thank u, next

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god,” Fell on repeat like a waterfall from Matt’s mouth. Whenever he could keep his laughter to himself that is. “You gotta hide me, quick!!” He yelled as he sprinted to find a spot behind the other’s back.

More than a bit startled by the sudden appearance of her best friend, who not only comes scampering rapidly for her but continues to hide behind her small frame, Aubree shrinks. “What? Oh my god!” She utters. “Jesus, Matt.” Laughing then; “Shit I thought you were chased by a serial killer. What’d you do?”

Charles: You would do that? For little old me?

Charles: You know what, I hope you're being serious because I need to away from here now.

Charles: Why thank you ever so much, I'm practically a blushing bride.

Aubs: you and only you

Aubs: on my way now !! be there soon

Charles: One of Dad's corporate meetings.

Charles: I'm not needed. I'm just here looking pretty.

Charles: Eye candy is what I am right now

Aubs: want me to come n get u?

Aubs: im sure everyone appreciates it🙈

Charles: I've never been so bored in my life

Charles: If you don't mind, you can start writing my eulogy

The letters that had wound up at Benjamin’s apartment were now safely held in Charles’ hand. The addressee’s name seemed familiar but he couldn’t quite place it. He’d been having his head completely hammered with new names recently and he knew he was at his maximum capacity. Whereas Benjamin had made a mental and physical note to himself to take the small walk and give the letters to the correct owner, Charles had actually gotten up to do it. He didn’t blame his brother, he was more than happy to. The less stress on Benji, the better Charles felt. Wandering down the apartment complex hallway, he double checked the number on the envelopes before gently knocking his knuckles against the black wood. Watching as the door unceremoniously swung open, Charles couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips, shaking his head at her apology, “No apology necessary, Hello,” He answered smoothly, “Aubree I’m assuming?”

Her small frame doesn’t make much of a difference between the stark contrast of her height as she straightens. Hand still clinging to the doorknob, covered within the sleeve of her oversized hoodie. She flutters her eyes up, regarding him. The hint of familiarity, of recognition, lingering somewhere within the back of her mind. He seems like one of the many faces in the throngs of people, memorable but fading with time. She smiles, her lips spreading out sweetly across her features at his demeanor. She notices the letters that seem to be held in his grasp but doesn’t show any signs of speculation. Instead she mutters back, her accent a distinct opposition to his. “Yeah. What can I do for you?” Utters Aubree, glancing up at the hovering frame, openly.

She’d been plopped down onto the grass with her friends, the soft strands of her ponytail swishing within the wind and her laugh ringing out sweetly. Upon their arrival they’d gathered several pieces of parchment, writing down their wishes and joking playfully amongst themselves. All seriousness of the meaning forgotten as their merriment seemed to buzz and linger within the evening sky. It’s at the slight sight of blonde, his taller frame sticking out, that Aubs peeks up, dropping her glittering pen. With their recent run in and the remote agreement they’d come to she’d been awaiting his arrival. Excusing herself with the group, she skitters across the field, her hair dancing along her back, and her tiny frame bouncing in her oversized sweater. She comes to a halt in front of him, laughing. “Hi.” Mutters Aubree.

While most of her stuff had been sorted, her apartment slowly becoming her own once more, there still appeared to be a slight mess lingering within her living space; Some old, frayed boxes were scattered throughout the rooms, its remains mostly knickknacks she hadn’t had a dire use for. She’d been going through them slowly, in no way in a rush to get everything back in order. Shuffling onto the marble floor, her socks slippery and her oversized hoodie draping across her knees, Aubree moves to place one of the books back onto the shelves, her tiny figure barely able to reach it. She’s tiptoeing, stretching across the surface when the sound of a knock reverberates through. With a flourish, she twirls around, her ponytail sweeping within the air. She moves swiftly, losing slight balance and halfway clinging to the doorknob as she opens. “Oh god, fuck sorry.” Mutters Aubree, breathing out a laugh before regarding her visitor. “Hi.”