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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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Monday, May 02, 2005
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The evening sun made everything look so surreal and beautiful. Charlotte took some time to relax from her packing to look out at the sunset. The workers are almost done with the shop and it was time to stock the place up with furniture and supplies. The times were going to be busy and Charlotte enjoyed this little distraction from all her problems. She had her mother to thank for it.
"Charlotte?" Matt called as he waved his hands in front of her eyes. Charlotte woke up from her daze and smiled at Matt.
"Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I'm done with it. You wanna look?" Matt asked. Charlotte nodded and followed Matt up to the roof. She gasped when she saw the beautiful work he had done.
"This is beautiful, Matt. Thank you," Charlotte said.
"Glad you like it. Shall I help you put it up?" Matt asked. Charlotte nodded and watched as he carefully placed the banner up in front of the shop.
"Good, all done. Now, if you need me to come back and do yearly maintenance, you can reach me at this number," Matt said as he passed Charlotte his card, "It's my home address and number if you were wondering."
Charlotte looked at it and smiled, "So can I call you... even if it's not for maintenance or rather a maintenance of our friendship?"
Matt nodded, "That is greatly welcomed too." Charlotte then remembered that he had to be paid for the great work. She rushed back into the shop and pulled out the money set aside for the banner work.
"Here you go, $250. Please check if it's all there before you go," Charlotte said. Matt didn't and immediately tucked the money into his pocket.
"I trust you Charlotte. All the best for your shop," Matt said.
"Do come for the opening. I'm sure my customers would like to speak to the great artist who did my banner," Charlotte replied. Matt agreed and walked away. He felt as though he left a part of him beside Charlotte and prayed that she would call him.
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After Matt left, Charlotte tried to get back to mending her shop. Her mother had been busy with the supplies and making sure that they had enough stuff for the opening day. Charlotte hadn't seen her all day and she was getting a little worried. Suddenly, the phone rang and Charlotte, thinking that it could be her mother, rushed to pick up the phone.
"Mom? Where are you are you..."
"Charlotte? It's Luke."
"Oh. Hey," Charlotte replied after a moment of silence.
"Is everything alright?" Luke asked, "You sound upset."
"I'm fine Luke. Is anything up?" Charlotte replied. Luke hesistated for a moment before asking Charlotte out for dinner that night but Charlotte didn't want to hang out with anyone at all. She just wanted to be alone during nights... because those were the times she could reminisce about Dylan.
"I'm sorry Luke, I don't think I'm up for tonight. I'm rather tired out from planning the opening day for my shop but I'll see you at the opening right?" Charlotte asked.
"Yeah sure. I'll see you then," Luke answered, his voice sounded a little upset, "Don't overwork yourself. Have a good rest."
As Charlotte hung up the phone, she felt guilty about brushing Luke off. Afterall, he had been the nicest guy to her since Dylan... Charlotte shook off the thought and continued working on her shop. Just then, her mother came back with supplies. Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief. Her mother aka security blanket was home.
and the story continues
on...