but the heart wants what it wants

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    Charlotte Lynn Winter ☾

    Charlotte noticed him brushing off his own issues once more. She blinked but decided not to pry. She knew that if he wanted to talk about it, he would open up to her eventually. A giggle escaped her pink lips as he picked a leaf out of her hair. She kissed his cheek and then laid on the edge of the bed beside him, her blue gaze meeting his. She gently ran her fingertips up and down his arm. She sang along with the song and seemed to get lost in the moment. She blinked and looked up at him with a warm smile. She jumped up and hugged him tightly, squeaking. She looked at him lovingly. "After I shower, want me to make us some food? I can make up for you giving up Tony's chicken fingers." Charlotte giggled and then stood, stretching out her petite yet curvy body. She hummed with contentment, sighing. She smiled at her best friend, kissing his forehead before skipping into the bathroom. She kept the door cracked, like usual. She stripped off her dirty clothes and tossed them into the hamper. She turned on the hot water and slipped into the shower. She let her body soak up the hot water and she sang, her voice melodic and sweet. She sang Arsonist's Lullaby by Hoizer, one of her favorites. She sang as she washed her hair and her body. She got out of the shower a few minutes later, still singing the song. She giggled and danced around the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, loving the taste of her watermelon toothpaste. She walked out once she was finished brushing her teeth, her towel wrapped around her petite body. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.


               

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    nicholas michael stonem//seventeen//human


    Nico didn't mean to brush her off, but luckily she understood and didn't pry. She knew better than that.

    When she skipped into the bathroom and he heard her turn the shower on, he let himself fall back onto the bed. He stared up at the ceiling fan and watched it spin.

    The next song that played was Sappy by Nirvana. He played it loud enough to make the room tremble so he could erase the word outside. Immersed in the cocoon of sound and washed in the pale morning light, Nico could imagine he was the last person on Earth. Well, him and Charlotte.

    But after a while, the music wasn't enough. He was hit by his dark thoughts and the voices began to speak up again.

    He'd be okay for a few days, but then it would just hit him all over again and he'd stop functioning. He felt stuck to the bed; his limbs too heavy to pick up. The bad thoughts danced in his mind.

    The voices told him, "Poor thing. No one would probably notice if you vanished. Everyone will forget about you soon. You don't matter. Your existence is redundant."

    Turning off his music, Nico continued to lay there and try to force the thoughts out of his head. But then he heard Charlotte's sweet, angelic voice. She was singing a beautiful song that drowned out the voices better than any punk rock song he could listen to.

    When Charlotte exited the bathroom, he was still staring upward. But then he sat up and blinked several times at her. She was wearing only a towel and it was all he could think about in that moment.

    "What kind of food did you have in mind? Because I'm starving." He chuckled awkwardly as his stomach growled.


    Charlotte Lynn Winter ☾

    Charlotte ran a hand through her wet hair as she approached her dresser, going through her drawers in search of panties she wanted to wear. She heard his question and she turned to face him, a thoughtful look on her face. "I could always make us Ratatouille. You always loved French food." Charlotte said with a sweet smile on her pink lips. She picked out her panties and then searched through her pajama drawer, knowing they probably wouldn't go anywhere. "Orrrr, I could make us some potato soup and we can chill out on the couch and play some games." Charlotte giggled as she searched through her pajama drawer. She found the pair she liked and then skipped to the bathroom. She left the door slightly ajar, like always. She changed into her panties and pajamas, pulling her wet curls into a messy bun. She inhaled and stepped out of the bathroom, sitting beside her best friend on the edge of the bed. She curled one leg in and looked down at him with a tilted head. "What do you want to eat, Nico? I'm an excellent cook so whatever you want, I'll most likely want." Charlotte giggled as her nose scrunched up in a cute way. She playfully shoved him with a innocent giggle. "Come on, smile for me. You've been so down lately and it makes me sad." Charlotte's lips formed a pout.


               

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    nicholas michael stonem//seventeen//human


    Nico offered a curt smile in return.

    "Sorry." He mumbled, like he always did. He was constantly apologizing.

    He then told her, "A gourmet grilled cheese would be perfect. One with feta cheese, tomatoes, mushrooms, and spinach."

    Standing from the bed, he looked down at Charlotte and offered a faint smile. He stood there in the semidarkness, tall and slim as the silhouette of a dead tree. He had almost a childlike innocence in his eyes that matched Charlotte's. If only they knew...

    Reaching his hand out, he waited for her to take it. When her smooth hand slid into his rough and calloused one, he brought his blue eyes up into hers. For a moment, there was a small spark of recognition. Though it was gone in an instant, before it ever begun. Though for some reason, that moment seemed to have struck a nerve.

    Leading her downstairs, taking each step one at a time, he kept a watchful eye on her. He always wondered what she was thinking. He could never pinpoint her exact thoughts, so most of what she said caught him by surprise. No matter how well he knew her, he wasn't a mind reader by any means.

    Once inside of the kitchen, he went for the fridge; grabbing the necessary ingredients. He planned on helping her cook, of course.

    "I've got a student council meeting after school today, but I may just tell them I'm sick. Though I can't miss the basketball game tonight." There was no way he could do that to his team. Tonight was a big game and he hoped Charlotte would attend.

    "I want you to be there." He said after setting the ingredients down onto the counter. He then grabbed the bread and began to butter it.

    "And yes, you are coming to the after party." He raised an eyebrow at her; daring her to protest. There was no way he could survive the party without her.



    Charlotte Lynn Winter ☾

    Charlotte smiled as he told her what he wanted to eat. It was simple enough for a talented cook such as her. She taught herself how to cook and bake. She would also watch Hell's Kitchen. Which a five year old shouldn't have been watching but she practically raised herself. Her father was so wrapped up with her step-mother and their new little family, Charlotte was pushed to the shadows. The teen didn't resent her siblings, they couldn't help what their parents did. Charlotte felt resentment toward her father and step-mother. Sure, she still loved them. But she didn't think they could ever forgive them for what they did to her. It's the reason Charlotte is so anxious. She's so afraid of being shoved back into the shadows by someone she loves for someone better.


    Charlotte looked up at her best friend and his soft gaze made all the demons swallowing her thoughts run away. She gently placed her hand in his, his friendship seeming to be the only thing weighing her to this world. She let him lead her downstairs. He was careful, knowing how clumsy she was. He always did make sure he went first anytime they went up or down stairs. She huffed at the thought. She liked to think she could be a strong independent woman... some day. Today was not that day. Charlotte hummed as she skipped over to the kitchen, knowing her best friend was going to help. She pulled her blonde curls into a messy bun, what she did every time she cooked or baked. She grabbed her phone, playing some music over the speaker. She kept it soft enough to where she could still hear Nico. Bellyache by Billie Eilish began to play and she smiled widely. She rummaged around the kitchen, grabbing everything she needed to cook Nico what he wanted. Cooking and baking seemed to be one of the only things that could calm her anxiety. Same thing with dancing, singing, and cleaning. Nico knew this. She looked over as Nico helped her grabbed some of the ingredients and she giggled, watching him butter the bread. Then, she heard his words.


    "Nico, I'll go to the game. I've never missed one, you know that. Also now that I'm a cheerleader, I'm obligated to go. But I can't go to the after party. I just..." Charlotte huffed, blowing a loose piece of hair out of her face. She didn't have a good reason not to go. She hated going to parties. They always ended badly when she was there, she wasn't sure why. She turned on the stove and placed the pan over the flame, biting her bottom lip hard.