Confusion
Chapter 4
"Andy- relationship?" Charlotte whispers sleepily, caressing her thumb against his cheekbone. He nods, pulling the slim girl closer. "How about our shopping tomorrow is our first date?"
"S-sure." She whisper, laying her head on his chest. It's weird for Charlotte, sleeping with someone. No. Not having sex, that's different. Sleeping in the same bed with someone, cuddling and holding each other is more intimate than the three times she ever had sex. Andy lazily traces over her two tattoos, the one of a dying rose on her wrist and as his fingers trace over the owl on her upper thigh. Her breath hitches as his hand travels a little further up than her thigh, grazing over her ass as it comes to rest on her lower back.
"So- am I y-your girlfriend?" Charlotte whispers, looking into Andy's half-closed sleepy blue eyes. He nods, placing a kiss on her plump lips before laying his head back down on the pillow. "Yes, Charlotte."
"How are you-" he cuts her off with the sleepy whisper to sleep. And she does, the best sleep she's gotten in years.
"I'm just curious..." Andy looks over at her, swinging their clasped hands as he makes his way to Spencer's. "How did you afford your tattoos?"
Charlotte messes with her tongue ring Andy had just taken her to get, still getting used to the feeling of metal being in her mouth. This was the exact question she was hoping to never have to answer, for the answer is far too disgraceful to ever share. Andy notices her quietness and his smile fades, "Charlotte, is everything alright?"
She sighs, knowing it had to get out eventually, "I sold myself for the one on my wrist since I didn't have enough money. The other one the man pitied me and I worked for him a bit at his shop a few days afterwards..."
Andy looks to her in shock, his features suddenly becoming worried as he brings her over to the food court to sit down. "By sold yourself you mean-"
"Another kid who was adopted by a rich family said he would pay me to have sex with him and I did it so I could get the tattoo..." She looks down at her rose, "and it was worth it. My mother's name was rose and she passed away of cancer when I was five. I still remember watching the lively and happy women that would play with me all day sink into a hollow shell of who she once was."
"I-I'm sorry Charlotte." Andy whispers, running his thumb over her now shaking hand. She sighs, "well, it's all over now I guess... Can't do anything about the past."
"Was that the last time you had sex?" Andy asks, looking into her eyes with worry flooding his magnificent blues. Charlotte mumbles a yes and looks away, embarrassed by what she just admitted.
"Was that your first time?" Andy whispers, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. Charlotte shakes her head slowly, putting her hand against his. "My third."
"well, I can guarantee that your fourth will be much better." He winks at the girl, allowing her lips to land on his quickly before the couple stand and resume shopping. Charlotte looks up at Andy as they walk into hot topic, "how are you going to tell your band that the girl you adopted is now your girlfriend?"
"I- just tell them I guess... They're pretty accepting people." He shrugs, making his way to look at the t-shirts. Charlotte picks a pair of black jeans and one pair of shorts from the front of the store before heading back to where Andy was looking at a few women's t-shirts.
"You should get this one." He smirks, pulling out a very low cut v-neck. Charlotte rolls her eyes, picking out two band shirts before walking to the cashier as they pay for the clothes.
"Hey, so I don't know if you really want to come with me while I-" Andy cuts her off by walking into Aerie, pulling her in there by the hand. Charlotte giggles as Andy comes up behind her as she begins to look at the panties on the table. His breath is warm against her neck as he whispers in his deep, seductive voice, "that thong you were wearing last night was so hot."
"well, it's the only one I have." She chuckles, picking up a pair of boy shorts. Andy grabs a few lacy pairs with a smirk before heading over to the bra section and pulling a major push up bra in a 34D. "This is your size, right?"
"I'll take that as a compliment, but no. 32C." Charlotte giggles, grabbing a plain bra from the sale section, not wanting Andy to spend too much money on her. Andy, however, has another idea. He takes a few lacy and revealing bras off the racks in her size for his girlfriend to try on, a smirk on his kissable lips. As she heads back into the dressing room Andy says smugly, "can I come in and watch or do I get a fashion show?"
"Nope, maybe at home later." With that, the former orphan turns into the cramped dressing room and begins to try on the bras, ending up finding two that fit. That's all she really needs anyways.
"S-sure." She whisper, laying her head on his chest. It's weird for Charlotte, sleeping with someone. No. Not having sex, that's different. Sleeping in the same bed with someone, cuddling and holding each other is more intimate than the three times she ever had sex. Andy lazily traces over her two tattoos, the one of a dying rose on her wrist and as his fingers trace over the owl on her upper thigh. Her breath hitches as his hand travels a little further up than her thigh, grazing over her ass as it comes to rest on her lower back.
"So- am I y-your girlfriend?" Charlotte whispers, looking into Andy's half-closed sleepy blue eyes. He nods, placing a kiss on her plump lips before laying his head back down on the pillow. "Yes, Charlotte."
"How are you-" he cuts her off with the sleepy whisper to sleep. And she does, the best sleep she's gotten in years.
"I'm just curious..." Andy looks over at her, swinging their clasped hands as he makes his way to Spencer's. "How did you afford your tattoos?"
Charlotte messes with her tongue ring Andy had just taken her to get, still getting used to the feeling of metal being in her mouth. This was the exact question she was hoping to never have to answer, for the answer is far too disgraceful to ever share. Andy notices her quietness and his smile fades, "Charlotte, is everything alright?"
She sighs, knowing it had to get out eventually, "I sold myself for the one on my wrist since I didn't have enough money. The other one the man pitied me and I worked for him a bit at his shop a few days afterwards..."
Andy looks to her in shock, his features suddenly becoming worried as he brings her over to the food court to sit down. "By sold yourself you mean-"
"Another kid who was adopted by a rich family said he would pay me to have sex with him and I did it so I could get the tattoo..." She looks down at her rose, "and it was worth it. My mother's name was rose and she passed away of cancer when I was five. I still remember watching the lively and happy women that would play with me all day sink into a hollow shell of who she once was."
"I-I'm sorry Charlotte." Andy whispers, running his thumb over her now shaking hand. She sighs, "well, it's all over now I guess... Can't do anything about the past."
"Was that the last time you had sex?" Andy asks, looking into her eyes with worry flooding his magnificent blues. Charlotte mumbles a yes and looks away, embarrassed by what she just admitted.
"Was that your first time?" Andy whispers, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. Charlotte shakes her head slowly, putting her hand against his. "My third."
"well, I can guarantee that your fourth will be much better." He winks at the girl, allowing her lips to land on his quickly before the couple stand and resume shopping. Charlotte looks up at Andy as they walk into hot topic, "how are you going to tell your band that the girl you adopted is now your girlfriend?"
"I- just tell them I guess... They're pretty accepting people." He shrugs, making his way to look at the t-shirts. Charlotte picks a pair of black jeans and one pair of shorts from the front of the store before heading back to where Andy was looking at a few women's t-shirts.
"You should get this one." He smirks, pulling out a very low cut v-neck. Charlotte rolls her eyes, picking out two band shirts before walking to the cashier as they pay for the clothes.
"Hey, so I don't know if you really want to come with me while I-" Andy cuts her off by walking into Aerie, pulling her in there by the hand. Charlotte giggles as Andy comes up behind her as she begins to look at the panties on the table. His breath is warm against her neck as he whispers in his deep, seductive voice, "that thong you were wearing last night was so hot."
"well, it's the only one I have." She chuckles, picking up a pair of boy shorts. Andy grabs a few lacy pairs with a smirk before heading over to the bra section and pulling a major push up bra in a 34D. "This is your size, right?"
"I'll take that as a compliment, but no. 32C." Charlotte giggles, grabbing a plain bra from the sale section, not wanting Andy to spend too much money on her. Andy, however, has another idea. He takes a few lacy and revealing bras off the racks in her size for his girlfriend to try on, a smirk on his kissable lips. As she heads back into the dressing room Andy says smugly, "can I come in and watch or do I get a fashion show?"
"Nope, maybe at home later." With that, the former orphan turns into the cramped dressing room and begins to try on the bras, ending up finding two that fit. That's all she really needs anyways.
Notes
meh. migraines suck. thank you for all the feedback... i dont feel good so my grammar sucks. bye-C
update!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 please. i love your stories.
1/13/15