to laugh as she kissed the ring gently before her hand was taken into his and he did the same. "You're a fucking idiot. You're supposed to save your money up!"

"I know you have money out the ass and could afford something way better but think of it as a parting gift ya know. While you're away I'll make sure you hear my name all over the dirt sheets and in the indie circle before I make it big on television and I'll come find you and make you mine this time around…" Charlotte felt a knot grow in her stomach as she absorbed the words and digested them. It gave her an emotional heart burn before she would only shake her head at seeing Jon only shed a single tear through his grin. He was hurting, she was sure of that. Charlotte stood before him as she cupped his face into her hands and before Jon could even react and she could make herself sane before the actions she was going to take – she closed the spacing between their faces as she allowed her lips to consume his own.

She felt him stiffen at her touch and she would stare into his wild eyes for a mild second before she closed them and Jon would wrap his arms around her frame pulling her close to his own body. The tension that was built up for almost a years worth of their life would suddenly be released as his fingers dug themselves into her cranium. Taking in a handful of her hair and she combed her fingers through his rustic tendrils. He felt her quiver at her touch and he could tell from her actions that this was something she's been wanting for such a long time. Charlotte buckled against Jon whom only kept a good hold onto her – not wanting to let go not even for a single second.

But Jon was surprised by her action, he was overwhelmed at feeling her tongue massage his bottom lip and he granted her access for her to toy with his tongue. She suckled against it before her breathing grew heavier by passing seconds. Jon could only do the same, groan in pleasure as then he felt her attempt to push him away but he only shook his head and spoke words against her lips.

"No… You don't know for how long I've died thinking about this…" This breathed a new essence of life through his veins and he was certain she felt the same. Charlotte however shook her head against his as she then pulled away from his lips. They tasted like big red gum and Malboro gold cigarettes – he smelled like old spice, sweat and the sweet nicotine and she had no problem with this. She loved how organic he felt to her. How for once she kissed someone she didn't feel like a beauty in the dirt. She was happy for once, in fever instead of cold, in paradise instead of Tartarus.

Charlotte chuckled as she nuzzled her nose against his and could feel his heavy breaths breathe life into her as though he was God and she was Eve. "Fuck…" She muttered as she bit her bottom lip and Jon only pressed his forehead roughly against hers. He only laughed as his fingers stroked her facial features before he one more leaned in and kissed her in this ardent summer day. "Shit Charlie, didn't you grow a pair. If you wanted me so bad you should've fuckin' asked." Charlotte only rolled her eyes at his comment however found herself silenced as he swallowed her lips once more. Jonathan Good reminded her of some primal creature in the jungle. A lion whom finally found his lioness and now they can be kings and queens of the world they found themselves in. He was vivacious with the way he would kiss her and oddly enough it felt tender. It brought peace.

"I've been wanting that since the day I woke up in your place and you took care of me. Since I saw you shake at the thud of ever thunder that boomed and made you shit yourself." His word choice was interestingly enough effective.

"Jon… I am going to miss you so much…" She whispered to him and the once light feeling became heavy as Jon only took her into his arms once more. He held her as though it would be the last time he would ever even hear from her as did she. She cleared her throat hoping to stop the tears from slipping out her eyes but failed miserably as she clung onto him sobbing like a mad woman.

"I'll be back and I'll be yours. Only yours okay?"

"I'll fuck, feed, and treat you right Princess. Guarantee it." She smiled at feeling his lips trail all over her face and that was the feeling that stuck to her as she drove down the highway thinking about the moment she just shared with Jon. She remembered the days, weeks and months spent alongside him. She thought about him all the way. She sighed in happiness as she couldn't wait to get to New York City and call him and let him know she got there safe. She touched her lips, taking one hand away from the steering wheel as she no longer shed tears. She stared down at her silver ring that she thought to herself to be some sort of sick promise ring that she didn't mind. She could feel to the bone how he slipped that ring onto her hands. She loved the feeling so.

She missed him already so.

Jon on the other hand went back to Cody Hawk whom beamed proudly of him for finally somehow someway being able to give the girl Cody was convinced Jon loved a memorial to get him by. Jon didn't fail in sharing what happened and Cody would only laugh – telling Jon how Charlotte has bigger balls than him for she was the one that initiated the kiss. Jon only smiled as he stared down at the note in his hands. Remember I told you my family has ties with the McMahons? Well, I got you a number of a guy that works in Talents Relation. Give him a call when you think you're ready. I'll put in a good word for you.

Charlotte knew that number would be the opportunity for Jon to achieve his long term dream but was sure to warn him. She had a lot of processing through her mind. Jonathan Good, New York City, her parents whom claimed that they were going to the City seeing as they wanted to be close to the McMahon's again. Things that were beautiful and distressing. For a mild second she felt her eyes growing heavy at the image and thought of kissing Jon as she bit her bottom lip however was snapped back to reality with wide eyes as the one second she didn't pay attention to the road she stared at two headlights of a trunk coming her way. At impact that she braced she found herself only thinking about one thing and one thing only. Jonathan Good and how the memory of him seeped right out of her.