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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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Tuesday, May 03, 2005
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Charlotte lay on her bed that Saturday morning, just staring at the ceiling. She didn't know what she was doing yet she just felt relaxed. She turned her head and looked at Matt's namecard lying on her sidetable. She picked it up and pondered if she should call him. There was something about Matt that was so attractive... something that was similar to the feelings she had for Dylan when she first met him.
"Charlotte? Are you awake?" Mrs Webber called and entered Charlotte's room.
"Yes Mom. Is anything the matter?" Charlotte asked as she slipped the namecard under her pillow.
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm going down to the shop to get it ready for Monday," Mrs Webber said, "I left breakfast on the table for you."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Charlotte asked.
"It's ok. You had a rough week. Rest. I want you to be all freshen up for Monday's big opening," Mrs Webber said as she kissed her daughter on the forehead.
After Charlotte freshen up and ate breakfast, she decided to take a chance and walk over to Matt's to see if he was doing anything. She thought that if he wasn't home, she could just saunter back to the shop to help her mother. At first, she had to ask a few people for directions on where Matt's apartment was... apparently it was at a most rural place in town. Finally, as she crossed a junction, she saw Matt walking out of his apartment building.
"Matt!" Charlotte called and she saw Matt turned his face towards her and smile. Charlotte felt as though all her hard work finding the place was worth that smile.
"Charlotte, what are you doing here? Aren't you getting the shop ready for opening day?" Matt asked as he picked up his stuff laying beside his feet.
"I was just around the corner when I saw you going out," Charlotte lied, she could not bring herself to say that she was desperately looking for his companionship, "Where are you going anyway?"
"Work. Remember I'm still that.. what did you call it... stupid park busker," Matt teased.
Charlotte flushed, "I'm sorry. I take those words back."
"Well, I presume you are doing nothing important at this moment?" Matt asked as Charlotte shook her head, "do you wanna tag along then? we could hang out at my workplace. It has tons of beautiful plants and flowers you might like."
Charlotte agreed as Matt tossed her a helmet, "You might want to hold onto my gear too." Charlotte laughed and watched as Matt revved off towards the park.
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Charlotte felt a familiar feeling at the park. It was where she first met Matt and somehow she felt comfortable and at ease with him around. She watched as he perched his easel and prepared to open for business. Before he could get ready, children were already crowding around him, asking him to paint their pictures. Charlotte noticed how happy he looked amongst children and he had a way with them. The joy he brought to the children was just inspiring. Charlotte hoped she could bring the people the same amount of joy with her new flower shop.
"Are you the lady opening up a flower shop between Wayer Ave and Seventh Street?" a mother of two asked Charlotte as her children ran towards Matt. Charlotte nodded shyly.
"You have a lovely shop. I'm really looking forward to your opening. Finally I can get some fresh flowers everyday. I live across the street from where your shop is and I always get some fresh flowers for my dining room," the mother said.
"Thank you for your compliment. I'm looking forward to serve you on Monday," Charlotte smiled.
As the mother went to pick up her children, Charlotte turned to look at Matt. He was smiling back at her too. Somehow they knew what each other was saying and Charlotte could feel his wordless encouragement.
"He sure looks gorgeous," Charlotte said to herself. She felt drawn towards that mysterious artist man Matt was. There were secrets she knew she could never tell him and she knew he was hiding so many things from her too. It was this mystery that kept them close.
and the story continues
on...