Charlotte was awoken by the beaming rays of light that was shining brightly onto her face. She wakes up and sighs thinking she'd rather be in bed then actually finish unpacking. She glanced around and saw the few boxes that had things in them that still needed to be taken care of. She slowly climbed out of bed, slipping on her worn out pink slippers, and grabbing her shabby pink and white robe and slipping it on with a shiver. She tied the belt to her robe in a bow and went downstairs to find herself something for breakfast.
She trudged slowly down the stairs; each step creaking underneath her feet. She looked around her living room where boxes of books, photos, and cat figurines that she collected over the years were placed the day before. She glanced around the cluttered room and saw that the shelves that were up that once were her mom's. "Dad must have put them up when I told him I was getting the house," she thought with a yawn as she slowly sat on the couch.
She sighed again, not really wanting to work and finish unpacking. She slowly got off the couch and picked up a box and gingerly took it over to the shelves. One by one she carefully took the newspaper off the cats and placed them in neat rows. A rush of excitement came over her as she looked at her cats. "Perfect!" she exclaimed as she fixed one that was a little out of line.
Once all the cats were on the shelves she scowled as she started to pick up all the newspapers and other stuff that was used for packing. "Man, moving is such a pain," she muttered as she picked up the last of the newspaper. She stuffed the trash into one of the bigger boxes with a huff, "Why won't this all fit?" she barked, ticked that it wouldn't all go in but one way or another it all was going to fit. She kicked the box in anger that it wasn't big enough for all the papers. She raised her foot up and gave the box a sharp kick. "Damn it, I need another box!" she shouted, feeling the blood rush to her face; she huffed and stormed over to where the other box was and snatched it up. Anger shot through her as she shoved the rest of the papers into the almost new box.
Once the boxes were full; she shoved them roughly over to the corner of the room. Her face was flushed and soaked with perspiration. She decided to shove them into the spare room so they'll be out of her way. She rushed her way over to the room and flew it open and forcefully shoved the boxes of papers into the room. She took the other boxes that were empty and shoved them into the room also. Praying that no one would ever go into that room and see boxes upon boxes there.
After the boxes were in the room she closed the door and got disgusted on how dirty the house was. From the dust collecting on the floor to the spider webs in the corners it was a big mess. She roughly got her broom out from the closet and started to sweep the dirt towards the door with a groan since her back was sore from moving the boxes and the hard bed she slept on the night before. Once she got a pile in front of the door she opened the door and swept the dirt back outside where it belonged. She closed the door with a loud thud, "oops, didn't mean to slam it," she chuckled. She slowly lifted the broom to the white ceiling and used the bristle end to clean the spider webs off. She shuttered when she saw a spider run across the edge of the wall. She quickly used the broom and killed the spider. She sighed a happy sigh knowing that one out of who knows how many nasty eight legged freaks was killed.
She finally was done with the living room, so she went to the kitchen to clean up in there. She nodded in happiness that there wasn't much to be done in the kitchen. She swept the floor, cleaned the counters off and cleaned the few spider webs off the ceiling that were there.
After all the cleaning was done she made her way up to her room and made her bed, after she decided to just cleaned the room seeing that it was messy too then she took care of the few clothes she had in the boxes that were in her room. She picked the boxes up and stuck them in the corner of her room, when she dropped them they landed with a loud thud that echoed in the room.
She slowly walked over to the chair that is in the room and gingerly sat down with a sigh and thought, 'cleaning is done, now shower time,' so with that she got up, searched for something decent to wear. After she got an outfit picked out that consisted of a black skirt, pale pink top with matching ribbon for her hair and her black heels she had on the night before, she went to the bathroom with clothes in hand.
She searched the dingy cabinets for her shampoo, conditioner and body wash. Once she found those she got a towel and a wash cloth out and placed them on the counter by the white sink, "what's up with all the damn white in the house?" she asked out loud, not sure on why there was so much white. She slowly made her way over to the shower/tub area with a groan of pain when she bent over a little to start the water and get it to the temperature she liked. She slowly undressed since her back was hurting from all the work. After she took her robe off she slowly stepped into the tub and washed her hair using the shower head. She decided to plug the tub to sit and relax in the nice, warm water to relax her muscles for a while.
After her shower/bath was done she got dressed then made her way down to the kitchen to find herself something to eat. She rummaged through the fridge and decided that just an orange and a cup of coffee sounded good. She made her way over to the coffee maker and started the coffee she then went back to the fridge and grabbed the orange she forgot to grab. "I need to go back to bed if I forget a stupid orange," she softly told herself with a chuckle.
She chuckled at herself as she peeled the orange. She took in a deep breath and enjoyed the smell of the coffee and the orange, the two things that'll always wake her up in the morning. She smiled as she placed the orange on a plate and pulled the pieces apart and put a spoonful of peanut butter on the plate to dip her orange in.
The second she sat down in the comfy kitchen chair the coffee maker whistled indicating that the coffee was done. She quickly got up, went over to the coffee maker, and got herself a cup out of the cabinet and smiled that it was the one her little cousin made when he was four for her, she slowly poured herself a cup of hot coffee to help wake herself up more. She smiled as she took the first sip of coffee; it tasted so good this early in the morning. She sat there at the wood kitchen table as she slowly ate her orange and drank her coffee. Once she was done she got up and quickly washed he plate and cup.
She glanced at the clock and it saw that the time was only seven-thirty am. She decided to stroll across the street to see what Darry and the rest of the gang were up to this morning. She slowly made her way over to the door opening it, and quickly grabbed her keys that hung on a nail by the door.
She slowly stepped out of the door and smiled when she saw that Darry's truck was still in the yard. She locked the door and lightly closed the door with a sigh when she heard Darry yell at Soda and Steve for wrestling in the middle of the living room. She chuckled as she made her way down the front steps and to the gate. She opened the wire gate and stepped out of her front yard. She tried to hide her yawn since she was still a little tired from all the cleaning she did a while ago.
She closed the gate behind her before looking down the street making sure that no cars were coming before she crossed the street. She slowly made her way across the street at the same time Dally came up to her, "hey Char," he greeted with a yawn.
"Morning Dally, didn't sleep well?" she replied trying to hide her yawn also.
"Not really, old man was drunk again, you?" he asked as he opened the gate for her and they both made their way into the front yard.
"My bed and I didn't agree last night, I wanted soft and it wanted to be hard like normal," she replied making him chuckle a little. They both made their way to the front door and Dally was nice enough and opened the door for her, "thanks Dally."
"You're welcome," he replied as they went inside. She sighed at the site of the clothes thrown onto the couch. Soda came running into the room he nodded at the two and continued to look for something.
"What in the world are you looking for Soda?" Charlotte asked as she watched him run back to his room.
"My DX work shirt," he called as he went into the bathroom. She glanced on the couch and picked the shirt up off the floor.
"You mean this one that was on the floor?" she asked with a chuckle. He stopped and grinned when he saw it.
"Yeah that one, the one that likes to hide from me sometimes," he replied with a laugh giving her a wide grin.
"Is it really that or is it that you don't like to take care of it," she replied back with a smile to let him know she was joking. He shook his head as he sat on the couch.
"Morning Char, Morning Dally," the Darry said from the kitchen.
Charlotte slowly made her way to the kitchen, still nervous to be around him after two years of not seeing him, "Morning Darry," she greeted when she saw him sitting at the table.
"How'd you sleep last night?" Darry asked kindly. She softly smiled when they made eye contact.
"Okay, I guess," she replied and he chuckled, "what?" she asked confused on why he was chuckling.
"Nothing Char, what are your plans for the day?" he asked her as he got up and put his coffee cup in the sink with the other dirty dishes from breakfast.
"Probably go job searching, or shopping, not sure," she replied as she watched him go to his room.
"Sounds fun, I gotta work today but afterwards we could hang out for a while if you want," he told her entering the kitchen from his room as he was putting his t-shirt on.
"Sounds good to me Dar, I might go look for paint so I could re-paint some of the white in the house in a different color," she told him and he smiled.
"Well, I have Saturday off, if you need help I'll come over and help you," he told her and she smiled happy at the prospect of spending the entire day with him.
"It's a deal, and I could make the lunch you always liked that I used to make you," she told him and his smile got bigger.
"You mean the pizza you love to make?" he asked and she nodded, "hmm, we really have a deal now." She smiled softly and went to the living room with him and watched them all get ready for either school or work.
"Well, I better head back to the house so I can grab my purse and go do my shopping I have to get done, let me guess you want the usual for the lunch Saturday?" she asked Darry and the rest gave them a confused look.
"Yeah, you know what I like," he told her and she nodded in reply, "well boys hurry up before someone is late." Darry called as he and Charlotte walked out of the door.
"Okay, well, I'll see you later then Dar," she told him softly giving him a smile as Soda and Steve came running out of the door. Pony made his way slowly out of the house and got into the back of the truck. They slowly followed behind not really wanting to leave each other; they have so much to catch up on.
"See you later Char," he called as he got into the truck. She waved as they drove off and she went off to her house.
When she got onto her front porch she heard, "Sorry 'bout last night Char, my dad ticked me off," Dally told her from behind. She turned around and saw him.
"It's okay Dally, and I'm sorry if I sounded rude also," she told him and motioned for him to enter the house if he wanted to. He made his way in and sat on the couch.
"It's okay, not the first time a girl was rude to me," he told her and she chuckled as she sat in the chair.
"Well, I got shopping to do, you're welcome to come with me or stick around here if you want," she told him standing up.
"I'll stick around here, shopping really ain't my thing," he told her and she lightly shook her head, 'what's up with guys not liking to shop much?' she asked herself as she grabbed her purse off the table.
"Okay, if you leave please lock the door," she replied as she opened the door. He nodded and she left, hoping that he'd remember to lock the door if he left the house.
Darry was sitting on the roof of one of the houses he was working on having his lunch. His friend Mike came over and sat with him eating lunch also.
"Whose making you all smiles today?" Mike asked picking on Darry since he hasn't seen Darry smile this much in a while.
"My old high school sweet-heart Charlotte's back in town," Darry replied as he looked into his lunch box and got a pop out.
"Nice, by the look on your face you still like her don't you?" Mike asked and Darry nodded in reply.
"Hey I need help planning a dinner just for her and me for Saturday night," Darry said and Mike smiled in return.
"Okay, what is her favorite type of food?" Mike asked as he got a pencil and a small note pad out of his pocket.
"Last time I knew she loved fried chicken, mash potatoes and corn," Darry replied and watched as Mike wrote the stuff down. By the time lunch break was over Mike and Darry had everything from the food, to music all the way down to what Darry should wear all planned out.
The day went by fast and Darry went home after work and got cleaned up and then went over to Charlotte's house to hang out for a few hours. After they hang out talking and laughing about different things Darry slowly made his way home with a smile on his face since he finally got a little alone time with Charlotte. He went home, went straight to his room, got ready for bed, and slowly drifted asleep.