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Charlotte Webber, 26
Matt Polster, 29
::disclaimer::
all characters in this story are fictitous.
any resemblance to anyone in real life
is purely coincidental.
you have to read it from the bottom up
(this means from the first post to the most recent).
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Thursday, April 28, 2005
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Matt was already at the shop but Charlotte nor her mother was there. It was nearly 9 and some of the workers have already arrived too. Maybe something was holding the two ladies up. Matt decided to sit down on the rough pavement and start on his new sketch of Charlotte. He wanted to finish what he first started.
"That's a very pretty girl," one of the workers said as he glanced at what Matt was doing, "Can you introduce her to me?"
Both Matt and the worker laughed. "You will find a better one. This girl is mine," Matt replied.
"Ooh, touchy," the worker said and went off to see his buddies and leave Matt alone to finish the sketch.
Finally, after 15 minutes, a black Chevy pulled up in front of the shop and Mrs Webber and Charlotte alighted from the passenger side of the car. Mrs Webber immediately opened the shop to let the workers while Charlotte just smiled at Matt. She looked radiant and happy.
"Alright boys. Don't get all grumpy now. We have a shop to finish. Opening day is two days from now and we need to get this started!" Mrs Webber said as the workers followed her.
Matt just stood outside and watched Charlotte smiling at him. All he could do was just to wave at her.
"Hey Charlotte," Matt finally worked up the courage to say as he tucked the drawing back into this pack. Before Charlotte could say anything back to Matt, Matt noticed the driver came out and called Charlotte to his side. Matt frowned.
He didn't recognise the driver but the way Charlotte acted with him... Matt just felt a little uncomfortable. It was as though she knew him really well and they were laughing, hugging and the driver even gave her a peck on the cheek before getting back into his car! Matt never felt this way before... soon he realised it was jealousy.
After the Chevy pulled away, Charlotte smiled and walked back towards Matt. She never looked that happy before. Matt started to think, maybe that guy was her boyfriend or her new lover or her new...
"...Matt?" Charlotte called, interrupting his jealous sprint of thoughts, "Are you ok?"
Matt nodded, "Yeah. Fine. That was a sweet ride. Not sure about the man but sweet ride."
Charlotte laughed, "Really? It's my..."
"...yeah, I know. Must be your boyfriend. He's nothing much without his ride. Bet you'll date me if I had a ride like that," Matt said, trying to make it sound funny.
"And where would you get the money to pay for the ride?" Charlotte asked, "Besides, you have a neat scooter too."
"But no chick would be impressed by that huh? I'm just a painter. Prolly your boyfriend is some rich banker or some shit like that," Matt said, suddenly realising he said that in spite.
Charlotte playfully slap him on the arm, "Matt, remember you just got back into my good books. Don't ruin yourself and go back into the other book. You better go back up to finish the banner or else I'll start docking your pay."
As Charlotte skipped into the shop, Matt forced a smile. He didn't know what he was feeling? A little hint of jealousy and some spite. Maybe Charlotte didn't think of him as the type she would go out with.
"I should just be back home screwing the life out of Eva then," Matt thought to himself as he made his way up the ladder to complete the banner but all he could think about was to try to talk to Charlotte.
and the story continues
on...