Rock Paper Scissors
OK so, this is my first My Candy Love FF! I think I'll do one FF for a different boy, like one for Castiel, one for Leigh (my personal favourite), one for Lysander and so on. But different OC's.
This one focuses on Nathaniel (you know, the Student Council dude) and yeah, I guess that's it.
Disclaimer – I do not own My Candy Love or any of the content mentioned below, apart from my OC's and the plot. All rights go to the rightful owners.
Note – this chapter is all in Charlie's POV
"Why, mum?" I yelled. "I don't want to be all on my own! You are abandoning me, you bitch!"
"I'm not abandoning you, darling," my mother tried to calm me. "It's just a short trip, we'll be back in-"
"Short my ass!" I screamed, waving my arms about. "Three years! Do you know how long that is for somebody of my age?"
Mum sighed and walked over to the counter, picking up a small photo. "This will be your new home, sweet heart! An apartment all to yourself, isn't that great?" Her desperate attempts to calm me washed right over my head.
"No, it's not! You're walking right out on me because you can't stand me, that's why, isn't it?" I screeched.
"No, Charlie, baby, it's not. I love you, and so does your father."
"He's NOT my father! He's just a low life wretch living off you!"
"Don't speak that way about Greg! He's a loving man and I love him. You would too, if you were bothered! Now, be a good girl and get in the car – we're going to your apartment, and then Greg and I are leaving."
"I'm not a little kid, you know." I growled under my breath, shuffling as slowly as I could towards the car. Chloe was already in her booster seat.
"Hurry up, Charlie! I'm cold, daddy's leaving the door open for you, although I don't know why he would do that."
"Shut up, you runt," I hissed at her, climbing into the seat beside her."
"MUMMY!" Chloe wailed. "CHARLIE TOLD ME TO SHUT UP!"
"And I mean it, so zip it!"
"Charlie, be nice to your sister," Greg told me, starting the car up.
"She's not my sister," I mumbled.
"Oh? And why is that?" He asked, trying to be smart.
"She's your daughter, idiot," I said, sighing as we drove off towards my new house.
"You're just jealous because I still have my daddy," Chloe sneered.
"Take that back, you cow!" I screamed.
"No, I won't."
"Chloe," mum snapped. "Apologies. Now."
"B-but, mummy, she called me a c-cow!" Chloe sniffled, her eyes watering.
Mum caved in and sighed. "You're right, but what you said wasn't very nice, honey."
"I'm sorry, mummy."
"As long as you know what you did, and you're truly sorry, then it's OK." She smiled, but then she looked at me and her lips pressed together in a thin line. "Charlie, you'd better apologies, too. It's not nice to call people names."
"What? But she said sorry to you, not me! Don't I get special treatment, too? That's so unfair!" I moaned.
"Listen to your mother, Charlotte. Apologies to your sister!"
"You're not my mum and she's not my sister!"
"I am your mum, Charlotte!"
"No, you're not. You've changed into some unrecognisable creature! A mother is supposed to be loving and care about her daughter's feelings! And I'm your daughter, too!"
"Now, now, ladies – I don't want to get into your little disagreement, but Charlotte, dear, you're acting like a spoilt little girl. We're almost there!"
"I am NOT spoilt! Chloe is the spoilt one, here! She gets whatever she wants but I barely got anything, but I didn't complain! Chloe throws a hissy fit when you don't get her the latest barbie doll!"
"At least my daddy isn't poor."
"See what I mean? You guys never listen to me. She's a little witch!"
"She called me a witch!"
"Be thankful I didn't call you a bit-"
"CHARLIE!" Mum and Greg yelled simultaneously.
"Oh look, we're here," Greg growled. "You guys were arguing so long it lasted the whole trip."
When we pulled to a stop, I rushed out and slammed the door shut before anybody else even reacted. I quickly walked towards the front door and got in the elevator. Luckily, it shut before the others could get there and I had a bit of alone time. I pressed my forehead against the cold metal and squeezed my eyes tightly shut, blocking out any thoughts. After a few minutes, the elevator reached my floor and I rushed past the other doors until I found mine – number 206.
I fumbled through my pockets and eventually found the keys mum gave me. I inserted them and twisted, and fell through the doors into my new home, which was completely bare and empty, but it felt fresh and new – exactly what I wanted. It was quite large, as mum and Greg thought it would make me feel better when they left me. I sat on the white carpet and fumbled through my handbag until I found my MP3. I turned it on and started to listen to All On My Own by Three Days Grace (which was very fitting, all things considered), lying on my back. Soon, however, my peace was disrupted when mum, Greg and Chloe walked in. Chloe gasped when she entered.
"It's so big. Why does Charlie get this? I want this house!" To my delight she started bawling out of jealousy (who's jealous now, huh?).
"Well, sweet heart, we have to go now." Mum said, smiling sadly at me. "We'll call, and write, and you can even visit for Christmas."
I allowed her to kiss my forehead, but when Greg went to hug me I backed away.
"Stay away from me, you," I growled.
"Charlie! That's no way to behave!" Mum hissed at me.
"You would be worse if you were in my situation! You have no idea how I feel, so don't try and judge me!" I yelled. "Just get out already!"
I pushed them out and slammed the door shut, pressing my back against it. Sliding down, the tears started trickling down my cheeks, then they overflowed and I started sobbing.
"I don't want to be all alone! Don't leave me!" I cried.
After a couple of hours, I woke up from a doze I must've fallen into, I heard a knocking on my door. I jumped and rushed towards my bag, grabbing a wet wipe and rubbing it under my eyes.
"One moment!" I called, hoping I had gotten rid of any mascara that had dripped during my sob moment. Darting towards the door, I silently prayed my eyes weren't red and I pulled the door open.
"Hello!" I panted.
"Hi, um, so, you just moved in here, right?" Asked a boy with brown hair that was spiked up, but the bottom was shaved (it's kind of hard to explain), standing in front of me.
"OK, well, um, Charlotte Bryne, 16, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Right! Good, then... Oh, yes! Sorry. All your furniture is downstairs, round the back, the delivery guys are bringing the essentials up first, like, now, and later everything else. I-if you need help moving everything around, I'll assist you with that, and I'll clean up everything while you're out, so no need to worry about any of that. Well, of course, it would help if you cleaned some stuff up... Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to say that, I'm so-"
"Stop!" I interrupted him. "It's OK, you're not rude, or anything. Don't worry!"
"And stop apologising! You didn't do anything wrong, so just calm down already. And yes, I would like some help moving the furniture around, if you don't mind. You work here?"
"Y-yeah, and I live in an apartment upstairs with my girlfriend. You should drop by, sometime! You'd love Megan, I think."
I chuckled inwardly and smiled. "Sure, I'd love that."
"OK, well, um, I'll come by when they bring the first pieces of furniture up. And, by the way, your family left some suitcases at the lobby. I think you forgot them."
Insert mental face palm here.
I'm very forgetful. And clumsy. And flail around miserably at pretty much everything. That, folks, is Charlotte Bryne for you.
The boy, before leaving, turned around suddenly and said, "Jo."
"My name, it's Jo, by the way."
"Oh, right, You already know my name, but you can call me Charlie, if you like. Nice to meet you, Jo." I held my hand out. He took it and shook it.
"Pleasure was mine, Charlie."
So, what did you think? Did you like it? What could I improve? I'm open to suggestions! I really appreciate people reviewing, but just the fact that people read my writing makes me giddy inside! (But it's even better if you review ;D) Sorry Nate didn't make an appearance in this chapter, but he will in the next chapter, I promise! And it won't be in the way you'd expect...