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Not gonna lie. This was adorable.

Teeth

Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Charlie and Y/N have been best friends for ages, meaning they’ve gone all out on Halloween every year. When you decide to go dress up as an iconic movie duo, the evening plays out in ways neither of you expected. Inspired by the song Teeth by 5SOS. The story has no relation to the song in terms of the plot, but it’s still inspired by it.

Warning: 18+ content, smut, sexual acts, alcohol, underage drinking, partying, drunk sex, swearing, friends to lovers

Author’s Note: Charlie and the reader are 18. They’re seniors in high school but have early birthdays, so they’re already 18. This is only my second time writing nsfw content, so I’m a bit nervous to see how it goes and what you guys think about it. I get really anxious when it comes to more mature content bc I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy when browsing my blog. Anyways, all feedback is appreciated! <3

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“Hey Y/N?” I heard Charlie call out from the bathroom. I glanced at my appearance in the mirror, making sure my red wig looked okay.

“What’s up C?” I asked from the other side of the door. I heard his footsteps across the tile before the door swung open.

“I don’t think I can wear this.” His face was filled with worry, his cheeks a shade of scarlet that matched the red of the spiderman suit he was wearing.

“What? Why not?” I shouted.

Charlie avoided eye contact as he moved his hands behind his back. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and bit my lip to keep my jaw from dropping, or preventing any drool from leaving my mouth. I was expecting his muscles to be prominent from the skin tight super hero suit—they were, but his biceps were a distant memory now. You could practically see the outline of his dick through the red and blue spandex.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So what should we do?” I asked.

“You could be Spider-Man and I could be Mary Jane, if that works for you.”

“I mean I guess the suit will fit me, but what about you?” I said, taking off my wig. I grimaced because I’d forgotten that I had bobby pins to secure it in place.

“I can just put on jeans and a sweatshirt. Do you want me to wear the wig, or?” He pointed at the synthetic headpiece I was swinging in circles around my finger.

“Knock yourself out, dork.” I replied, tossing the wig to him. He sent me finger guns before going back into his room to get changed.

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Charlie’s POV

We’d only been at Mike’s party for an hour and I already wanted to leave. All my hockey teammates were drooling over Y/N’s costume. They weren’t wrong, she looked incredible, but as her best friend, I couldn’t stomach the thought of any of these jerks trying to score with her. It’s not like she’d say yes anyway, but it didn’t make hearing their lewd comments any less insufferable.

“I mean damn, look at her a-”

“Finish that sentence and you’ll be finishing the semester in a hospital bed,” I warned Gabe, who was quick to puff out his chest, only to be shut down with Ryan’s hand on his shoulder. “I mean it, and that goes for all of you. I’m not trying to cockblock or anything, I just don’t want to hear my friends talk about people that way.” They all responded with reluctant groans, but knew better than to get into an argument with me about it.

With that sorted out, I went to find my best friend and partner in crime... solving. It was quite a simple task to find the girl, considering nobody else was wearing a full superhero costume. I spotted her in the kitchen, downing a shot of straight vodka, and watched as she waited for someone to finish using the bottle so she could pour herself another one.

“Mind if I join you on this one?” I said as I stood to her left, reaching for one of the shot glasses that, luckily, hadn’t been used yet. She nodded with a cherry lipped smile, her eyes closed in contentment.

The girl held out the bottle to Y/N before her gaze shifted to me, giving me a once over with a lick of her lips.

“Would’ve rather seen you in that costume, Tiger.” She flirted, using the nickname that Mary Jane gives Peter. I smiled to be nice, but Y/N had noticed my discomfort.

“Hey! Thanks for the vodka, but it wasn’t in exchange for my best friend, so please scurry away like your costume implies.” She sassed as she finished filling our shot glasses.

“I’m not a mouse, I’m a cat!” The girl retorted, rolling her eyes. Y/N didn’t seem to care what animal this girl was, instead deciding to lift her glass and tilt it towards her in a ‘cheers’ gesture.

“And I’m the Duke of Wales. Trick or treat, mazel tov, ski-daddle, or what have you.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the comment my best friend made as she waved goodbye to the girl. She nudged my shot glass closer to me, encouraging me to join her, to which I happily raised my glass and clinked it against hers.

I wasn’t sure how many drinks we’d had, but I knew one thing was certain; we were totally fucked up. Y/N and I giggled and leaned on each other as we stumbled our way up the stairs. The crowd downstairs was starting to become overwhelming, so when Y/N grabbed my hand and led me to the sunroom—I had no clue Rachel Stevens had one of those, are her parents royal heirs or something?—we flopped down onto the futon, letting our bodies rest upon one another. We had also smoked a bit, and I could tell the high was kicking in. It’s safe to say we were basically zonked.

“Hey MJ, guess what?” Y/N giggled, her chest heaving with laughter.

“What, Peter Parker?” I joked back, coughing when I took in too big a breath.

“I managed to get some of your brownies.” She replied, chuckles continuing to escape from her throat, along with the occasional hiccup.

“Huh?” I asked lazily. I leaned against her shoulder, feeling her protective hand cradle my head as she played with my hair.

“Get it, because your name is Mary Jane?” She looked at me expectantly. It took a couple seconds to register what she had said, but now I was cackling along with her.

She crawled across the room on her hands and knees over to where we put our jackets when we’d first arrived. As I watched her nearly fall over, my eyes landed on her ass. The thin and stretchy material of the costume was a bit see-through, allowing me to catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a black thong. I let my head fall back onto the closest pillow. I let my eyes flutter shut, but only until Y/N was back with the pot brownies. I must not have heard her coming back because the next thing I knew, Y/N was slapping my chest.

“Wake up, bitch! I got the goods!”

“I’m awake, I was just resting my eyes! Get off me you weirdo.” I sat up, trying to nudge her to the side.

She dramatically fell next to me on the futon, holding up the bag of pot brownies. I gladly took it, taking a square and unwrapping it from the cellophane. Y/N did the same, and before long the baked goods were gone, leaving the two of us... well, baked good.

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At this point, we were completely out of it. I was lying on my stomach while Y/N sat crisscrossed, playing with my hair as I traced the spiderweb pattern on her legs. I felt her undo the braid she had just made with my hair, causing me to tilt my head up to look at my best friend.

“Why’d you stop?” I pouted.

“Because.” She responded, eyes wide as she leaned back, putting the pressure against her hands.

“Because why?” I teased, turning my attention back to tracing the webs on the bodysuit. I felt her leg muscles stiffen when my index finger was just inches away from where her hip met her thigh.

“That’s why.” The nod of her head led my eyes right to where my fingers were dancing across her thigh.

“Oh, sorry. I just figured you wouldn’t have let me draw on your leg in the first place if you were ticklish,” I told Y/N. “I mean hell, I’ve known you for how many years and you never once mentioned that you were ticklish? I feel betrayed and misled.” I grabbed the closest pillow and chucked it at her.

“No, I’m not ticklish! It’s, it’s–”

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Y/N’s POV

“This?” Charlie’s fingers trailed up my thigh antagonizingly slow, sending chills across my body. We’d always been physically affectionate with each other, but Charlie especially.

He’d let me sit on his lap if we were watching a movie, picked me up and spun me when we’d see each other after a long time, and slow danced with me when nobody else would at the semiformal. The last one was more important than it sounded, because we devised a plan where Charlie would grab my ass as we danced in order to make whoever stood me up—in favor of someone else, usually Kathy-Grace Windsor—jealous. Charlie didn’t seem to mind doing the favor for me, but his dates sure did.

“Stooooop,” I swatted at his arm playfully. He took his hand off my thigh. “You’re making me blush.” I told him, putting my hands up to my cheeks, feeling how warm they were.

I then put my hands on either side of Charlie’s face, squishing his cheeks together, poking the lines his smile created. He then took my face in his hands and we fake screamed at each other.

“Sorry, you’re just so cute! BOOP!” He tapped my nose with his index finger. I proceeded to giggle for a bit longer than necessary, before laying face down across Charlie’s lap.

“Hey MJ?”

“Yeah, Peter Parker? Haha, that means your initials are P.P. Damn, poor Peter Parker! Wait, poor Peter Parker... that’s three! P, P, P! Triple pee! Ew, that’s a lot of pee.” His eyes widened, lips parting in shock of the observation.

“Well, I was going to ask if you would trace the web patterns on my back and sing me to sleep, but I guess I have to tell you to shut up instead.” I let out an exaggerated sigh before getting up from the position I was in.

“I don’t wanna trace the webs,” Charlie whined. “That would mean going too long without seeing your face!” He brought out his signature puppy face once again.

“Okay, well what do you wanna do?” I asked, now sitting across from him, the soles of our shoes against one another’s.

“Truth Tiiiime?”

Truth Time is a “game” that Charlie and I made up when we were like, 14. Whenever we got bored at a social function, we’d go in a separate room and just say whatever was on our minds. No matter how crazy, stupid, mean, or embarrassing it was, you had to say what you were thinking. It’s occasionally uneventful, but it’s also how I found out that Charlie’s first kiss was with Bianca Morris, my lab partner for chemistry in sophomore year.

“Alright, Truth Time. As per the rules, the person who suggests playing gets to decide who goes first.” I recite the directions that I jotted down and kept in my pink glow in the dark diary from Claire’s. I still have it on my bookshelf, in case one of us ever gets amnesia and needs to be reminded of the rules.

“You go first, bestie!” Charlie cheered, smiling like he was at a dentist appointment and had actually flossed that day. I patted his head lightly, blowing a few wisps of hair from in front of my face before just tucking the pieces behind my ears.

“Okay... hmm, let’s see. I guess I’ll start with the fact that I have a bit of a headache right now,” I stated calmly. I knew my answer was bland, but it was part of the fun; you start small then try to outdo the other’s response, both with your answer and how you deliver it. “Your turn!” Charlie sat up straighter, clearing his throat and adjusting the neck of his shirt.

“Well my dear bestie, I’m a bit pissed off right now.” He spoke sternly, holding eye contact. I saw one of his eyebrows quirk upwards, even a slight twitch of his upper lip.

“I’m wondering why my friend Charlie is feeling pissed off.” I was genuinely curious, and with the game underway, this was creating some great tension and suspense.

“Oh, you wanna know why, Y/N? I’ll tell you why,” he patted a spot on the floor next to him, beckoning me to come closer, which I followed. I sat down between his legs that were spread apart, placing my legs on top of his. “Because everyone has been saying all this stuff about you since we got here!” He gesticulated with his hands to emphasize his point.

“What do you mean? What are people saying?” I asked, not knowing what anyone could possibly say about me.

“Well a bunch of guys are saying gross shit about wanting to take you home or ‘ay maybe she’ll let me hit it from the back’ and don’t get me started on Gabe–”

“Gabe said something about me? What did he say?”

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Charlie’s POV

I shouldn’t have even mentioned Gabe; I knew that would only lead to another hour long rant about how Y/N’s plan for a perfect senior year involved getting Gabe Rogers to ask her out. I couldn’t stand the guy, but as her best friend, I tried to be supportive. However, with my mind under the influence, I gave into the urge to tell the truth.

“He said ‘I mean damn, look at her ass’ but I had to stop him before he even finished the sentence.” I told her, grimacing. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting only the slightest bit.

“Yikes. You know I never actually liked him in the first place. It was really just me projecting feelings onto someone for the sole purpose of getting crush-y feelings out of my system. That probably made zero sense.” She spoke, her eyes focusing on a random spot on the wall behind me.

“Yeah, and I had to hear him say that about you. Not fun.”

“Oof,” Y/N ran her hands through her hair, letting her gaze settle upon me. “Maybe you should’ve worn the costume. You looked better in it anyways.”

Her attention was back to the spot on the wall, her signature tight-lipped grimace playing on her face. She took a sip of her drink and I copied the action. It wasn’t until I let the alcohol slide down my throat that I had actually processed the words being said, my expression contorting with confusion.

“Wait, what do you mean? You look great!” I told her, gesturing to the suit, letting my eyes travel down her body. It was a bit selfish of me, but I was too inebriated to worry about subtlety.

“I mean you looked so good. You’re usually so confident so it was disappointing that you couldn’t wear it.”

“A- are you trying to tell me that I looked good while my dick was practically out?”

“I mean I wouldn’t put it like that!”

“How would you put it?”

“Can we just go back to playing Truth Time?”

“Sure! Why do you think I looked better in the costume?” I teased with a smirk, knowing she was trying to avoid that exact question.

“Ugh I hate you.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glaring at me.

“Come onnnn! You love me! Ha! You love me! Say it! Say ‘I love Charlie! Ooh, he’s so perfect! I love his silky hair and his spiderman costume even though it looks better on me because my tits are perfect and mwah I love my best friend Charlie!’ Say iiiit!” What the fuck just came out of my mouth? It’s the truth, but I didn’t think I was gonna say it! Shit.

I looked over to Y/N, who was fiddling with a piece of her hair, but had her widened eyes on me with the most obvious blush I’d ever seen. I was dying to know know what was running through her mind at that moment.

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3rd Person POV

Fuck. What the hell? The only things in Y/N’s head were strings of curses and the pressure to say something, anything, to break the tension that had been created. She didn’t realize how dissociated she was until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“You good? Please don’t be having a stroke or something.” Charlie said, searching her eyes for the words she seemingly couldn’t say. Y/N sat up a bit straighter, taking a big sip of her drink.

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking. I’m okay.” She went back to nursing the cup of god knows what. What followed was silence, which between them, was awkward for the first time.

“Oh, that’s it. Okay... um, yeah.” Charlie began, taking a swig of whatever was in his cup. They were far beyond drunk, neither of them even flinched when Y/N laid her head in her best friend’s lap, him playing with her hair—despite the awkward exchange.

“Okay Tooth Time– no, TRUTH Time. I really wanna kiss you right now. No hetero or maybe all the hetero. I don’t know, whatever you think. I mean I’m not sure what you’re into, I know what I’m into but that’s not the point right now. Nothing exists anyway, oh shit i’m toasted.”

“Yeah we are pretty damn toasted. So what movie do you wanna watch when we get– wait,” he paused, looking up at the ceiling in thought. After a couple seconds, Charlie had collected his thoughts... as much as a cross-faded person could. “Did you just say you wanted to kiss me?” The two friends made widened eye contact, their pupils dilated, though neither of them observed that.

“Yeah. I mean we’ve kissed before, maybe not like kiss kissed, but foreheads count. But I wanna like make out with you.” She said, almost nonchalantly, but a few giggles managed to escape her lips.

“I mean okay,” Charlie shrugged. “Friends can platonically make out right?”

“For sure! Friends can definitely make out and you know, some even hook up as long as they say it’s just as friends,” no they can’t. “I mean it’s just helping each other out!” Y/N went on, justifying her and Charlie’s drunk thought process.

Charlie helped Y/N up and just for a moment, they just held each other in an embrace, swaying back and forth. After a few moments of their usual comfortable silence, they broke the hug.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Yes, are you?”

“Yes. We can stop whenever you want, okay?”

“Okay. This won’t... you know, ruin our friendship, will it?”

“I mean we might not even remember it tomorrow, but I’m hoping if it does ruin it, it’s so we can be like a couple or something. But let’s worry about that when we get there.”

“Okay. Now what were you saying about my tits being perfect?” Y/N smirked, raising a brow which caused her and Charlie to burst into laughter. They stepped closer to one another.

Charlie took Y/N’s chin in between his fingers before they closed their eyes and allowed their lips to connect in a casual kiss; you know, as best friends do.

“I mean look at you. I don’t want to sound like the hockey guys, but they are so pretty. You’re so pretty.” Charlie gushed, pushing his forehead against hers.

“You’re a good kisser by the way,” Y/N paused to pat the side of his face. She then grabbed Charlie’s hand, holding it in hers for a second before letting go. “You can touch them you know.”

Charlie responded with an ‘okay’ before cupping one of her boobs and lightly squeezing it. Y/N took charge and reconnected their lips, a small gasp escaping her mouth when Charlie pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth. He used the opportunity to suggest kissing with tongue, which she nonverbally accepted. Their hands lazily roamed each other’s bodies, holding each other as comfortably as all the times before, though not as intimately.

“Do you wanna lie down?” Charlie asked the next time their lips disconnected for air. Y/N nodded and they made their way back to the futon.

Charlie went to lock the door while Y/N tried to undo the zipper from the back of the suit. She only got it a third of the way down before feeling her best friend standing behind her, helping her unzip the costume. She could feel his dick pressing against her through his pants. Letting out a shaky sigh, Y/N stepped out of the costume, crossing her arms over her chest before turning to face Charlie.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Well you haven’t seen my boobs, plus I’m not wearing a bra because it would’ve made the costume look weird.”

“But you chose to wear a black thong?”

“You don’t see me mocking you for wearing boxer briefs with lightning bolts on them, do you?”

“Well now you are!”

“Then we’re even. Now take me on this couch before you ruin the moment.”

Y/N made her way to the futon, sitting down and leaning her back against a pillow. In an instant, Charlie was on his knees in front of you, his strong hands gripping your skin in order to spread your legs apart. She sat up straighter to meet his face, receiving a kiss on the forehead before taking her wrists and placing them next to either side of her head.

“Woah.” Was all Charlie could manage to utter as he gazed upon his best friend’s bare chest for the first time. Y/N kept her hands where they were, but made moose antlers and stuck her tongue out. The girl giggled at his reaction and he couldn’t help but do the same.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, I want to have sex with you. Do you want to have have sex with me?”

“Yes, now please hurry up.”

“Right. On it.” Charlie wrapped his right arm under her back, holding her and meeting her halfway to press a loving kiss to her lips, then slowly kissing down her neck.

After leaving a hickey in the dip of her collarbone, he dipped his head down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it lightly while kneading her other breast in his hand. Y/N quickly grew impatient, despite the little gasps and sighs in response to Charlie exploring her body.

“And before you ask, yes I want to have sex with you. I knew you were going to ask again. I’m also on the pill, but just to be safe, do you have a condom?” Charlie nodded, taking the foil square out of his back pocket before taking of his shirt and jeans. He opened the packet and slid the condom onto his length.

“Sorry, we’re both just super out of it so I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to. I mean we’re both fucked up but at least for me, I’d want to do this even if I was sober.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve wanted to do this in my sober thoughts too. I know it’s the bare minimum to ask for consent, but I think it’s really sweet that you continue to check in with me.” Y/N smiled, holding Charlie’s face in her hands, looking at him as if his eyes held the world and his lips carried the answers to the Earth’s most coveted secrets.

“You are so beautiful, I hope you know that.” Charlie blurted out, staring into Y/N’s eyes with nothing but adoration. He gently pulled the black fabric down her legs, looking up at her with a little smile as he waited for her to give him the green light.

“So are you,” she giggled, which ignited the blazing fire that burned for her in Charlie’s heart for what must’ve been the millionth time. “I’m ready.” She told him. Their lips melded into a passionate kiss as his erection disappeared inside her.

Heavy breathing and distant music was all that could be heard in the moment. Despite the lightheaded feelings, the atmosphere seemed clear to Y/N. She stared into Charlie’s eyes, which were already glued to hers.

“You can move now.” She said. Charlie followed her order and slowly pumped in and out of her dripping heat. He began panting before letting out a strangled moan at the sound of Y/N’s needy whines.

“Good, darling?” He asked, leaning in to kiss her slightly swollen lips. In doing so, his thrusts went deeper, hitting a spot that had Y/N gripping the couch enough for her knuckles to turn a lighter shade.

“Oh my god, fuck. I’m good.” She managed to say, swallowing hard before letting another moan escape her mouth. This time, it was Charlie’s lips on her neck and his tongue sucking on her fragile skin that elicited the sound, which caused him to groan in response.

Y/N’s arms wrapped around her toned friend’s torso, letting one hand travel up to the nape of his neck, playing with his loose curls. The other hand was digging into his back, leaving red marks that would remain for at least a night.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Charlie praised the beauty below him, his eyes almost rolling back as his hips hovered over her figure in a way that seemed just right. “I’m close.”

“I- I need you to touch my clit.” Y/N begged. She didn’t want to fake it, especially since he was her best friend and always knew when she was lying.

Charlie reached his hand down to put his finger on the sensitive, pearl-shaped bud. To his surprise, he felt her hand grab his wrist, leading the strong, calloused hand against her thigh, rubbing it along the supple skin.

“I meant after, you stupidhead.” Y/N giggled once again, the sweet melody filling Charlie’s thoughts and would echo in his mind for days to come.

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, the pair unable to stop themselves from smiling as they did so. As they continued their makeout session, Charlie’s breathing was becoming more and more ragged. His movements quickened, giving a few deep thrusts before he momentarily stilled inside her.

“That was– I mean wow. Thank you. I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick, be right back.” He said, still out of breath from his previous actions.

When Charlie returned, he found Y/N sitting with her legs criss crossed. She had her head tilted downward, but he could see that she was chewing at her bottom lip. Was everything okay?

“Hey.” Charlie’s soft voice startled Y/N, who was clearly deep in thought and didn’t hear the door creaking when he came in.

“Hi.” She smiled shyly, sitting up straighter as her best friend sat beside her, putting a hand on her knee.

“Still want me to take care of you?” He asked sweetly, tucking a piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear. He saw the brightness of the moon that shone through the window reflecting in her eyes.

“If you’re up to it, that would be nice.” Y/N still seemed a bit shy, and Charlie wanted to fix that. He began pressing soft kisses to her lips, moving to kiss up to her cheekbone.

He felt her eyelashes flutter closed as his lips ghosted over the shell of her ear, as his hand snaked around her torso. Charlie’s hand found its way to her breasts, gently caressing from the side before kneading the soft skin in his hand as he began kissing down Y/N’s neck. Her breathing had lost its rhythm at this, a gasp interrupting her audible exhales when he took the hardened nub between his fingers and applied a pinching pressure.

Charlie had started leaving tiny bruises, sucking her tender skin harder, making the hickeys bigger as he went lower. He continued trailing kisses and love bites until he reached the other breast and took her nipple between his teeth, biting lightly before swiping his tongue across the sensitive bud, eliciting a moan from Y/N.

“Please stop teasing,” she breathed out, “I want your mouth on me.” Charlie nodded, quickly moving to kneel on the floor, bringing Y/N’s legs to the edge of the futon and spreading them slowly.

Charlie left kisses up her inner thighs before bringing his lips to where she wanted him most. She could feel him breathing on her heat and opened her mouth to say something, but the words she had been preparing to say turned into little whines as his tongue circled her clit.

He brought his index finger up to her entrance slowly pumping it a few times before setting a steady pace. He still had her clit on his mouth and continued to kiss it as he added another finger.

“God, how are you so good at this?” Y/N questioned rhetorically. Charlie hummed against her bundle of nerves, sending a wave of euphoria and chills up Y/N’s spine as she moaned at the sensation.

She sensed the familiar wave of ecstasy reaching a boiling point and let her eyes close as she felt the tension inside her unravel. She felt as though she was sinking into the cushions, coming down from cloud nine with a contented sigh. Before she had fully come back to her senses, Charlie was laying beside Y/N, holding her hand, reveling in the warmth their bodies created from such close proximity.

“When we wake up, what do you want us to be?” Charlie murmured against Y/N’s hand.

“Well no matter what we’ll be best friends, so let’s just enjoy this and we’ll figure it out together in the morning.” She mumbled as she brought their hands to her mouth, kissing his knuckles. They quickly fell asleep, the feeling of weightlessness allowing their rest to be one of peace and rejuvenation.

When the sun’s rays flooded the room with light, the two awoke in a blissful state, holding each other tighter for a while longer before gathering their things and cleaning up the cups and bottles they left. As the waved goodbye to the hungover host of the party, they walked hand in hand down the street to their houses. Y/N hugged Charlie goodbye, burying her face in his chest.

When they pulled apart, it was as if the crisp autumn air had finished sobering them up, allowing them to feel the real connection they shared now. It was one of love, platonic and romantic love. It went unspoken, the air between them, but closed that space once more, this time with a kiss that left a buzzing on their lips. The two went opposite directions across the street, turning to wave goodbye as they reached their respective front doors.

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luke-patterson-owns-my-soul · 3 years

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Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Summary: The reader and Charlie grew up together, were the best of friends. It didn’t work well for her having boyfriends until she goes to college. Is her best friend jealous, or is everyone imagining things?

Requested: Yes / No

TW: Swearing, implies sexual intercourse, swearing, drinking Author’s notes: I had a weird dream (non-sexual) about an ex of mine and trying to make Charlie jealous (as you do), and this idea came from that. Whether it makes any sense at all remains to be seen.

Acknowledgements: The gorgeous @dream-a-little-bigger-x listened to me waffle on about this and read through most of it for me. Thank you my love.

Pairing: Fem Reader x Charlie Gillespie (eventually)

Words: 10,076

I have no idea when I’ll be posting Part Two as I am yet to write it... but I was way too impatient to sit on this.

Growing up being the best friend of Charles Gillespie was equal parts the best and worst thing. The best because he was genuinely the nicest guy, ever. He was outgoing, inclusive of everyone, and so much fun to be around. Charlie never sat still, didn’t do well with being bored, so it meant we made a lot of memories together along with our other friends.

The worst because for some reason, being best friends with a guy was off putting to other guys. Hanging out with Charlie ninety percent of the time seemed to prevent them approaching me. Even when I made it obvious I liked them, they seemed too scared to speak to you beyond a ‘hi’ or a ‘how you doin’?’. Charlie never seemed to notice how frustrated I was.

When Charlie moved to Toronto to follow his dreams of becoming an actor, it felt as if I’d lost a limb. I’d known him my entire life, had been friends for the whole time, had gone through all our firsts together, and with him not around, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

Admittedly, I was starting college just over the border in the US so there was that to keep me busy, but it wasn’t the same. Moving away from home, not having him with me, laughing at the other freshmen to help relieve my nerves. But I was alone and had no idea what I was doing.

Once I’d found my dorm room, I sat on the bed, surrounded by bags and boxes, and pulled my phone out of my bag. I needed my best friend right now, despite knowing he was probably out at auditions. I pull up my favorite contacts and tap on Charlie’s name, hoping he’ll be able to answer.

“Hey. I only have five minutes. How did the move go? Is your roommate cool? Any guys took your fancy? Have you had a chance to look around yet?” Eventually he stopped asking questions long enough to take a breath, letting me finally cut in to speak.

“Jesus Christ, Gillespie. I know you don’t have long, but do you really need to pepper me with so many questions? Don’t answer that otherwise I’ll never get to say anything.” I take a shaky breath and slowly start answering his questions. By the time I finish filling him on my day so far, he’s grinning at me.

“Sounds great, Trouble. I’m really pleased for you.” I rolled my eyes at his use of the nickname he gave me when we were seven and I punched a boy in the nose for tripping Charlie over and laughing at him cutting his chin on a small rock. “So, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?”

“I have some orientation thing, then I don’t know. Maybe just chill in my room, get to know my roommate when they finally get here.”

“Hey, listen. I gotta go. But I’ll call you when I get back to the apartment so you can tell me more. Especially if your roommate’s pretty.”

“You’re such a fucking horndog, Gillespie. Love you.”

“Love you too, Trouble.”

My ‘don’t call me that’ died on my lips as the call ended and the photo of Charlie and me camping at the Bay of Fundy a couple years back that had been my wallpaper since his sister took it filled the screen. My happiness of speaking to him faded as I realized I was alone, again.

:: ::

I had been at college for three months, and I was almost at the end of my first semester. Charlie was busy with filming a show he’d booked. I knew nothing about 2nd generation, but he was so excited, I couldn’t help but be so happy for him. We spoke most days and texted so much that all my friends thought we were dating. No matter how much I told them we were only friends, no one ever believed me.

The wall above my desk was covered in photos of the two of us and our other friends, and your roommate, Lena, was obsessed with him.

“Honey, if you ain’t tapping that, if he ever comes to visit, I’m stepping up.” She’d told me the first time she looked at a photo of Charlie. Every time the two of us facetimed, and she was in the room with me, she would butt in and flirt outrageously with him. I would laugh at him flirting back, enjoying the fact my two closest friends, one old and one new, got along.

I’d found it easier to settle into college life than I expected without having him with me. Maybe, if I was honest, him not being around was possibly the reason I was finding it easier. As much as I loved him and having him around, having something that was just for me meant something special.

I’d just finished a class and was walking across the quad when my phone rang in my bag, Charlie’s ringtone blared out. He’d picked En Vogue’s Whatta Man when we were about thirteen because ‘Trouble, it just describes me perfectly’. I’d just never got around to changing it, and now it always made me smile whenever I heard it.

“Hey, Trouble.” A groan and an eyeroll. “Whatcha doin’?”

“I just finished my classes for the day. I’m going for coffee with Lena. How’s things over there?”

“Yeah, we’re going strong.” There was a lot of indistinct background noise I couldn’t identify behind him, and it was hard to hear him. He hadn’t facetimed, which was strange, but it was probably a flyby call while he was waiting for a scene to be set up, or whatever actors did. I had no clue despite him telling me multiple times.

“That’s great.” As I walked beside Lena who was making kissy faces at me as Charlie and I spoke, I couldn’t help but smile at hearing his voice. It wasn’t the same as having him with me in person, but it was the best we’d have until Christmas break.

“Look, give me five and call me back. I just gotta speak to someone real quick.” Before I could answer, he cut the call.

“Well, that was the quickest call I’ve ever seen you two have.” Lena commented, a small smile on her face.

“He wants me to call him back in five.” It was typical Charlie, start something, then expect me to finish it.

“I swear, you speak to him more than your family.” She wasn’t wrong.

“He’s kind of like my security blanket. He talks me off the edge whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed and stuff. He’s never judged me for the way I overthink, and he’s so easy to be with.”

“I swear, if I didn’t know better, I would think you’re in love with him.”

“I do love him. He’s like the brother I never wanted and often get frustrated with, but I couldn’t imagine my life without him.”

“Uh huh…” She didn’t need to elaborate. She’d been saying the same thing since our first day. She was insistent that there was more to mine and Charlie’s relationship than there was. I was used to her by now and was able to ignore it now. “You better phone him back.” She reminded me as we neared the campus coffee shop. With a smile, I hit call on his contact.

Behind me, the sound of P!nk’s Trouble, my ringtone on Charlie’s phone rang out. Confusion washed over me as Lena started laughing. I spun round to see Charlie leaning up against a tree, a wide smile on his face.

I cut the call and ran over to him, throwing myself at him. As always, he caught me, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me in tight against his body.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked when he finally placed my feet back on the ground below me.

“I have the weekend off, so I drove down to see my best girl,” he looked at Lena with a smile, “and you, Trouble.” I punched him in the arm as he pulled my roommate into a hug.

“Remind me why I keep you around?” I asked him as the three of us entered the coffee shop.

“Because you adore this pretty face.” I rolled my eyes as we found a table after making our orders.

“You keep telling yourself that, Gillespie.”

:: ::

For the entire weekend, I showed Charlie around the campus and took him to parties. We got wasted, he enjoyed meeting my friends, but my favorite moment was on the Sunday when it was just the two of us, about a half hour outside of town, walking along a hidden trail.

“Trust you to find this place. I never even knew it was here.”

“You need to take more time for yourself, away from campus. Remember what it’s like to just be.”

“Do you get much of a chance to do that?” I asked as we walked, our arms brushing together the way they always did whenever we spent time together.

“Not as much as I like, but I try to get out at least once a week. It’s not the same though, not without you.” I looked up at him and saw a softness to his face not many people got to see.

“I’ve missed you, you big goof.”

“I’ve missed you too, Trouble.”

“You gotta stop calling me that.” I rolled my eyes, making him laugh and nudge at me with his shoulder.

“Never gonna happen, kiddo.”

“Kiddo? For fuck’s sake, Gillespie. You’re like two months older than me. You’re not exactly drawing your pension just yet.”

“It all counts.” He lifted his wrist and looked at his watch. “I better head back to my car and start heading back. I’ve got an early call in the morning.”

My heart sank at his words. I’d known the entire weekend he couldn’t stay forever and as we turned around to walk back the way we came, I felt a feeling of sadness wash over me.

“Hey, don’t do that.” He scolded me.

“Do what?”

“Fold in on yourself. We’ll both be home for Christmas.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve just enjoyed having your ugly face around.”

“Ugly? You wound me.”

“Whatever.”

Silence fell over us as we continued walking, and the closer we got to the parking lot, the sadder I became at having to say goodbye to him again. He took hold of my hand, interlinking our fingers the way we always did.

Finally, we reached his car and came to a standstill next to it.

“Thank you for coming to see me. I needed this weekend.”

“I’ll always be there when you need me.” I knew he meant it too. He always did.

“I know. It’s one of the main reasons I adore you.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. I wasn’t ready to let him go, but knew I had to. Knew I had to carry on with this new chapter of my life that didn’t revolve around our friendship, knew he needed to get back to work and forge his way in his chosen career.

“Love you, Trouble.” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before pulling away from our hug and unlocking his car. “Gonna miss you.”

“Gonna miss you more. Let me know when you’re back, so I don’t worry.”

“I promise.”

Lena walked to stand beside me as I watched Charlie climb into his car and pull away. We stood and watched him drive away until I couldn’t see his car anymore.

“That boy is in love with you.” I ignored her as I turned to walk back to our dorm. “Just as much as you are with him.”

:: ::

Christmas break had been crazy. My large family and the Gillespie family always mixed for the holiday, and it was always loud, full of laughter, and more than a little raucous. It was my favorite time of the year.

This year was no different, but it was over all too soon, and I barely saw Charlie. He got back home on Christmas Eve, and had to leave again the day after Christmas Day thanks to reshoots and stuff I didn’t really understand. Most of my time had been spent with his sister, Megan, but there was a hole in my celebrations. A Charlie-sized hole.

He didn’t even make it back home for New Year, and I saw in midnight on the back porch of my parent’s house alone, a glass of champagne untouched next to me. I’d tried facetiming him, but my calls had gone unanswered.

Arriving back at college was a relief, and the holiday period had made me realize I’d become so co-dependent on my best friend, I was holding myself back from living my life.

“Hey bitch, how was Mr. Tallish, dark, and gorgeous?” Lena asked as we both unpacked from our vacations.

“Busy. I hardly saw or spoke to him.” I could hear the bitterness in my own voice and hated it, but I also kind of didn’t care.

“I’m sorry, babe. How about we head out to a ‘welcome back’ party, get dressed up, and break some hearts?”

After thinking about it for a split second, I grinned and agreed.

“Fuck it. Why not?”

Usually, campus parties were casual affairs; sweats and tank tops, but the flyers about this one was emblazoned with the words ‘dress to impress’, so Lena and I went all out.

Walking across campus in my favorite LBD and a pair of amazing stiletto pumps, I felt like I could conquer the world. I’d made an effort with my hair and makeup, and when Lena was ready, we’d taken a shit ton of selfies, posting them on Instagram. It was amazing what getting dressed up did for a girl’s self-esteem.

“Honey, when Charlie sees those photos on insta, he’s gonna be calling you like crazy.”

“Well, it’s a shame my phone is on silent in my purse, then. Tonight is for me and you to have a great time.”

“And maybe try and get over one guy with another?”

“Lena, I don’t need to get over Charlie. He’s my best friend, and I adore him. But that’s all it is.”

As we entered the party – in a frat house, naturally – I couldn’t help but be impressed with how dressed up everyone was. I followed Lena through the crowd into the kitchen where we managed to grab some drinks.

“Yeah, okay. You keep telling yourself that. I can only go by what my eyes show me, and there is more going on between you two than either of you want to admit.” I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off. “I’ll shut up now. Let’s go, Momma’s in the mood for dancin’.”

I didn’t see Lena for three days after the party. She’d met some guy and had spent the entire time in his bed. It had been nice to have the room to myself as I caught up with movies and TV shows on Netflix I had missed over the holiday period. By the time classes started back up, she was back and seriously study mode.

“John was asking after you again today.” She told me two weeks back into classes as we walked in the wintery sunshine to get some lunch.

“Oh.” I had no idea who John was, but I was going along with it.

“You don’t remember him, do you?”

“No clue, sorry.”

After gasping, she proceeded to fill me on John. Apparently, I’d danced with him a lot at the frat party. He was six feet tall, well built, but not huge, and had a hint of red hair. None of it was ringing any bells, but seeing as she was sleeping with his roommate, she saw him regularly.

“How can you not remember him? you were all over him.”

“Lena, I’d almost drank my weight in tequila, I would have been impressed if I’d remembered my own name, never mind someone else’s.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket. After tapping on the screen for a couple of minutes, she turned it so I could see.

The guy on screen was gorgeous. Piercing green eyes that reminded me of the forest near my house, and a wide, friendly smile.

“Judging by that reaction, you’d have no problems coming out with us tonight? Nothing heavy, just a few drinks and some food.”

“I wouldn’t be averse to food and drinks.” Laughing at my answer, she linked our arms and steered me into our favorite sandwich bar.

:: ::

The first meeting turned into a first date, then a second, a third, and before I’d even realized, John and I were dating, and it had been three months since that first meeting that I could remember. He was easy going and fun to be around, plus he loved being outside rather than cooped up in a room with another person. Especially when that person was his roommate who was often making out for hours with my roommate. We spent a lot of time on the hidden trail I’d discovered with Charlie, often taking a blanket so we could have a picnic under the lush canopy of trees.

John was a photography major, and never went anywhere without his camera – unless there was going to be alcohol – and my photo wall in my room was soon full of photos of the two of us, of me and Lena, and random things he saw that made him think of me. I had never been tagged in so many photos of me sober on Instagram in my life, and I loved every minute of our time together, but while I was happy, and living my best life there was still something missing. A 5,8” dark haired something.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spoken to Charlie for longer than five minutes, and never mind an actual facetime call. He’d finished up with 2nd Generation and had gone back home for a few weeks. I’d seen photos of him and his family, mostly his cousin Madi, doing the things I would usually be doing with them. Spring break was coming up, and while most of my friends were planning crazy trips down to Florida or Mexico, all I wanted to do was to go home.

“Hey, what are you doing for Spring Break?” I asked John as we lay tangled together in my bed, a sheen of sweat on both of our skin.

“I haven’t made any plans yet, why?”

“Fancy coming to Canada?”

:: ::

Pulling up in the drive outside my parent’s house, I look over at John in the passenger seat. He looked nervous as hell which made me chuckle. I unclipped my belt and leaned over to give him a quick kiss.

“Stop panicking. It’s going to be fine.” I told him. My parents were looking forward to meeting him. “I should be the nervous one. I’ve never brought a guy home before.”

“What? Never? Not even in high school?” I shook my head. “What about your prom date?”

“Me and Charlie went to prom together. We did everything together, and it stopped guys asking me out and stuff. So yeah…” I drifted off, realizing that this was my first relationship, my first boyfriend.

“That’s cool. Come one, let’s get this over with so we can both calm down.” He gave me another kiss before getting out of the car, retrieving our bags from the trunk. By the time I’d got out, he was standing beside me, holding out his hand. I took hold of it and led him to the house.

“Mom, dad? Anyone?” The house was silent when I let us in, John dropping our bags on the floor in the entry. “Hello? Favorite daughter is home for a week.”

“Only daughter you mean.” My younger brother, Tyler came bounding down the stairs, skidding to a stop when he saw John standing next to me.

“Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.” I glared at him. “I mean, I’ve seen photos and shit, but I didn’t expect you to be so big. Nice to meet you, man.” Tyler held out his hand for John to shake, which he did, chuckling at my brother’s lack of brain to mouth filter.

“Ty, where is everyone?”

“Out in the yard. Dad’s cleaning off the barbecue and mom’s making sure he does it right.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Not that I expected it to, but nothing had changed. Tyler took off through the house out into the back yard where my family were waiting.

“Ready for a trial by fire?” I asked John, looking up at him, smiling.

“Best to get it over and done with.”

Turning my whole body so I was fully facing him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to give him a kiss.

“They’re gonna love you, I promise.” I murmured against his plump lips. He took a deep breath, gave me another quick kiss, and untangle me from him.

“Let’s do this.”

Once again, with our hands linked, I led the way, this time through the house I’d grown up in and out into the large back yard. Which was full of people, not just my family. Of course, the Gillespies were here too.

As John and I came to a stop on the ack porch, I cast my eyes across the space before me, looking for Charlie. It was a mixture of habit and wanting to see him, but I couldn’t find him.

“He’s not here.” Megan had jogged over and pulled me into a hug so she could whisper into my ear. Her words caused a wave of sadness to wash over me. “And we finally get to meet this guy who is all over your insta?” She grinned at John; her smile achingly similar to that of her brother.

“John, this is Megan, the little sister I never wanted, but got stuck with anyway.” As the two of the chatted, the three of us moved down into the garden so I could introduce my boyfriend to everyone.

:: ::

John had been stolen away by my dad, Tyler, and Charlie’s dad, leaving me to spend time with my mom. We sat on her favorite garden seat, watching everyone in silence for a few minutes before she turned to me.

“He’s nice. I can see why you like him so much.” I looked at her, waiting. Eventually, I realized she wasn’t going to say it.

“But? I know there’s a but in there somewhere.”

“No, no but.” She was lying, I could tell by the way her voice was at least an octave higher than usual.

“Mom. You can be honest with me, I’m not gonna bite your head off.”

“I just worry you’re rushing things. At college everything so… intense, and you’re constantly aware of it ending, that you’ll be leaving that part of your life behind you one day. What then?”

“I-we-I…” I didn’t have a coherent answer for her. She wasn’t wrong, but she’d also always told me that college was supposed to be the best time of my life, so why wouldn’t I spend it with someone I not only enjoyed being with, but who I was attracted too at the same time?

“Honey, I’m not trying to make you question things, I just want you to remember who you are and what you want in life.”

“Well, I want to be with John for now. Isn’t that enough?”

“If it is for you, it is for me.” She pulled me in for a hug. I loved my mom, but she’d confused me with our conversation. “You do realize your dad’s going to pitch a fit when he realizes you’re sharing a room.”

I stared at her. I’d assumed my parents would make him sleep in the spare room.

“Wait, what?”

“Sweetheart, neither of us are stupid. We know how things are at college, and as long as you’re being safe, I can’t tell you what to do anymore.”

Before I could say anything, Megan came over to pull me away. Arm in arm, we walked to the end of the garden, away from the house. Well, she led me, I merely went along with it.

“What’s up?” I asked her. Usually, she was a lot like her brother, constantly moving and talking, but now she was quiet and subdued. “Meg, seriously. You’re making me worried.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to get you on your own so we can talk about that gorgeous hunk you brought home.” Relief flooded through me and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me.” We sat down on an old swing my dad had made when I was a kid and talked. She peppered me with questions about college, the guys, the parties, and most of all, about John. She was a senior in high school and couldn’t wait for her own college experience. She’d chosen to stay in Canada to study.

I answered all of her questions, but we were soon interrupted by our being called to finally get some food. I was starving and practically sprinted over to where my dad was piling food on a table laden with salad, fried, and all kinds of family favorites. As I loaded up my plate, John hovered next to me, doing the same.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in.” Megan’s voice was loud, making me turn my head. Charlie was walking toward us, wearing his hiking gear grinning at us all. I put my plate down and ran at him, our usual greeting.

“Trust you to show when the food’s ready.” I grinned at him as we broke apart and went back to the table to retrieve my plate, pulling it out of Charlie’s reach as he tried to steal a rib. “Get your own, there’s plenty.”

“But we always share, Trouble.” I rolled my eyes.

“Not today, Gillespie. This is all mine, and I may even have seconds.” I stuck my tongue out at him. A throat clearing behind me reminded me John was still with me. “Oh hey, you can finally meet John.”

“Yeah, great to finally meet you, man.” Charlie shook my boyfriend’s hand, his smile still on his face, but I noticed it didn’t completely reach his eyes.

“You too.”

“Well, I’m hungry, catch up later?” As Charlie nodded, I led John away so others could help themselves, over to a table with my parents. Why had that been more awkward than I’d expected? As I sat down, I caught Megan watching me, a strange look on her face.

:: ::

As the sun began to set, and things began to wind down, I decided to take John for a walk around the neighborhood I grew up in. We left the house, hand in hand, and walked along the street, passing Charlie’s house. I averted my eyes from the building, not wanting to make John think my attention wasn’t all on him.

“It’s nice here, very calm.” He commented as we reached the end of the street. “I grew up in the city, and it never got this quiet.” When I looked up at him, he was smiling softly.

“Come on, there’s a great playground just up the road.” I led the way, tugging on his hand as a laugh escaped me.

As we sat on the swings, both of us swaying back and forth as the sun set around us, bathing the sky with a vibrant orange. It was my favorite part of the day, one that made me think back over what had happened and made me realize that a new day was coming, a new chance to experience life. Charlie and I had spent so much time as kids on these very swings at this time, reflecting on choices we’d made throughout the day.

At the thought of my best friend, a slight movement caught my eye. When I looked at the path leading to the gate of the play park, I could see a figure retreating. Despite not being able to see the person’s face, I knew it was him. His shoulders were hunched, and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his shorts. The sound of John’s camera taking photos distracted me and I looked away for a minute. When I looked back, my best friend was nowhere to be seen.

“Stop taking photos of me.” I groaned, knowing he wouldn’t.

“How can I? you’re the most beautiful thing around.” Standing, John walked over to me and took hold of the chains with side of me to still the movement of the swing. He stood between my legs and bent his head and captured my lips in a kiss that started off slow and soft, but soon turned heated.

Letting go of the chains, John managed to lift me off the swing, holding me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck. Slowly, he began to walk across the playground, only stopping when he reached the large wooden playhouse I’d played in as a kid.

Putting me on my feet and letting go, he removed the camera from around his neck and placed it in a safe place before climbing into the playhouse, removing his shirt and placing it on the wooden boards. When he looked over at me, his green eyes which were usually the color of spring grass were now the color of a lush, dark forest.

“What? Here? Are you trying to soil my childhood memories?”

“Totally, now come here before I have to take matters into my own hands.” He palmed the bulge in his shorts, locking eyes with me. With a laugh that was huskier than I’d ever sounded, I climbed in after him and straddled his thighs.

:: ::

Waking up at the crack of dawn, wrapped in John’s strong arms, in my childhood bedroom should have felt weird. But it didn’t. I was warm and content, but as we had a busy day planned, I couldn’t stay in our little cocoon. We had a camping trip to get ready for.

I crawled out of his arms and dived into the bathroom for a quick shower. By the time I emerged wrapped in a towel, John was sat up in my bed, scrolling on his phone.

“Come on you, we’re going camping. Up and at ‘em.” I was excited. It had been far too long since I’d been down to Fundy and I couldn’t wait to get on the road.

“Babe, it’s not even 6a.m.” He groaned.

“Yeah, and? Come on. Need to fuel up with a good breakfast.” I pulled on some clothes and left the room, skipping down the stairs. ‘My dad had always been an early riser, so it was no surprise to find him in the kitchen holding a steaming cup of coffee as he read a book at the breakfast bar.

“Morning daddy.” I kissed his cheek as I passed him to get to the coffee pot.

“Morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?” I could hear the unasked question behind his actual question.

“Yes, like a log. Stop worrying about me, I’m not a little girl anymore.”

“Don’t I know it. Please, just tell-”

“Dad. Nothing happened last night. And even if it had, I would be careful. I’m not an idiot.”

“Could have fooled me.” Tyler interrupted us, grinning when I gave him the finger.

“Stop picking on your sister. And you,” he looked at me, “put that finger down.”

I laughed as I sipped at my coffee before telling them I was going out to grab the camping gear.

“I’ll go and make sure Charlie and Megan are up and ready.” Tyle put his own cup down and left the kitchen. I froze on the spot I stood in

Shit. I didn’t realize he’d invited them.

“Everything okay?” Dad asked.

“Yeah, just trying to work out what we need.” I lied before flashing him a quick smile. I could hear John coming downstairs. “Please, no interrogation.” I hissed at my dad. He drew a cross over his heart as my boyfriend entered the kitchen, his hair damp from the shower.

“Morning, sir.” He greeted my dad.

“Please, John. Sir was my father. Call me Frank like everyone else.”

After giving John a quick kiss, I went out to the shed to gather up everything we’d need for a couple of days down in Fundy.

An hour later, Tyler and I had expertly packed up the trunk of my car and were just about to climb in when Charlie and Megan pulled up in Charlie’s car.

“Ready to rock and roll?” He called out of his window, a wide grin on his face.

“You know it. Last one there buys lunch.” I called out our usual challenge as I jumped into the driver’s seat, Tyler urging John in as Charlie pulled away with a screech. Within minutes, the doors were closed, the engine started, and we were on our way.

“Is she always this competitive?” John turned to face my brother in the back seat as I turned the radio on, looking for something to sing along to.

“Only with Charlie, so yes. Constantly. They can make a contest out of everything.” I rolled my eyes.

“No I don’t.”

“Sis, I love you, but you do. You and Charlie are a fucking nightmare at times.”

“You’re talking bullshit.” I tried to change the subject, but Tyler was on a roll.

“Remember that time you two tried to eat more popping candy than the other and you ended up barfing all over yourself?”

“Really? You bring that up? I was fifteen, Ty. And I’d drank about a gallon of soda. It was the gas.”

“Whatever. What about the time when you-” I cut him off.

“That’s enough. Babe, did you go camping much growing up?” I looked at John who had gone quiet. He was looking out of the window, and it took me tapping him on the knee to get his attention.

“Nah, not really. I’m a city boy, so we didn’t really do the whole ‘great outdoors’ thing.”

“Not even on vacation?” Tyler asked.

“Nah, we did Disney and Universal, stuff like that.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat. This is our favorite place on Earth and your camera’s gonna get a good workout.” I smiled at him as I intertwined our fingers as I drove.

:: ::

Thanks to my brother have the bladder the size of a pea and three cans of soda, we arrived at our usual camping ground over half an hour after Charlie and Megan. They’d already set up their tent and were waiting for us as if they didn’t have a care in the world, music drifting softly from the stereo in his car.

“Tyler potty breaks, again?” Charlie asked, laughing.

“He travels back with you.” I grumbled as I opened the trunk and began to drag our gear out. Instantly, Charlie was on his feet, unfolding the tents to put them up with Tyler’s help.

“What do you need me to do?” John asked me.

“Take those coolers of food and drinks over to Megan. She’s always in charge of that stuff, makes sure we don’t live off candy and chips.”

I couldn’t help but watch the muscles in his back as he lifted the two coolers out of the trunk. He wasn’t overly muscly, but his form was impressive. I stood back and admired him for a minute.

“Hey, Trouble. Give me a hand with this. Your brother’s still useless.” Charlie called out.

By the time the tents were all up, one for Tyler, and one for me and John, we were all starving.

“Hey, losers. You owe us lunch.” Charlie called out, giving his sister a high five.

“Let me just get changed, and we’ll go.” In the middle of the camping ground was a café that served some of the best food. I ducked into the tent and changed my shirt and jeans for a bikini top and denim shorts. As I emerged from the small space, I pulled one of Charlie’s old cut off shirts over my head. “Right, let’s go and introduce John to poutine.

“What?”

“Oh, man. It’s the best.” Tyler slapped him on the back as he led the way. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charlie watch as John took hold of my hand.

:: ::

The sun was setting and the five of us were sitting around a campfire. Charlie had his guitar and he and Megan were singing some of their favorite songs. As always, I was blown away by their talent and how well their voices blended together. I’d always been a bit jealous of how musical the Gillespie family was. All of them sang, played instruments, and dance – well Charlie didn’t that well, but he always gave his all when his sister dragged him into it.

John sat next to me, his camera lifted up to his face as he took photo after photo, something he’d been doing all day. He’d told me he’d been blown away by the beauty of the place and that gave me a warm feeling, being able to share one of my favorite places with him.

“Hey, Trouble. Your turn.” Charlie handed me the guitar.

“Not tonight, Gillespie.” I was exhausted and it had been far too long since I’d played or sang. I knew I was never going to sound as good as him and Megan; I rarely did.

“Nope, you’re not getting out of it. Come on, you know you wanna.” He was egging me on, and knew I’d give in eventually.

“Come on, it’s tradition.” Megan joined in with the cajoling as Tyler called out his two cents worth. With a sigh, I took the guitar from Charlie and propped it on my knee.

“Any requests?” I asked.

“Under the Bridge.” The Red Hot Chili Peppers song was one of my favorites and I loved singing it.

“I didn’t know you played.” John sounded surprised.

“Yeah, Charlie taught me a few years ago. It’s been a while though and I’m rusty as hell because I never got my own guitar.” I ran my fingers down the strings before making myself a bit more comfortable. “Hey, you got a spare pick?” I asked Charlie. He reached into the pocket on the front of his soft guitar case before leaning over to hand me the small piece of plastic. I couldn’t help but laugh at the poop emoji design on it. I’d ordered him a bunch of them as part of his birthday present the previous year.

I ran through the song in my mind reminding me of the lyrics and chords before I began to play.

Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner

Sometimes I feel like my only friend

Is the city I live in, the city of angels

Lonely as I am, together we cry

I drive on her streets 'cause she's my companion

I walk through her hills 'cause she knows who I am

She sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy

Well, I never worry, now that is a lie

As I expected, Charlie joined in on the bridge, harmonizing with me. We’d always sang this song together. It had become a bit of a tradition at gatherings with our families and friends. As always when we sang together, Charlie and I locked eyes, a small smile on his face made me smile back as we sang. There was a connection between us when we sang, one that had been there from the day we became friends.

I don't ever wanna feel

Like I did that day

Take me to the place I love

Take me all the way

I don't ever wanna feel

Like I did that day

Take me to the place I love

Take me all the way

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Finally, the song came to an end and silence filled the air around us. Without saying anything, I handed the guitar and pick back to Charlie without looking at him. I leaned over, picked up my bottle of beer, and drained the last of it. For some reason, a weird feeling had come over me while we’d sung, and I didn’t know how to read it. In the end, I decided to ignore it and escape into my tent.

“I’m tired guys. I’m gonna turn in.” As I faked a yawn, I didn’t bother waiting for a response as I stood up, dropped the bottle in a trash bag, gave John a quick kiss, and crawled into my tent. As I stripped out of my hoodie and sweats and crawled into my sleep bag, Megan stuck her head through the flap.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just tired. It’s been a long day.” It hadn’t really, and she knew it hadn’t. We hadn’t done anything different to what we would normally in Fundy.

“Okay…”

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sure. Night.” With a small smile she disappeared from the opening of the tent, leaving me to settle down and try to get to sleep.

I was still wide awake when John crawled into the tent an hour or so later. He tried not to make too much noise as he stripped down to his boxers before getting into his own sleeping bag. The lamp hanging from the tent roof was turned on low, just about lighting up the space around us.

“Hey.” I kept my voice low, knowing from experience how the sound travelled at night.

“Hey.” He repeated as I turned to face him, propping myself up on one elbow.

“Have you had a good day?”

“It’s been great. I can see why you guys love it out here.

“Yeah, it’s great. We’re lucky having all this pretty much on our doorstep. I couldn’t imagine not being able to get out here. I bet you got some great shots.”

“I did. I can’t wait to get back and start editing them. Some should work well for school too.”

“Hey,” I dropped my voice even lower. “Wanna join the bags together and… snuggle?” I waggled my eyebrows at him in the dim lighting, making him smile softly.

“Not tonight. I’m so tired after all the hiking and swimming you guys made me do today.” He turned his head to look at me. “That okay?”

“Of course.” I leaned over and kissed him before getting comfortable again against his solid form. This time, I did fall asleep.

:: ::

When I woke up, the light was bright around me, despite being inside the tent. I was also alone. Sitting up, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and crawled out of the tent. John was sitting on his own, a cup of coffee cradled between his hands.

“Morning.” I press a kiss to his cheek as I sit down.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asks, looking at my bare legs. I’m still only in t-shirt I slept in.

“Not at all. It’s not that cold.” I chuckle as I pour myself a coffee. There’s a slight hint of steam in front of my face as I speak.

“It’s freezing, babe.”

“I’m Canadian, remember. This is a gorgeous spring morning.” I lean over and give him another kiss, this time it’s more than a simple and perfunctory peck. John’s hand cups the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. When we pull apart, I notice he’s breathing a little heavier than he was before and it makes me grin.

“You’re crazy.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Tyler’s voice surprises the both of us. When I turn, he’s standing over us, smirking at me.

“Uh… why am I suddenly nervous?” John asks my brother. They seem to have gotten on really well which pleases me. Tyler tipped me out of my seat before making himself comfortable in my place. Glaring at him, I moved around and sat on John’s lap.

“How are you with heights?” Tyler asks.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“How do you feel about deep water?”

I knew where this was going, so I decided to go and grab a shower in the shower block. As I ducked into the tent, I heard John exclaim.

“She does what?”

“Yeah, she and Charlie cliff dive.” I turned to look at John and laughed at the look of horror on his face. “It started out as a dare, of course, and now they do it every time we’re here.”

Leaving the two of them talking, I grab my washbag and take a walk over to the block of showers. Thankfully, there isn’t much of a queue and I’m able to snag one pretty quickly. The water’s not exactly hot, which means I don’t dawdle as I wash. Eventually, I emerge fully dressed, a towel wrapped around my hair and almost bump into Charlie.

“Woah, hey. You’re up late.” He commented, steadying me so I wouldn’t fall over.

“Not really.” It was barely 8 a.m., which to Charlie was practically a lie in. “I was up before you.”

“Nope. I was up at sunrise and went for a walk.” I rolled my eyes.

“Of course you were.”

“Are you heading back?”

“Yeah, I want to get ready for the cliffs.” I grinned at him. He fell into step beside me, and we walked back to the tents together.

“Remember that time you pushed me before I was ready, and I belly flopped so hard?”

“Oh my God, you screamed like a little girl who got a pony for her birthday. It was hilarious.”

“It also hurt like a fucking bitch.”

Charlie and I approached our tents, laughing to find John, Tyler, and Megan watching us as if we’d lost our minds.

“Who’s ready for the cliffs?” I asked, wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes. The memory of Charlie screaming lived in my head, rent free, and I couldn’t not laugh about it.

“Uh…” John looked nervous. After throwing my washbag into the tent, I bounced over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charlie turn his back and crawl into the tent he shared with his sister.

“No need to be nervous. You don’t have to dive if you don’t want to, just stay near the top, take photos, and enjoy the view. It’s all Megan and Ty do, because they’re both massive chickens.” As I spoke, I looked over at my brother who was flipping me off. “Don’t decide now. See how you feel nearer the time.”

Once we were at the cliffs, Megan spread out a blanket and sat down, a book in her hand. Tyler joined her, scrolling through his phone. John and I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down into the ocean. We were nowhere near the top, as over the years we’d worked out this was the best place for jumping into the water without it taking an age to get back, but it was high enough to get my blood pumping.

“Yeah… I think I’ll sit this one out.” Moving back, John joined Tyler and Meghan, but remained standing, his camera at the ready. I moved back a little but stayed fairly close to the edge so I could get ready.

“Gillespie?” I called out my challenge as I stripped out of my shorts and tank tops, kicking my sandals off, revealing a mismatched bikini. Behind me, I heard a sharp intake of breath and turned to grin at John, but he had his back to me and was taking photos of the view.

A roar sounded and Charlie ran past me, launching himself off the edge of the cliffs. He ‘battle cry’ could be heard the entire way down until it was broken off by a splash.

With a grin on my face, I followed, dipping myself forward into a dive. I cut through the water, plunging deep before arcing up to break the surface.

“Show off.” Charlie called out as he tread the water.

“Of course. I need to make you look bad at something.” I swam over to him, taking hold of his hand and pulling him back to shore so we could start the climb back to where the others waited. There was a lot of pushing and shoving between the two of us as we made out way, and when we finally reached them, I was out of breath from laughing so much. Charlie’s arm was slung over my shoulder as he struggled to keep himself upright.

“Then you just whipped your top off and jumped.” He was howling with laughter. “That’s why we’ve never given you tequila since.”

I gave him a friendly shove.

“It wasn’t just the tequila, and you know it Gillespie. We hadn’t eaten all day, then you pulled out Jose and it was game over.” He grabbed me around the waits and walked toward the edge, as if he was going to throw me. Admittedly, if he did, it wouldn’t have been the first time. I screamed at him to put me down, hearing my brother and Megan laughing. Eventually, he did as I asked before diving off the edge again, this time executing an almost perfect dive. “Asshole.” I muttered as I grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist.

It wasn’t until I sat down next to him, that I realized John was very quiet and was scrolling through his phone.

:: ::

Arriving back at my house early evening, I was ready for a hot shower and my own bed. Tyler ducked into the house while John and I unloaded the trunk and stored the camping gear back where it belonged. He’d slept for most of the trip back, and I could tell something was bothering him.

After having dinner with my parents, John excused himself to try and get some sleep. It had been a pretty full on couple of days, but not enough to wipe him out. After a few minutes, I decided to go and check on him. I didn’t want him getting sick or something.

When I got to my room, I was surprised to find him packing his stuff into his bag.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He clearly hadn’t expected me to come upstairs and my voice made him jump even though I hadn’t spoken particularly loudly.

“I’m heading back to my dorm.” I moved into my room, closing the door behind me. When I reached up to touch his shoulder, he flinched away from me.

“Woah. Why?”

“Look, I can’t play second best. I really like you, but it’s very clear that your heart lies elsewhere.”

“John, babe. I have no idea what you’re talking about here.” I put my hand on his arm, trying to get him to turn and face me. Eventually he did, sinking onto the edge of my bed.

“Look, we’ve been having fun, right?” I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. “Neither of us expected anything serious, and while I thought I might have been falling for you, the past few days have made me realize you could never feel the same way about me.”

“W-w-what?”

When John looked up at me, meeting my eyes with his gorgeous green ones, there was no sadness in them. There was only what I could describe as an acceptance of some sort. It confused the hell out of me.

“I know you tell everyone he’s your best friend, but it’s obvious to everyone who spends any kind of time with the two of you that you’re both head over heels for the other.”

I couldn’t help it, but I burst out laughing.

“Me and Charlie? No way. You’ve got it all wrong, believe me.”

“See, you say that, and I think on the surface that you believe it, but deep down… I’m a photographer. I literally look at details of the things around me all the time, and there’s no mistaking there’s something going on between the two of you. It’s just taking both of you some time to realize it; although, I think Charlie might be there already. He’s crazy jealous of me.” A snort escaped me before I could stop it. “I’m serious. Whenever we were together the past few days, he either turned his back, walked away, or interrupted us. You may see him as your best friend, but he’s in love with you. And I can’t compete with that.”

Standing back up, John finished packing his stuff, telling me he had a train booked in an hour. Knowing I wasn’t going to change his mind, I offered him a ride to the station, but he refused saying he’d book an uber.

Rather than watch him leave, I went out into the garden and sat on the swing. I’d never had a breakup, so I had nothing to compare it to, but I didn’t feel as sad as I expected to. In the movies, girls lay in their beds for days on end with messy hair and mascara running down their faces until their friends ran an intervention. Yeah, I was sad that John had broken up with me, but it felt like I was losing a friend more than a boyfriend. Even if the reasoning was ludicrous. There was no way on Earth Charlie Gillespie, the guy all the girls wanted, was in love with me. Sure, I knew he loved me – we were best friends, but that was it.

As the sun set around me, I finally made my way inside. I could hear the TV playing in the lounge, but didn’t feel like being pitied by my family, so I made my way up to my bedroom. When I was there, it felt empty without John’s big, solid frame. He’d only been here two days, but he’d made an impression on my space.

Not sure what to do with myself, I sat on my bed, hearing a crinkle. There was an envelope on my pillow.

I’m sorry it ended like this, but you need to know and understand that I don’t hate you – just in case you were wondering. Yeah, I’m upset, but I’m a big boy and I’ll get over it, and when I do, I hope we can still be friends. I honestly love spending time with you, and meeting your family was great.

I know you didn’t believe me when I told you about Charlie, but I hope these prove it to you.

See you soon, John.

Inside the envelopes were a couple of polaroid photos. I’d forgotten he’d brought his along with his big one. We’d all taken turns taking silly shots of one another, shaking them as they developed around the campfire we’d had.

The first was me holding Charlie’s guitar. I was clearly singing, looking at him, but there was something in the way I looked at my best friend. A softness to my face that could only be interpreted as affection – unsurprising, considering how much he meant to me, how much we meant to one another.

The second, was after our first jump at the cliffs. We were walking toward the camera, arms wrapped around one another, laughing. If it was anyone else, I would say it was quite an intimate photo, but it was me and Charlie. We were always like that, always touching, always laughing.

Putting the letter and photos on my desk, I lay back on my bed. I was confused as hell and didn’t know what to think or who to talk to.

As if summoned, my phone began to ring, Lena’s name flashing on the screen. When I answered, she didn’t bother with a greeting.

“So, when are you and pretty boy getting it on?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“John text me, told me what happened, said you might need someone to talk to. He finally saw what I saw.”

“And what did you see?”

“You and Charlie boy. All the feels.”

“Lena, there are no feels. We’re friends, best friends.”

“Honey, I know you’re a bit blind to the fact that that boy is crazy in love with you, probably has been for years, and you…”

“I what?”

“You look at him like he hung the moon. I don’t look at my best friend like that. I know it’s a lot to take in, but think about it, logically. Try to look at your relationship the way an outsider would, then tell me you’re not gonna end up ridiculously happy, living in some gorgeous apartment somewhere, surrounded by gorgeous babies.”

“And what if I come to the realization he’s just my friend?”

“Then I would say you’re blind as fuck. Look, I gotta go, my nanna’s lethal at dominoes, so I gotta make sure she doesn’t cheat. I’ll see you in a few days.” Lena ended the call. I was no clearer on the situation I had been before we’d spoken, but I least I had something to do.

Could everyone be right, and I was wrong? I loved Charlie, adored him, but I wasn’t in love with him. We were friends, the best, and that was all. Wasn’t it? I was pretty sure it was for me.

I needed air. I made my way back downstairs, grabbing my car keys from the side unit and went outside. It was late, but maybe a drive would help. As I unlocked my car, I heard my name being called. Turning, I saw Charlie jogging over to me.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I just need to clear my head.”

“Where’s the big man.” Something flashed in his eyes as he asked about John. I tried not to read too much into it, but if I didn’t know better, it looked like jealousy. I gave myself a mental slap around the back of the head for projecting John and Lena’s words onto myself.

“He left. Went back to campus. We’re over.” Immediately, Charlie’s arms were wrapped around me and I was pulled in tight against his chest. My senses were overwhelmed by the feel of him, the sound of his heartbeat, and the scent of him. It was too much and I pulled away.

“Are you okay? I know you liked him.”

“Yeah, I’m good. It wasn’t that serious.”

“Serious enough to sleep with him.” An undertone of something I couldn’t work out laced his voice.

“Charles. I wasn’t a virgin when I met John. I may not have had any serious relationships, or relationships in any capacity, but I wasn’t innocent. Just the way you’re not, so don’t pull that bullshit with me.”

Boys at high school may have been wary of Charlie, but he wasn’t around at college when I discovered meaningless one night stands weren’t for me.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t want to see you hurting.”

“I’m not. Maybe I should be more upset, but I can’t fake it.”

“You sound upset.” I looked up at him, stepping back slightly to move closer to my car. “I don’t like it when you’re upset, even when you don’t think you are, like that time when-”

“Look, I’m not here for a trip down memory lane. I want to go for a drive. Talk tomorrow?”

“Sure.” He turned to walk away an I pulled open the driver’s side door. Before I could sink into the seat, I was spun around. Charlie had hold of my wrist in one hand, but it was a gentle hold. He slammed the door and walked toward me. Nerves took over me and I back away from him, my back hitting the car behind me.

When he let go of my wrist, he placed his hands either side of me, resting against the cool metal of my car. Swallowing, I locked eyes with him, feeling very unsure of myself. I opened my mouth to ask him what was happening but didn’t manage the words before he crashed his lips against mine.

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