Charlotte had turned back to her favourite band, trying not to notice his looks, however when she sensed to song coming to an end as the bridge began. “I needed to get out… I was planning to go with someone but-” She stopped looking down and with a weak smile, “But, I was too afraid to ask him.” 

Grant laughed somewhat nervously, “Boy trouble, is that what it is?” 

“Acting, but I like being considered an athlete better. It’s cooler. You are... an actress? A writer?”

Well, that’s a shame. I mean it. No problemo.

“W-we’re here, by the way.”

evansgrant

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re fitting in well.”

“What the hell? You really are weird.”

I’m weird cause I see well?

evansgrant

“My friend - a person offered me a ticket and I really couldn’t refuse it. I mean, they’d gone ahead and bought it and all, then it turns out they can’t make it. Who’s concert is this, anyway?” Grant awkwardly turned his head from side to side uncomfortably as he scratched his neck.

Charlotte smiled at the fact that Grant was trapped at the concert, it seemed ironic to her. “The Neighbourhood. I guessing you don’t know them… But this is my favourite song; Sweater Weather.” Charlotte raved, her eyes full of excitement at the mention of her favourite band as the performers reached the chorus onstage.

evansgrant

“Acting. A freshman - are they bullying you?”

“Both look fine, whoever you are.”

So wavy then. I’m sorry, I didn’t know that we don’t each other…I’m Poppy. Nice to meet you.

“I’m Grant and you too. What might you be preparing for - a party? A date?”

“What the heck, that sucks. Not even secretly?”

I can secretly, but if someone finds out about it, then I will be in a lot of trouble. 

“I guess even cats aren’t worth shouting in the principal’s office... Oh, I’m Grant, by the way. Senior.”

“Erm - studying, of course. I think I’ve got to get going.”

“Oh, please? I can help you study later or something!”

“Oh my god - from partying to dancing...”

evansgrant

“Aw, that sucks. And excuse me for not introducing myself - I’m Grant. You are... a sophomore?”

evansgrant:

“...You must be intelligent. Sounds nerve-wrecking to me.”

It didn’t matter what anybody else thought, Grant mumbled to himself, as long as he satisfied himself. Then, when he heard her offer, his face brightened up as he gazed at her, “Okay. Deal.”

Charlotte smiled to herself, “Great.” She turned back to the band but thought that she should interact with him more as she made him stay, “So, why’d you come out, catboy?”

“My friend - a person offered me a ticket and I really couldn’t refuse it. I mean, they’d gone ahead and bought it and all, then it turns out they can’t make it. Who’s concert is this, anyway?” Grant awkwardly turned his head from side to side uncomfortably as he scratched his neck.

“Well, I’ve always found it easy to study wuickly, I can’t understand the suffering of re-reading more than once.”

“So does that mean I’m cute?”