Charlotte "Charlie" Duncan (headntheclouds) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2017-01-15 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, charlotte duncan, hayden hollister |
WHO: Charlie and Hayden
WHEN: Backdated to the night of the GB post
WHERE: Hayden's room.
WHAT: Charlie needs to get some things off her chest. Little does she know, Hayden already knows.
RATING: I don't know. Should be fairly easy unless they start ripping each other's clothing off LOL
Charlie sat, staring at her computer screen, with her mouth agape. She could barely comprehend what was happening. What was she reading? How did GB even know all these things?! Panic had been welling up in her the longer she looked at it, and she couldn't quite wrap her mind around it still. There was no way anyone could know these things. Maddie wouldn't have told. Right? Swallowing the anxiety down, she pushed the laptop away violently. As if it were the machine's fault that all of this was happening. Her mind was spinning with a million thoughts, not to mention a million different emotions. The predominant one, however, was fear. What would Hayden say when he read this? When he found out she'd lied to him? Lied to everyone? He was going to hate her, she was sure of it.
Maybe she could stay away and he'd forget about her.
Immediately, she shoved that thought aside. She really really REALLY liked Hayden. He deserved to know the truth. Maybe he would hate her, but she had to talk to him. She had to explain to him why she had kept it a secret. She had to risk it. He was such a good person, so kind and sweet and fun. Charlie knew he deserved better than her, and what's more, he deserved to know the truth. The lies were eating her up inside anyway, and if she told him before he saw the post...okay no. Hayden didn't live under a rock. He would have seen it by now.
Not caring that she wasn't dressed for cute public eyes, Charlie hurried out of her room and into the cold that would take her to Hayden's. She didn't bother texting him first, even though he very well could have been out. Breathless, she arrived, knocking impatiently. She hadn't even grabbed a coat, so her cheeks were pink from the cold and running and she was sure her hair looked a mess. The thin white long sleeved shirt and patterned leggings hadn't nearly been enough to keep her warm, but. Oh well. This couldn't wait.