Ooooh what is that drink in the bottom right hand corner? It looks yum!
Leo Distraction, stop encouraging the basketball fangirls with your smile!
(Source: noteverlarking, via leo--mcbride-deactivated2012042)
Corridor Of Uncertainty: charlotte-haig: Charlotte made a face at him as he poked her. “You...
Charlotte made a face at him as he poked her. “You don’t remember the sex?” she deadpanned. Her gaze met the younger boy’s, “We got back here and you…” Her face fell in fake disappointment. “But we, I mean we…for hours. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for. I mean…
Charlotte simply laughed, reaching out to mess up his hair a little bit. Brady was cute in that, little boy kind of way. Sure he’d grown up some in the past year or so, but she would always remember him as the kid being dragged around by Rebekah Martin at the Goldsworthy’s family gatherings. Bek and Brady had always reminded her of herself and Julian. Maybe that’s why she felt so comforted by the younger boy’s prescence now. It felt safe.
“Serious? C’mon” Charlotte said resting her head on his shoulder lightly. “Believe me, if we’d had sex, you would remember it, Brady.” she said lightly, giving him some more shit. “Besides, I’ve known you since you were like… 5.” she said with a grin.
She sat up, slowly making her way to the edge of the bed and standing up, holding out her hand. “You were not weepy or clingy. Though I think the rest of the school probably thinks we hooked up, I half carried you to the safe ride” she added with a laugh. “C’mon. Let me make you breakfast, I’ll even add in extra bacon for you” She laughed at his wounded expression. “I promise to close all the light out of the kitchen!”
Corridor Of Uncertainty: charlotte-haig: Charlotte’s attempts at feigning sleep were pretty...
Charlotte’s attempts at feigning sleep were pretty much done at the point she felt him also jump, her eyes flickered open just in time to see Brady fall out of her bed. She couldn’t contain her laughter, as she brought her knees up to her chest, rolling around on the sheets,…
Charlotte made a face at him as he poked her. “You don’t remember the sex?” she deadpanned. Her gaze met the younger boy’s, “We got back here and you…” Her face fell in fake disappointment. “But we, I mean we…for hours. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for. I mean not that I’ve had much to compare it to, but all I have to say is - Rory who?” she declared, grinning at him.
Charlotte glanced away, hiding her smile; but she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it up, and the giggles finally took over. She looked back at him, as the realisation dawned on him, that she was being a pain in the ass. “I’m joking!” she admitted, leaning back against the headboard beside him.
“You basically passed out as soon as you hit the pillow and I had to take off your shoes and socks” She made a face. “Why are guys socks always so gross?” Her shoulder touched his, and she looked over at him. “Tequila worm hangovers are the worst, but hey – at least you can say you conquered a fear” she said with a smile. “….and because you were such great company last night I might even cook you breakfast” she added.
She met his eyes, and grinned at his hungover expression. “Did you at least have fun?” she asked curiously. She hoped he had, there was nothing worse than a hangover that wasn’t at least well deserved. “You’re actually a pretty cool drunk, Brady”
Shades of Red.: charlotte-haig: How would you feel if Julian went to a party you were...
How would you feel if Julian went to a party you were essentially banned from hours after pouring your heart out about how you were afraid of losing your best friend? You can’t lose something you already lost, I guess.
Wow okay Bek. There is so much wrong with that…
You say it’s about loyalty and then you go and say that you have no problems with him being friends with Nate. You are so confusing Bek. See the thing is, as friends; we can’t stop anyone from changing. If somebody is a collision course for jockdom, or for stardom or for jackass’ness. We can’t physically stop it. We’re all going to change. The only thing we can do, is be there to support each other - and the decisions we’re going to make.
You love Brady. For all the reasons you listed. But the thing is - him going to that party last night had nothing to do with you and nothing to do with being a stupid meathead jock. Maybe he was just bored? Maybe he just wanted to have a little bit of fun. Maybe it was just spontaneous. Maybe he didn’t sit there and go “But hang on. What would Bek think of me if I go to this party?” You guys are friends, but all of his decisions aren’t going to be about you! He’s his own person, and you shouldn’t take offence. If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t exhibit any meathead behaviour. I’m pretty sure I was the only person he spoke to the entire night. Brady’s a good guy Bek. You should have more faith in your friend.
Corridor Of Uncertainty: Charlotte and Brady ; that evil worm.
Charlotte sleepily rolled over in the bed, brushing against a warm body and thinking nothing of it. Years spent sharing a bed, meant she was no stranger to spooning or cuddling. She didn’t even register or contemplate opening her eyes. Her brain wasn’t quite caught up to her…
Charlotte’s attempts at feigning sleep were pretty much done at the point she felt him also jump, her eyes flickered open just in time to see Brady fall out of her bed. She couldn’t contain her laughter, as she brought her knees up to her chest, rolling around on the sheets, as her dark hair fell over her face. She heard his muttered words and slowly her laughter subsided as she crept over to the edge of the bed, to look down at him. “Morning” she quipped, smiling as she watched him squint into the sunlight. “I think fucking aye is an understatement”
She slowly stood up, moving to her window to pull the curtains across; cloaking the room in darkness once more. “Am I really that much of a scary sight to wake up to?” she teased, sinking back onto the edge of her bed, and offering him her hand to help him up. “I feel like I should be offended. What about last night? All the beautiful things you said to me?” she continued to tease the poor guy. Not knowing how much he remembered. She bit down on her lip, in mock pain.
“Did it mean nothing to you?” she asked, her green eyes intent on studying his face. Charlotte was in a surprisingly good mood. She figured she’d make a greasy breakfast, and get something for her headache. There was nothing wrong with a little shit stirring before breakfast though.
How would you feel if Julian went to a party you were essentially banned from hours after pouring your heart out about how you were afraid of losing your best friend? You can’t lose something you already lost, I guess.
Wow okay Bek. There is so much wrong with that statement that I don’t even know where to start.
I guess I would feel like I haven’t got any rights to an opinion since Julian Goldsworthy isn’t talking to me at the moment but thanks, for reminding me of our fight. How does Brady going to a party make him any less of your best friend exactly? Is he just supposed to sit at home? Brady is allowed to have other friends. Even as best friends, Julian and I disagreed on certain people. That doesn’t mean Brady loves you less, it just means he’s expanding his friendship circle. Just because you and Nate can’t get along, doesn’t mean that Brady can’t try and get along with Nate. You’re not losing him because he went to a party. Lots of people were at the party Bek.
It’s Brady. He’s your best friend. But you might want to loosen those apron strings sometime soon - or you just might lose him.
(Source: charlotte-haig, via cutestmartin)
Babysitting Brady Ashoona, post tequila worm. :)
Just peachy. I’m thrilled my best friend went to that party and had such a good time.
He’s not allowed to go to a party?
He can do whatever he wants.
Then why do you seem so mad about it? He’s fine. Really.
(Source: charlotte-haig, via cutestmartin)
Charlotte and Brady ; that evil worm.
Charlotte sleepily rolled over in the bed, brushing against a warm body and thinking nothing of it. Years spent sharing a bed, meant she was no stranger to spooning or cuddling. She didn’t even register or contemplate opening her eyes. Her brain wasn’t quite caught up to her body yet. There was a dull thud in her head, and she knew the second she did, she would have a hangover. Sleep was definitely the better option.
Nate’s party had been interesting, to say the least. Teenagers and drinking nearly always led to trouble – but somehow Charlotte had found herself spending most of her time, with Brady. The two of them had bonded over the lack of fun they were having and managed to make some of their own. She’d coached him on the joys of grade 9 girls – and even saved him at one point by pretending to be interested. Then there was his little crush on Aubrey, which Charlotte found adorable. She’d even convinced him to try out for the play. He’d been someone to talk to about Julian, and Rory… and the mess she’d made of their friendship. Towards the end, it had gotten rather messy – but that’s what she should have expected after making him eat the god awful worm in the tequila bottle. She vaguely recalled half carrying the soccer player out to the safe ride car and assuring him that she wouldn’t drop him at his house. Her parents were in New York still visiting Mason and the new baby, so it was safer to go to hers. There would be no lectures. Just a safe place to crash.
Brady Ashoona was definitely entertaining when he was wasted. He’d kept her in stitches, doing impersonations and what not, and rambling drunkenly of everything and anything. He’d passed out in her bed, and she’d been unable to move him; so instead she’d simply taken off his shoes, and tucked him in. Her own alcohol had kicked in by this point, and she passed out beside him, watching old reruns of The Big Bang Theory.
Brady. Her eyes flickered painfully open, and she realized who in fact she was spooning. Gently she tried to move her arm out from underneath him. Too late, he was waking up. Charlotte made a face, and decided to avoid the awkward, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep again, against his shoulder. Oops.
Babysitting Brady Ashoona, post tequila worm. :)
Oh so much fun! :P
I officially don’t want to know about last night.
What? No. He was fine? It was just a bit of fun Bek. Everything okay?
Just peachy. I’m thrilled my best friend went to that party and had such a good time.
He’s not allowed to go to a party?
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