charliehearst

[charliehearst]

trippwright‌:

“I think Christmas break chiseled out a chunk of my soul.” The statement fell matter-of-factly, twisting around the curls of smoke and his visible breath in the cold air. Perhaps in a former life he’d been a canary, his mother’s insistence that they spend her half of their vacation in Aspen had chilled him to the marrow, Tripp was certain that there were parts of him that had not yet defrosted. He’d only gone for apres ski and the opportunity to zag down summits in a sleek new Moncler jacket. They’d been back on campus for the better part of three weeks, but he’d kept to himself, not quite feeling like barging into conversations and school life with his usual ferocity. After another reflective drag, he craned his head up, thoughtfully offering the cigarette to the person beside him. “You happy to be back?”

It was times like this Charlie—albeit rarely—felt invisible. Tripp was at times dazed, protected inside his own little realm of reality so that anyone around him would naturally wonder if the boy was talking to them or himself. He made an effort to poke this bubble, barging in to his personal space. “Chiselled might be a good look for you but mawkish, not so much, Wright.” Charlie accepted the cigarette between forefinger and thumb, preferring comfort over unspoken tradition. “Not happy, not sad. Not in-between either.” It was an irritating response but perfect for the likes of his companion. “I’m happy to see certain faces but the routine of this all kind of detracts from the joy of seeing your face, I’m not going to lie.”

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miller-bergdorf‌:

“She’s not a fun-sucker.” Miller scoffed, “She’s just a concerned parent. Someone has to be.” She added softly and under her breath, knowing that regardless of her mother’s words and actions, she only meant the best. Watching Charlie start to hit a soft jog, brought an amused expression to the blonde’s face. Following behind, walking instead of running, she continued to be entertained by his spontaneity. “Listen, as much as I would love to join you on this sporty quest of yours, these shoes were not designed for running.” She explained, extending her foot forward to showcase her brand new pair of booties that completed her outfit perfectly. “Now, if we go indoors somewhere to play a sport, I might be willing to take them off. But only for you.” Miller smiled, gently patting the tall boy’s shoulder, as she finally managed to catch up to him.

With Miller’s direction, Charlie rested his eyes upon the devastating choice of footwear. There was a genuine sadness then that washed over the minute features of his face, almost comical next to the radiating blonde. “Ah, but outdoor sports are so much better,” he noted, although he finally nodded in defeat. “Fine, let’s head to the gymnasium then. I’m sure we can hire out the basketball court or something. Unless you’re more of a squash or badminton gal.” With a wink, Charlie placed his hand on Miller’s lower back, guiding her back along the altered path before them.

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miller-bergdorf‌:

Listening to him sing the familiar song brought a grin to the girl’s face. “You’re an excellent singer.” She teased, bumping into his side gently. “I’ve heard that song a lot recently too. I like it. It puts me in a good mood.” Miller smiled, before feeling his hand pull away from hers, causing the slightest of frowns to take over her features before her smile appeared back where it belonged. “Yikes, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I don’t think you have a future in the NBA. I wouldn’t quit my day job if I were you, Charlie Hearst.”

“So you’re better with your feet, huh?” She replied with a raise of her brow, “Are you a secret soccer star? I’ve never played a sport, you know. I wanted to when I was younger, but Eleanor wouldn’t hear of it.” Miller explained, her tone overdramatic and overprotective, just like her darling mother.

“I don’t know if I like the song, but it’s there,” Charlie shrugged before his coy grin drooped into a frown. “Well that goes my career plan. I guess I’ll just have to stick to being a great singer then. We can’t all be multi-talented.” The thought of Miller’s mother shunning her active pursuits painted all too vivid of an image that he could barely tell it was his imagination. “Eleanor’s a fun-sucker. Girls need to play sports too. Did you know the statistics of young girls who stop playing sports once they start going through puberty? It’s a shame.” His feminist insights were cut short upon the interruption of an idea. “How about we go play some sports now then?” Charlie began to jog ahead, looking behind his shoulder once to ensure the blonde was tagging behind.

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miller-bergdorf‌:

Feeling Charlie’s hand reach for her own caused her heart to flutter and butterflies to instantly make their presence known in her stomach. It was almost an instinct to move her hand away, thinking that he must have just accidentally bumped her. But once their fingers interlocked together, Miller realized it was no accident. She knew that the color of her cheeks was bright red and there was no way to hide it from him. The blonde tried her best to play it as cool as she possibly could. “Of course, you’re welcome to a nice leisurely stroll. Not a single complaint from me.” She replied as her gaze remained on the pavement under their feet, forgetting all about the fact that she was about to start complaining about the weather. She was just happy to be here in this moment with the boy next to her. Miller knew that she was reading too much into his small gesture, but she couldn’t help herself from letting her mind wander off. “What are you thinking about?” She wondered aloud, feeling the normal color return to her cheeks, she figured it was safe to bring her gaze up and over to meet Charlie’s once again.

“Thanks for that. I really appreciate it,” Charlie responded, tone laced with sarcasm. Surprisingly, his gesture didn’t render their situation odd or uncomfortable. He didn’t know what he expected nor could he have gauged Miller’s reaction beyond ruling out rejection. “I have a song stuck in my head.” A few lines of Yellow Hearts by Ant Saunders was sung out in a quick, soft falsetto. “I don’t know who it’s by but I keep hearing it everywhere.” Their hand-holding was relinquished then for the sole purpose of his attempt at a free-throw, coffee to trashcan. The paper cup bounced off the rim and onto the ground in his defeat. “Bad shot,” Charlie scoffed, jogging over to fix his mistake. “I guess this is why I’m better with my feet.”

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miller-bergdorf‌:

She let out a soft laugh at the words that came from his mouth, before nodding in agreement, “You’re right, let me try again. I absolutely couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, Charlie.” Miller expressed overdramatically, her words tainted with sincerity. “How was that? Convincing enough for you?” She asked with a raise of her eyebrow. Her eyes scanned the room upon hearing his observation of their location. “This seems like the perfect place to people watch. There would be no way I’d ever get any work done here. I’d just sit and watch everyone.” The girl smiled contently, continuing to observe her surroundings. Without a word, her arms slipped back into her jacket and grabbed her belongings, before following Charlie’s lead to exit the warm environment. The January air hit her skin causing an instant chill to be sent through her entire body, “Where to now, sir?”

Despite other aspects of his life, what Charlie carried around Daleton remained minimal—a small notebook and clipped pen in his back pocket. It was enough for him to pass his classes with flying colours but barely adequate in containing the millions of ideas and thoughts that saturated his mind daily. “You’re asking me as if I would know.” With his coffee in one hand, which was now being diligently worked on, his other hand reached down for Miller’s. It was a subtle move, smooth enough to falsely indicate that they’d done this before. The truth in it was that it seemed like a good idea to Charlie, first and foremost as a barrier against any rumours that may have started to spread about him and another blonde. “Can’t a guy just have a nice stroll around here?”

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miller-bergdorf‌:

Miller listened intently as Charlie expressed his feelings about New Year’s resolutions. All of the words coming out of his mouth were without a doubt true, and she knew it. She thought about her past resolutions, as well as past resolutions that her father had made to their family that he failed miserably to keep. The memories that flooded her mind made her smile fade and shifted her mood ever so slightly. “I know most people never keep up with their resolutions, I’m guilty of that, but that’s the good thing about them though. At least people have intentions of doing something good or something different with their year.” Putting an optimistic spin on something that caused the girl sadness wasn’t rare, it was one of the few ways that she could cope with the feeling. Hearing his question immediately made her cheeks turn red as she lowered her gaze down at the table. “Well, thanks to our parents, we have known each other for this long.” She replied playfully, before bringing her vision back up to him with a grin. “So, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

He couldn’t tell whether he’d offended Miller in some way but the thought remained a fleeting one, knowing the blonde’s personality. “Thanks to them?” His jesting was usually cautious with her; the singsong tone to his words indicating nothing but humour. “That’s when you’re supposed to say, I don’t want to lose you, Charlie. Or something of that nature to convince me.” He’d only had a single sip of his caffeinated beverage before deciding on a switch of scenery. “I don’t know how people study or read books here. I’m already unwillingly tuning in to other people’s conversations,” Charlie complained. “Let’s get going.”

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miller-bergdorf‌:

“I wouldn’t say that I’m a designer at all.” Miller explained with a shake of her head, “It’s just something new that I tried and liked, but I doubt anything will even come of it.” Shaking the idea off quickly before she allowed herself to think too deeply into it. Raising her eyebrow slightly as she listened to his words, “I highly doubt you’re not as interesting as people think you are.” She replied sincerely with a genuine look on her face. Nodding slowly, Miller started to think more about their topic of conversation, “You know, I don’t think people really do things for fun anymore. It’s weird. We should find a hobby or something that we like to do for fun.” The girl announced with a grin, “Now, don’t ask what the hobby will be. I have no idea.” She explained, taking a sip from the warm drink, still feeling the chill on her body from their walk. “It can be a 2020 New Years’ resolution to find something to do for fun,” Miller suggested with a playful shrug glancing up from her cup and over at Charlie.

“Well,” he began, “I don’t know much about your designing abilities but from what I can tell, you’re good at dressing yourself, you’ve got a well-curated media presence... Designing in whatever form isn’t probably too far off from what I’ve seen.” Millers words, even if a mere nicety, stirred him into a smile. “You’re right, that was a lie. I’m quite interesting.”

His gaze lowered to his single-use cup of coffee, untouched. “You can’t do that. That’s an incomplete suggestion. Besides, New Years resolutions are rarely achieved. People just promise themselves those things to make themselves feel better about their shitty year gone.” It wasn’t atypical of Charlie to often appear cold and brooding. However, the shadow of a grin remained on his face in Miller’s company. “And what makes you think I’ll stick with you for a whole year to see that through?”

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miller-bergdorf‌:

Miller’s eyebrows immediately shot up upon hearing Charlie’s question. He was right, he never really had asked much about her in all the time that she had spent with him. “Apart from all the insta stuff?” She reiterated his words, reaching for her drink as her name was called. Taking a seat at one of the open tables, she continued to think through his question. "I don’t know, I hang out with my friends, shop, and I try to read as often as I can.“ She explained, trying to answer his question as fully as she could, enjoying the idea that Charlie had taken some kind of interest in the type of person that she was. "I’ve even tried to design a couple of things for some brands that have reached out to me. It’s actually been pretty cool, and something brand new for me.” Miller explained, before laughing as she stopped herself. “That was probably a lot more than you wanted to know. What about yourself, Mr. Hearst? You’re always so mysterious.” The blonde said with a soft smile appearing on her face.

Miller’s initial answer hadn’t provided any shock factor that Charlie might have secretly desired. He didn’t indicate any physical form of a response, seemingly more committed to the coffee he had to retrieve from the barista. “You’re a designer now?” With a levitated brow, he redundantly blew the scathing beverage in hand. “Mysterious,” he repeated softly, finding a seat next to the windows. “I don’t mean to be. But maybe it’s because I’m not as interesting as people assume. Don’t tell anyone I said that though.” Charlie pondered, but it wasn’t for long as he realised he shouldn’t have asked such a broad question, often reaping answers of little substance from most people. “I eat, I sleep, I even sweat sometimes. That’s what I do, but probably not for fun. I don’t know if I do a lot of things for fun.”

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miller-bergdorf‌:

“Let’s go, slowpoke!” She hollered back at Charlie, hitting a soft jog as the coffee shop came into view. A giggle escaped her lips as she reached the door, pushing through it and entering into the warm inviting atmosphere. “Took you long enough to catch up.” The blonde teased, grabbing a spot in line as her hazel eyes browsed over the lengthy menu before them. “I think I’ll just get a hot chocolate, with extra whip cream.” The grin on her face was child-like as they moved up to the counter, “What are you going to get?” Miller asked, turning her focus over to him.

Their destination was a popular spot among the students of Daleton, albeit one of a handful of choices. The warmer air calmed the goosebumps along Charlie’s skin as they melded into the crowd of caffeine-deprived bodies. “I’m watching my weight,” he jested with a rub of his abdomen. “No coffee this time? Are you like sensitive to caffeine and get really jittery if you have more than one?” He left her query unanswered until they approached the counter.

“Long black, thanks.” With Miller’s order attached, he paid for both of their beverages before scuttling aside to wait for their names to be called. “What do you do for fun? You know, apart from all that Insta stuff.” He paused, contemplating his question from left field. “I just don’t think I’ve ever asked much about you in between us hanging out like this.”

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jolieabbott‌:

“You’d be so lucky.” Cautious, even miles from sober. It figured. The currency at Daleton was reputation and status; certain mannerisms were ingrained to ensure both were protected. She took a longer drag than he had, nodding and leaning back against wall. “We’re poisoning ourselves in more ways than one.” They stayed like that for some time, back and forth, chasing the end of the joint. When she smiled, this time it seemed more genuine. “You ready, Hearst?” 

Charlie found solace in more than one similarity between the girl and himself — ambiguous ramblings, intriguing miens that drew strangers in. They were subtle and in some senses insignificant, but it was noticeable. Perhaps those were some of the reasons why he chose to keep her company.

After they’d finished the joint between them, he nodded. “I think that’s the part where I say, ‘I was born ready’.” The roach fell to the floor, crushed by the weight of his foot. “Ladies first.”

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emehoult‌:

“Oh really? I do love jokes about twins.. Please tell me more” she quirked,  having always enjoyed a lighthearted joke at her brothers expense. Her brows lifted lightly at the slight pressure on her cup, the female taking his advice but not quite with the same vigour Charlie displayed. “Oh I don’t ? Is drunk by midnight a prerequisite for the monsters to come out?” Eme wondered, finishing off her drink and setting her empty cup down. “It’s lovely to meet you Charlie.. What do you say we make this drinking a little more interesting.”

“Oh, no, the joke was my asking whether he had a twin. It was contextual, don’t worry about it.” His features mellowed into a more stern demeanor, giving effect to his next few words. “The monsters are already out. They wear Louis Vuitton and Off White and all the collaborations in between. But being drunk by midnight is a prerequisite, just period.” Eyebrows were raised. “I’m listening.”

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miller-bergdorf‌:

Before she knew it, Charlie had collected his belongings and was ready to leave the library. Miller nodded, silently agreeing to his suggestion for the two to take a break, before shooting him a look as she continued to pack her books right back into her bag. “Alright, drama queen. Let’s go and get you a coffee.” The blonde teased, patting him on the back as they pushed their way through the two large doors, leading out into the cold December air.

“Good.” It was a childish nod that followed, one that could be seen on any child that had just gotten their way. He hadn’t expected otherwise, however, as Miller seemed always cheery and willing to cater towards Charlie’s needs. “You need another coffee or you good?” Even dressed for the cold weather, the thick coat that draped his shoulders appeared to do little in terms of shielding him away from frostbite. “Maybe this was a mistake,” he muttered, although they were already too close to their destination to turn back.

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miller-bergdorf‌:

Listening to his answer, she nodded her head glancing down at her notebook, reading a sentence or two off of the page. “Only two left?” She replied, “That’s not too bad. And even better if you feel ready to take them. That’s always a good feeling.” A warm grin spread across her face before answering his question, “I only have one left, thankfully, but I still have a paper to finish, so that’s no fun.” Miller shrugged, fiddling with the pencil in her hand.

Books closed shut, Charlie lethargically stood from his seat. “Let’s take a break,” he suggested, despite Miller just having joined him and clearly having her own share of work to complete. “You can get me that coffee you so inconsiderately forgot.” Words were laced with the usual jest that existed between them. “And I could get some fresh air. It smells like centuries of the virginities of scholars in here. And old librarians.”

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jolieabbott‌:

Inebriated, the recklessness she’d inherited from her father simmered to the surface. “How else would a poor girl make coin? Other than turning tricks.” His ‘you’ll owe me’ would have stirred a bolder reaction at any other time; for now however, the blonde appeared to agree to his terms. “I don’t do anything in halves, but-” there was a slight sway to her step when she leaned in, tapping lightly on the proffered joint. “First, we have some smoking to do.” 

“And this won’t be one of your tricks?” Syllables escaped in mumbles as the joint balanced between lips. “I’m not against treating a pretty girl but my generosity is sorely lacking tonight. Must be all the fumes and idiots.” With an embossed lighter flicked, Charlie inhaled before he passed the joint to his companion. “You’re welcome, Blondie.”

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remihawthorne‌:

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It was a stall in their moment and even slight, he couldn’t help but grow more impatient. Charlie laid back, forearms cushioning his head as he awaited Remi’s return. An infectious grin dominated his features as the foil packet landed against his abdomen. “I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.” With the condom floating between his index and middle finger, he got to his feet as his expression relaxed into a more placate state. He stopped inches away from the blonde, his breath hot against her skin. Lips were pressed to hers once, lightly, once more on her sternum, before descending down her bare, standing body. As he got to his knees, Charlie looked up once more and then the condom was discarded beside him, at least for the moment. “I told you I should be the one getting down on my knees,” and with that, the boy found a familiar warmth between her legs, pressed against his ears.

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remihawthorne‌:

Her motions match Charlie’s: feverish, wandering, the tips of digits dipping beneath fabric to graze the stretch of his torso, nails gingerly scraping flesh, a pattern that had been routine a few years prior when their future appeared pearlescent and had yet to be tarnished. The stall of his touch prompts a thick swallow, desire slowing her motions to something honeyed, Remi wedges space between them for a few moments, long enough to discard her shirt to the floor, bronze skin now interrupted solely by ivory lace. 

There was little hesitation before Charlie mirrored her advances as his own clothing joined hers in piles, strewn across the floor. Time slowed as he consumed every inch of her appearance, from flesh to fingertips. And then he wanted the soft touch of her lips again, until that wasn’t enough. He removed his boxer briefs almost clumsily, as if they hadn’t done this many times before. Without sight to guide him, Charlie reached for the bedside drawer, relying solely on touch to feel something familiar. Coming up empty, he propped himself up. “Where are they?”

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remihawthorne‌:

The notches of her spine tug back as she arches into his touch until there is little but fabric between their silhouettes. His syllables are honeyed, saccharine to a velvet tongue and her mouth is quirking upwards, peering at the male through heavy lids and a lifted brow, “is that so?” Words are murmured to the warmth of copper skin, her mouth trailing the edge of his jaw, “I thought you wanted to be worshipped, Hearst.” The edges of teeth graze the curve of his throat briefly, replaced by the swell of her mouth, the blonde sucking briefly with the intentions to bruise: she wished to marr so he’d remember, them, them like this, when he was undressing the next day, when a nameless girl questions it’s source. She pulls back, features glowing seraphic, amusement flashing to the onyx of pupils as she meets his gaze.

It was an ironic sentiment which he kept buried deep and refused to let it come into fruition—he didn’t want Remi’s unconditional adoration, at least not in the way he desired it from others. He wanted to live as a formidable force; a king in his own castle revered by those outside his walls. But her—he wanted her beside his throne, if only it would have worked out in the way he’d wanted. Feverish, Charlie didn’t wait long to cradle her back into him, lips rejoining. His callused fingers glided up and down all garments clad to the body he cherished. Yet no clothing was removed, only an unclasped bra strap which he paused after, eyes searching for permission to continue.