ella robinson knows her comeback's (achallenge) wrote in repose,
leo/charlie - exploring
Charlie was glad that her wiccan Halloween special hadn’t caused Leo to shut her out completely. There was still time, of course, and maybe this whole hang out thing was a lure towards her inevitable doom. Maybe he’d duped her into trusting him only to completely fuck her over and turn her into... who even knows nowadays. But, Charlie trusted Leo, for whatever that meant, and she thought that at least if she’d get murdered, she’d hope to be the subject of a true crime podcast. Macabre, sure, but that sort of darkness had bubbled under the cheerleader persona for years.
She typed up a quick post on the forums, reaching out to those like her in hope that they’d help out with a number of things — investigations, interactions with other people, her own sanity. But after that, she’d tucked the phone away and climbed into Leo’s old car and waved her mom goodbye. She almost didn’t believe him, how rich he was. Maybe he was like upper class; people who had more money tended to say they were rich but maybe not Beyoncé rich or whatever. Truthfully, she didn’t care if it was all just some hyperbole. Charlie wanted to spend time with Leo, and going to his dad’s house might let her peek a little more into who he was and what he actually was like.
Charlie didn’t think much about what she was being driven to once they started talking. She clued him in on some of the play gossip — or lack there of — and they made fun of the coworkers that they mutually cared less for. She didn’t even really pay attention to the fact that they’d veered off into a more secluded area beyond a wry comment about how if he kills her, he better make it a good story. No, she felt pretty relaxed and normal until the palatial mansion suddenly loomed overhead. Her mouth gaped as he pressed the buttons connected to the security code. She murmured a holy shit and the curved up the large driveway to the front.
“Holy shit,” she said a little more loudly this time. She tried to close her mouth, but it slacked again as she climbed out of the front seat. Okay, if she was going to get killed by him, at least it would be in a bomb ass place that she could haunt for the rest of her life. She turned back to him, to his shitty sedan, and said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”