closed: @fireflves based on this !
CHARLIE HAS MADE THE EXECUTIVE DECISION OF STAPLING ALL HER ESSENTIALS TO HER FOREHEAD JUST SO SHE’D NEVER HAVE TO LOSE THEM. And she’d go through with this decision if she knew where the fuck her keys fucked off to. The rain beats down around her, soaking every inch of her form. Charlie can feel her shirt cling onto her skin and if she doesn’t find shelter soon, she knows she’s headed for a cold some time in the near future. Unfortunately, her car keys ran away with her house keys so she can’t even hide in her car until she’s legally able to ram her hood against the door without getting the cops involved.
Sighing, she decides to try her luck with the neighbors, starting with that one that she’s seemed to have developed a friendship with -- well if you count waving at each other through an open window a friendship. She really doesn’t have a choice, looking like a dog tossed out into the street. Teeth chattering as she tries to rub her arms for warmth, Charlie makes her way next door, hand rapping against the wood.
She waits for the answer and when it swings open, Charlie blanks for a minute. “Uh --,” up close her neighbor is much prettier. Schuyler, you’re about to die of hypothermia if you don’t fucking focus. “No keys.” Smooth. “I mean hello,” she tries again. “I swear I’m not a serial killer or anything. I just locked myself out of my house and I was wondering if you had something I can use to break in.” That sounds badass, right? Girls like badass.
