Chapter 21

It has been two weeks since I've came home from the hospital.

Charlotte and I have been hanging out whenever we get the chance, which was barely any time at all.

She decided to go back to school since our homecoming week is next week and the volleyball players have to play on Thursday night.

If she doesn't show up to school next week then she'll be benched for the homecoming game.

Between her going to school, her going to volleyball practice after school, and her having buckets of homework we've barely been able to see each other for more than three hours.

I have noticed how exhausted she seems every night when she gets home so I, being the amazing girlfriend that I am, decided that I would surprise her with a full body massage.

When her mom greeted me at the doorway, she seemed more than thrilled to see me.

As soon as our conversation seized, I made my way up to Charlotte's room where her door way completely shut.

No surprise there.

I gently knock on the door only to receive a deafening silence.

I take a deep breath as I make the brave decision to twist the door knob and enter her bedroom.

The sight that greets me causes me to release a light laugh.

She's still wearing her clothes from practice as an advanced world history text book lays comfortably against her stomach. There are random sheets of paper lying beside her on the bed along with multiple notebooks.

Her hair is in a messy bun as she continues to gently snore against her cloud like pillows.

I guess she was studying but ended up falling asleep from overworking herself.

Good thing that it is Friday night. That means that she can sleep all morning tomorrow if she so chose to.

I place my bag down near her nightstand as I quietly shut her bedroom door behind me.

I begin to slowly make my way towards her, careful not to wake her up.

I remove the textbook from her body and set it down on her nightstand since I currently have no idea where her backpack is.

I quickly walk around her bed and begin to collect the papers and notebooks neatly in my hand.

As I'm setting the pile of paper and notebooks on top of her textbook, she begins to open her eyes.

Her bright green eyes peak up at me through cracked eyelids before she brings her hands up to rub her eyes.

As she removes her hands, she looks up at me with an adorable childlike facial expression.

I smile down at her as she reaches out to poke me, as if not believing that I'm really here.

"Aspen?" She questions I give her a confused facial expression as I sit down beside her hip.

"Yeah, were you expecting someone else?" I ask her jokingly Her eyes widen with a fearful look as she quickly shakes her head.

"No, I only want you" she says as she sits up She wraps her arms securely around my waist before lifting my body up and placing me on her hips. I squeak nervously as I tighten my legs beside her hips to stabilize myself.

She smirks up at me as she lays her head back against her pillow but keeps her strong grip on my hips.

"You should be sleeping; you've barely gotten any this week" I say "Sleep is for the weak" She jokes I roll my eyes at her joke since it makes her sound like a preteen boy in elementary school.

"Then you must be weak since you were sleeping not too long ago" I say matter of fatly "I was not sleeping; I was resting my eyes" she argues back with a weak tone of voice Is she serious, right now?

"Charlotte, they are the same thing" I say to her slowly She chooses to ignore my factual statement as she stares up at me with adoration. I feel my cheeks begin to warm up as I nervously fidget on top of her.

She has that wild look in her eyes.

"I was wondering," she begins as she moves her hands so that I am able to comfortably lay my head down on her chest I make a noise, encouraging her to go on.

"I have a charity concert at ten in the morning and I was wondering if you wanted to come?" She asks quickly as her thumbs consistently rub against my hips I consider what she just asked me.

It is currently twelve in the morning which would mean that we would have to get up fairly early so that we could eat, get ready and make it there on time.

"I would love to but I would have to swing by my house to change since I have no clothes" I end up saying "You could just wear my clothes" she replies with a pout I silently coo at her cuteness before using my arms to lean up and place a peck upon her lips.

"That won't work because I can't fit your pants" I state as I lay my head back down on her chest I'm not lying.

She's four inches taller than me so you'd think that we'd be able to wear the same pants size.

Nope.

"True, you have too much cake" Charlotte lightly jokes as she brings her hands down to firmly squeeze my butt I gasp as I lift myself up so that I'm looking down at her smug face.

"Are you calling me fat?!" I say over dramatically in a mocking tone She smirks as she brings me closer to her face. I place my hands on the corresponding sides of her face since I know where this is going next.

"I'm not calling you fat, I'm calling your ass fat, there's a difference" she whispers against my lips She's looking up at me through hooded eyes as her hands continue to rest against my butt.

I can't help myself as I lean down as press our lips against each other.

Wow.

I've missed her kisses.

-

"Babe, I would like to leave before next year" Charlotte says teasingly as she watches me from my door frame I silently laugh at her joke as I glance up at her through the mirror that I'm currently in front of.

My outfit consists of a black spaghetti strap tank top that is covered by a white knitted sweater, a pair of denim ripped jeans and a pair of white shoes.

As I continue to look at her, I allow my eyes to stray further down her body to the point where I'm practically checking her out.

What?!

She's mine, I can do whatever I want.

As long as she's comfortable with it.

She's wearing a simple outfit which consists of an oversized 'Carolina' sweatshirt, a pair of light washed denim ripped jeans and a pair of white slip-on vans.

"Like what you see?" She jokes with a lower voice as I notice her suddenly appear behind me in the mirror I begin to feel instant tingles all over my body as she wraps her arms around my waist and gently rests her chin on my shoulder.

Be still my heart.

I have to forcibly hold my breath for a couple of seconds in order to calm my hormones so that I don't take her into my bed, which isn't that far from us.

One wrong move and all of our plans will be canceled.

"Who wouldn't?" I say shakily with a small smile as I continue to look at her through my mirror As soon as our eyes seemingly dilate, she breaks our heated gaze and turns her head so that the tip of her nose is gently brushing against my neck.

Fuck.

That's my weak spot.

And she knows this.

"That wasn't what I asked," she whispers against my neck in what sounds like a seductive tone as she gently places her soft lips on the side of my neck Shit.

That feels really good.

I bite my bottom lip as I involuntary shiver and tilt my head to the side.

Charlotte chuckles amusedly at my reaction as she completely detaches her body from mine, much to my dismay, only to walk over to my dresser where my locket lies.

She quickly picks up my, well technically her, locket and slowly makes her way back over to my sexually shocked body.

I'm so turned on by her.

But I'm also incredibly confused as to what she's doing.

Her bright green eyes meet my brown ones through the mirror. She gives me a closed lip smile before clasping the necklace around my neck.

"You know that you can have it back if you want" I say to her It was originally her locket, still is.

I'm not going to keep her property if she doesn't want me to.

I feel her gently grip my wrist so that she can quickly turn me around to face her sexily confused facial expression.

"Why would I want it back?" She questions with genuine confusion "I gave it to you for a reason" she adds on I want to ask her why she gave it to me but don't get the chance since I hear my mom calling us downstairs.

I end up just giving her a small nod along with a weak smile. I briefly stand up on my tip toes and place a small peck onto her lips before leading us out of the confines of my bedroom.

-

"If you could be a fictional character, who would you be?" I hear a random person say from the crowd of guests that came to see Charlotte Well technically she's Bellisa to them.

She's currently sitting on a white couch that is up on a wooden stage. There is a host beside her that is sitting on a wooden stool.

The host seems to be a middle-aged man. He has sweat through his white shirt, judging by the large armpit stains and back stain.

Charlotte doesn't seem to mind as she listens to the man repeat the supporter's question.

I'm currently standing backstage as I watch this interview.

She suggested that I don't stand in the crowd since some of her diehard fans might recognize me.

"Probably Rapunzel since a lot of people think that I look like her" Charlotte replies honestly I mean, she's not wrong.

She has green eyes, long hair and fair skin.

So does Rapunzel, the only difference is that her hair in unnaturally long.

But her hair was also magical and died when you cut it.

I get pulled out of my spontaneous thinking by someone gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

I look up only to meet the eyes of Bella, Charlotte's manager.

"You know that she cares about you, right?" She questions genuinely I give her a confused facial expression as I nod my head.

"Of course, I do" I reply seriously "She never once stopped thinking about you while we were in California," Bella informs me "So, all of us here know that you have a secret 'best friend', but none of us believe that" the host suddenly says Wait what?

No one from the crowd asked that question. They don't seem to mind though as they begin to cheer.

"Every day that we were out there she was counting down the days until she got to see you again," Bella continues I notice Charlotte glance over to us with a gentle smile.

I smile back at her so that she doesn't notice me internally freaking out for her.

What type of charity concert host asks their guests about rumors that are circulating around the said guest?

"What makes you say that?" Charlotte questions with a wide smile "I won't lie to you, I believed you up until the hospital riot a month ago" the host says I notice something flash in Charlotte's eyes as her eye twitches.

A clear indication that if you continue to press her for answers, she'll walk away from you. She walks away so that she doesn't have to hear you anymore.

"Why don't you believe me?" She asks with an almost taunting tone of voice as she tilts her head to the side "Well, for starters the both of you were holding hands" the host lists off as if that proves something Charlotte glances over at me as she begins to plaster on a smile for the crowd.

"She was recently injured and the paparazzi were jumping at her like pigeons with breadcrumbs" Charlotte replies as she sits up straighter Oh god.

She looks nervous.

"Wrap it up" Bella mouths to Charlotte as she points at her watch Charlotte slightly nods before turning to face the clearly annoyed host with a relieved smile.

"It seems like my time is up, it was nice meeting you Mr. Fallaway but I have to go get ready to sign merchandise" Charlotte says with a smile before placing the microphone down on the couch and standing up I smile at her as she makes her way towards us.

As soon as she's behind the curtain, which hides her from the crowd of supporters, I make my way up to her so that we meet in the middle.

She smiles down at me as she swiftly wraps her arms around my hips all the while I gently place mine on her upper arms.

I'm about to lean up and kiss her when we're interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind us.

"Girls, people are watching, you'll have way more privacy in the dressing room" Bella whisper shouts to us as she smiles politely at the curious onlookers Charlotte groans out with irritation since she knows that Bella is right. I laugh at Charlotte before stepping out of her hold and grabbing her hand.

"Someone is a little eager" I tease as Bella leads us down the hall, towards 'Bellisa’s' dressing room "With you, always" She quietly groans out which causes a stirring in my lower region