here goes nothin' [Charlie]

[benjy]

I'll sit back and I'll watch the show
I'll lay awake and I'll watch the stars as they collide

The beat up old two door honda came to a lazy stop in the drive of the white washed house. Once the engine was cut, it took the occupants inside the car a few minutes before the doors open, and a women with brown hair stepped out of the passenger side. She didn't bother to put her seat up, despite the fact that people were in the back seat. Out of the driver side, stepped a scruffy man in a paint splattered shirt, and unlike the women, he did infact put his seat up so that the other passengers could get out and stretch their legs after the two hour car ride. Benjy scrambled over the passenger seat, not caring that he landed on his head and had to drag himself onto the ground, where he laid in an ungrateful heap for a moment, while his mother and the scruffy man, and the other women who had been sitting in the back with him laughed as they climbed out through the drivers door, having opted to get out the easier way. The teenager picked himself up, only to be engulfed in a hug from his brown haired mother, who murmured her love and ruffled his hair affectionatly, before climbing back into the passenger seat and closing her door. He knew why she wouldn't go into the house with him, and in all honesty, it didn't bother him as much as it should, but he saw it this way - it wasn't his fault that his parents couldn't see eye to eye and had to get a divorce without even trying to get along. He gave one last wave to the car, before he pushed into the house, only to nearly walk into his dad, who must have been spying out the peep hole.

"Morning." Benjy mumbled quietly as he let the door click shut behind him. The look on his dad's face made him want to ask what was wrong, but he knew better than to ask, so he just walked around him and headed towards the living room. "Get upstairs and take a shower. Maria's here and you smell like a hippie." His dad's voice was even, despite the fact that the look on his face showed just how suspicious he was. Benjy had to snicker at the way he put the fact that the smell of weed clung to his clothes like cologne. He heard the term everytime he came back from his mothers house, where her boyfriend and his friends, were constantly smoking pot. "But first, let me smell your breath." Oh yeah, his dad was that worried about him getting pulled into the world of drugs. He turned his head over his shoulder, exhaling into his father's face, before continuing up the stairs as soon as the hand left his shoulder. He knew what was on his breath - cigarettes, pepsi, and twizzlers. Now, two days ago, if his dad had asked the same question, it would've been a different story. Two days ago, he would've been completely screwed. His dad knew that his son smoked cigarettes, but he didn't know what else he smoked, and that was a sad, sad thing.

The door to his room was closed, which was odd, seeing as he had left it open, and his dad wouldn't of closed it unless someone was in there, which meant one thing - that Charlie had spent the night. His dad loved that girl so much. It was funny, but also sorta creepy. He crept into his room and to the bed, making certain that the lump under the covers was in fact his buddy, and not one of his dads' girlfriend's neices or nephews. Those kids were completely ridiculous, and that was coming from a kid who called himself ridiculous. The moment he saw the headfull of reddish hair on his pillow, he knew it was her, and so he went to close his door, blocking out the noise of the television that had just been turned on by his father. With that task complete, he headed over to his closet, where as he dug through it for some clean clothes. Finally, he just settled on a pair of jeans and a 'nevershoutnever' shirt. Slinging the clothes over his shoulder, he headed across his room and back out of the door. It was pretty bad when someone had to creep around their house like it was a hospital, but that was the case when Maria came over. She was his dad's girlfriend, and she had to have nine hours of sleep or else she would be in a pissy mood, which was never any fun. He stopped just before he reached his dad's door, and crouched to unlace his converse so that he could step out of them and leave them off to the side of the hallway. He wasn't taking any chances in waking that women up, not if he wanted to have another cigarette before breakfeast.

Benjamin had two types of secrets. The ones that only he and Charlie knew, which were the ones he kept from his dad, and then there were the ones where he, his dad, his mom, her boyfriend, and Charlie knew. The kind that fell into the first type of secrets were the ones that included him being gay and smoking weed. The ones that fell in the second category happened to be that he used to have braces, glasses, and that he smoked cigarettes. Personally, Benjy wouldn't of cared if Maria found out about him smoking cigarettes, but his dad had to be a prick and declare that she would never know, because he wanted his family to come off as good people, even if Benjy couldn't look the part, but more on that later. The teen inched past the bedroom door, and continued down the hall until he came to the open bathroom door, where as he slipped into it and shut the door. The water came on and no more than seven minutes later, the water went off and Benjy emerged from the steamy room with his wet hair clinging to his face and his shirt in one hand. He'd just wait until his hair dried before he even attempted to put a white shirt on. Again, he crept back past his dad's bedroom door and then into his own room, still making sure to keep the door shut and let Charlie sleep. He'd come up to get her after breakfeast was already made and put on the table. Atleast then his dad couldn't bug her into talking about some random shit.

He knew his dad meant well and all, but it would be nice if he didn't pester every person who would come home with him. Especially the girls. Heading over to his night stand, he picked up the belt that was laying there and gave it a look, before he shrugged and just threaded it through his belt loops. So what if it was purple? If someone had a problem with a guy wearing a typical girl colour, then they could shove it. He finally pulled his shirt down over his head, and after glancing at Charlie to see if he had woken her up, he headed out of his room and downstairs into the kitchen, surprised to find that the linolium was warm on his bare feet. He went over to the counter beside the fridge, and pulled himself up onto it, just so that he could reach the cupboard above the fridge. It was crazy how short he was for a seventeen year old, especially when his dad was easily six foot three, and his mom was five foot ten. He probably should've been like, five foot eleven, but no, he had to end up being five foot seven and unable to reach anything that his dad happened to put on the shelves. He glanced over his shoulder when the kitchen door swung up, but it was only his parental figure, so he pulled the pack of cigarettes out of the carton, dropping down off the counter without bothering to close the cupboard. He knew his dad would get it, and he'd be able to get it without climbing up onto the counter.

The teen beat the top of the cigarette pack against his hand to pack the tabacco better, before actually opening the box and pulling one of them out. Closing the box, he stuffed it into his front pocket before heading over to the junk drawer and rummaging around in it for a new lighter, seeing as his was running out of fluid and he didn't have anymore to refill it. Plus, that took patience, and he couldn't sit still long enough. Upon finding the new lighter, he pulled it out and shut the drawer with his hip as he lit up the cigarette. His hazel eyes narrowed as he took a deep drag off of it, holding it in his lungs for a moment before exhaling in a heavy sigh. "I thought I told you not to smoke when Maria's in the house." His father asked in a nonchalant tone as he shut the cupboard door and came over to his son. "No. You told me not to smoke infront of her." The smoker replied with a shrug before taking another drag and exhaling through his nose, trying to avoid blowing the smoke right into his dad's face, but it was sorta hard when the guy was nearly on top of him. "I don't see why your mother even let you start that." The black haired man sighed, a light scowl turning the corner of his lips down into a frown. "She tried to stop me. You were the one who told her to save her breath. You said I'd grow out of it." Immediatly, his voice prickled with an emotion that he couldn't even find a name for, but his dad knew what it was. He knew his son would protect his artistic mother, it was how it always was. He also knew that his boy would protect him, if he needed to. "Do you have your retainers in?" Of course, this was what his dad always did, he changed the subject when he knew that Benjy was on the verge of getting upset. "Yeah. I always have them in when I'm awake." He responsed, and unlike most kids, he didn't show his teeth to prove that he had his retainers in, but for a good reason. They were those invisiline things, so it pretty pointless. "I don't see why you didn't just get the normal ones." Again, his dad was sighing and looking at him like he was trying to change his mind. Too bad for him, Benjy's mind wasn't going to be changed. "I didn't want anymore metal in my mouth. I've told you that." He went to bring the burning cigarette up to his mouth to take another hit off of it, only to have to stop when his parental figures had reached out to tug on one of his snakebites. Not enough to hurt, of course. "What about these? Hmm?" The older mans expression looked slightly amused as he watched his son roll his eyes. "They're not in my mouth." That was the only thing he had to say about his snakebites, and pretty soon, silence resumed in the kitchen as he continued to smoke his cigarette and his father started making breakfeast.

He had just finished the rest of the cigarette and was running water over it to make sure that it was completely out when his dad spoke up again. "If I make eggs are you going to eat them with the rest of us, or are you still on strike against them?" At the mention of the word eggs, Benjy pulled a face and shuffled over to the trash can, flicking the wet, finished cigarette into it. "I'm still not eating them. Unless they're in a cake or something." He replied with another shrug. It wasn't that he was a vegan or anything, he just didn't like the taste of eggs. He headed over to the pantry to grab out two boxes of cereal, plastic spoons and plastic cups. Setting the supplies on the free counter, he poured Count Chocula into one of the cups, and then plain old Cheerios into the other. Closing the boxes, he stowed them back into the pantry and then dug into the fridge for the milk and orange juice cartons. Milk went into the cup full of Count Chocula and orange juice went into the cup full of Cheerios. Lastly, the spoons were put in, and then off he went, cereal cups in hand. On his way upstairs, he just happened to pass Maria who looked down on him with a surprisingly perky expression. It was amazing how people could be happy from the moment they woke up.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he had to set one of the cups down so that he could open the door, but once it was open, he picked the cup back up, and waltzed in, kicking his door shut behind him with his bare foot. "Charlieee. Charlieee, wake upp." He coo'd to the sleeping redhead in a soft voice as he sat the cereal down on his bed stand. With his hands free, he pried the blankets off of her enough that he could snuggle in beside her, one arm coming to lay over her thin waist. "I've got cereal for you, and it's the chocolatey kind." He murmured lightly, his head propped up by his free arm so that he could watch her face. Any other time, he was pretty much risking his life to wake her up, but since he had chocolate cereal, he figured that she wouldn't mind getting awake - or at least he hoped, for his sake.

[/size]

-------------------------------------
comments;; despite the length it sucks, and they will get shorter.
words;; 2,322
music;; numerous nevershoutnever songs.
lyrics;; heregoesnothin' by nevershoutnever
outfit;; click!

[omgwolf]

everybody's going to that party tonight and were having a good time

[/i][/font][/size][/center]

( A N D I M F E E L I N G A L R I G H T T O N I G H T W I T H A B E T T E R J U D G E M E N T )

It was honestly kind of weird how much Benjy’s dad loved Charlie. Honestly, the man loved her like she was his fucking daughter. Though she knew he kind of hoped it would happen, to be honest. But that wasn’t the point, he loved her like crazy and it was kind of odd. Then again, she had somewhat gotten used to it during the time she’d known Benjy, so it wasn’t a completely odd thing when she was invited to sleep over at his house. Of course, her best friend would be coming the next morning, but it was still rather odd. Sleeping over at her friend’s father’s house while he wasn’t there...interesting indeed. But again, it really wasn’t that odd to the girl, having done it several times before. And yet, there was still that oddity in the situation. Oh well. People could deal with her odder than hell life.

So, that night, Charlie packed a bag of her necessities for the next day, and drove her car from her small two-person house (not that she actually had a roommate, suckish) to her best friend’s house. It was kind of odd to knock on the door, knowing that Benjy wasn’t inside, but that was just how things were, as weird and awkward as it might sound. Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal, Max Lanner, her best friend’s father. “Hey, Mr. Lanner,” Charlie greeted smiling, before suddenly being engulfed in a huge hug. It wasn’t like she didn’t like hugs, she definitely did, but it was still weird and shizz to be hugging her friend’s father. Oh well.

”You know you can call me Max,” he replied, but Charlie simply shook her head. It was weird enough that she was here by herself, no best friend, with said friend’s father hugging her, she wasn’t about to call him by his first name. ”You know I won’t do that,” she replied politely with a smile. Every time she called him Mr. Lanner, he always said that she could call him Max, but she always refused. It just wasn’t something that she would ever do. Though she was really super silly at times, okay, a lot of the time, she still held with the formality with those older than herself, especially the parents of her friends, whether or not they allowed her to or not, no matter how friendly she was, there was still a level that shouldn’t be breached. It was kind of like calling a parent by their first name, except slightly on a lesser scale. Though some parents allowed that, but it wasn’t the point.

Max faked a sigh, grinning at her before gesturing inside, saying, ”C’mon in.” The small girl headed straight upstairs into Benjy’s room. Charlie had done this often enough that she knew where to go and what to do. It already being past a general dinner time, and she having already eaten at her house, she wouldn’t have to eat. Except maybe go through to find some chocolate, which was basically something she worshipped. Except not really, being that she hadn’t found any chocolate gods. Oh well. Anything sweet, with caffeine, and made her hyper was her best friend. Which included chocolate, any type of candy, coffee, and definitely her coke. The coke that nobody but Benjy know she used. Oh well. It wasn’t like she was going to go out and announce to the world that she was a crack addict. Yeah, that would be a smart move. However, that was one thing she loved because it most definitely made her hyper. And kooky, too, now that she thought of it. Though there were some of those times where she didn’t know what happened when she was high, but that was something else entirely.

Plopping her stuff next to the bed, the next moment Kat flopped onto the bed, bouncing slightly. Man, she loved sproingy beds. Yes, sproingy. Sometimes she did make up words. Have a problem with that? Get over it, and you better do it quickly, or someone was going to get fucked up, and it wouldn’t be her. Anyways, the point was, she flopped on her best friend’s bed. Leaning over to her bag, she pulled out her iPod, computer, phone, and a book. Yeah, she liked to read. Somewhat sparingly, only in her free time and at night, but still, she read. Mostly fantasy, and always fiction, fo sho. That was the shizzle, fo dizzle. No, she hadn’t snorted anything. For seriously, she didn’t. That just simply happened to be how she talked sometimes. Yeah, she was a bit crazy, but you could handle that....right?

Laying on the bed, she placed the earbuds in her ear, obviously (in comparison to sticking them up her nose to make a human speaker. She had read about it on some site), and turning the iPod on, placing it on shuffle and then locking it before setting it aside. Opening the laptop she set it on her legs, quickly logging in and pulling up several default tabs, including IM and various social networking sites, plus that one website that had the thing on the human speakers.

Sitting on the bed, she spent a few good hours talking to friends, reading some funny stories, and a bunch of other shit I don’t care to recall. After bidding farewell to the friends she was talking to, she closed the laptop and set it by her bag on the floor. Hopping up, she dug through the bag for her pajamas, which consisted of a Spongebob Squarepants cami and shorts, putting them on (of course the door had been already closed, not wanting to bother Max and Maria, Max’s current girlfriend, who was over often and could be bitchy if disturbed) and dancing slightly. Because that’s what she did; danced. Biting her lip, she carefully opened the door and creeped out, heading towards the kitchen, tiptoeing the whole way. She really didn’t know how late it was (she never kept track of time), but it was late enough that all the lights were out except the one that came from Max’s room. Even in the dark, Charlie knew the way around the house. It was rather amusing, really. The place was like her second home, the way she knew it and how familiar she was with it and the people in it.

Opening the fridge, she pulled out the milk and a bottle of chocolate syrup, an evil grin on her face as she did so. Should Benjy be here, he would’ve stopped her in a heart beat, but that was the glorious thing about being here without her best friend; she could make her some chocolate milk without him telling her not to. The first time she had been prepared to do so, she had checked with Max to make sure she was able to use their stuff, and, with the approval, went ahead with it every night that she wasn’t there with Benjy. Her best friend only let her have it before 8 pm, being that any time after that, she’d be so freaking hyper for several hours, and he didn’t like having to deal with that late at night. So she sneaked it when he wasn’t here. Creating her concoction in a plastic cup (Benjy knew her too well; he knew better than to let her near their nice glasses because she’d probably end up breaking them) she stirred it with a spoon and then took a sip, relishing in the delicious chocolate flavor. It wasn’t as good as the chocolate milk you could buy at Wal-Mart (like everything else you could buy. Seriously, Wal-Mart was the shit!) but Benjy definitely knew better than to keep that, because Charlie loved it so much more and it just made her so much more hyper. Which was why she could only get that at her house. Sad, but she could make due with the substitute concoction.

Downing the drink happily, she set the empty cup in the sink and carefully snuck back upstairs, glad to have had her nice, nightly chocolate. Thank God for Benjy actually not being here, as she often went kinda nuts when he was here and she spent the night. Because the latest she could have her chocolate was eight, occasionally nine pm, and it sucked monkey balls, man. Hell, the only reason she even got any of her chocolate milk when she was over here while her best friend was home was because he knew better than to keep it away from her, because if he did...well, she’d freak out, to say the least.

Safe back in the room, she crawled under the covers, opening her book and beginning to read. It really helped the girl to go to sleep. Or, well, at least it passed the time until she did fall asleep, in any case, and it was comforting. It was a hell of a lot better than sitting up for a while, waiting to fall asleep. So Charlie read. The book that she happened to be reading at the moment was entitled “Wicked Lovely” by Melissa Marr. She hadn’t read it before, nor even heard of it, really, but it seemed okay so far. It was one of the fantasies, this one involving faeries. Not only that, ones that couldn’t bear the touch of lead as well as were invisible, only to be seen by the main character, Aislinn and her Gram. Though alright so far, Charlie hoped that it would get better as she read, because there were times where it was kind of boring, truth be told, and if it didn’t captivate her soon, she might have to put it down and not finish it, which would be a horrid thing. The junior liked to give books chances.

After about a half an hour of reading, the girl became drowsy and marked her place in the book, placing it by her stuff and turning off the light soon afterwards before drifting slowly off into sleep.

Hours later, the small girl heard some sounds, vaguely aware of them. Ignoring it, she turned over and sleep continued to have a hold on her. It was only when someone said her name softly and suddenly there was pressure on the bed, causing it to sink slightly, and a hand was wrapped around her waist. Groaning, Charlie buried her head, trying to stay asleep. Benjy knew better than to wake her up; she’d get up in her own damn time. The junior was a grouchy bitch when woken up, that was for sure, and Benjy knew that, so why the hell was he waking her up?

Then those special words were spoken. Chocolate? Chocolate! Snapping her eyes open, Charlie stared at Benjy. ”I swear to God if you don’t actually have chocolate, you will be tortured and killed in the worst fucking way possible,” she told him, ice blue eyes cold. She meant it, too. Well, except the actual torture and killing, but she would have a bit of torture...just not the same kind that you were probably thinking of. Removing the arm that was draped across her waist, she sat up, yawning, All Time Low playing in her ear. She found it amusing, seeing as how she had a “So Wrong It’s Right” skin on the iPod Touch. Her eyes not fully opened, and hurting slightly besides the fact, she moved her hand around on the bed, searching for it, finally finding it and pressing play, not needing the music any longer.

Rubbing her eyes, Charlie looked over at Benjy. ”Where’s my chocolate?” she demanded simply. She knew that he knew that she would kill him without chocolate. She wondered what kind of chocolate cereal he had. There were a few she liked; Count Chocula, Cocoa Puffs, Cocoa Pebbles, etc. Behind him, she could see cups of cereal. The girl reached for it, but without bending over to get it, just had her arms out. ”Gimmegimmegimme!” The junior pouted at him, wanting her chocolate, knowing that she’d get it or Benjy would have to face her wrath. Oh, the joys of being best friends.

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

--------------------------

``tagged!
benjjyyy! (:

``music
various. lady gaga atm as i post this cx but a lot of paramoremoremore!

``word count!
2,033 (not counting coding, lyrics, and this shizz

``outfit!
clickhuuur! yush. she wears socks to bed. keeps her feetsies warm c:

``notes!
mmm. finally got it done xD ly<33

lyrics by nevershoutnever!

[benjy]

I'll sit back and I'll watch the show
I'll lay awake and I'll watch the stars as they collide

"I love you too." He cackled as she stared at him with a look that he knew all to well. She was being completely serious with her threat to torture him if he was lieing about having chocolate. Of course, he also knew that her methods of torture weren't really that bad. He'd call it more of an incovinence, seeing as it was pretty easy to distract her. A simple shiney object or a piece of chocolate candy would do it fifty percent of the time. When she went to get out from under his arm, he pouted and clung tighter to his besties waist, looking up at her from under his bangs, aiming for a cute, adorable look. It didn't take him long to discover that she wasn't in the mood for his hugging, and that she wanted her cereal. Right now.

Sitting up, he pushed her arms down so that they weren't in his way as he crawled out of the bed and grabbed her cup of cereal. He handed it over to her, and then picked his own up, shoveling a bite of the mess into his mouth, only to have to put it down so he could go over to his door and open it up. At first, he didn't understand why his Dad couldn't of just opened the door himself, but it became clear when Benjy noticed the plate of bacon in one hand and a few papertowels in the other. "You both need some meat on your bones." Was the only thing he said, and by the faint smile on his face, the small teen knew that he was joking. "No all of us want to play contact sports." Benjy shrugged, and took the plate before shutting the door with his hip and heading back to the bed. Yeah, he had just closed his door in his parents face. He was that kind of kid.

He stuffed one of the smaller pieces of bacon into his mouth and finished it in a few thoughtful chews as he sat the rest of the plate down on the end stand and picked his cup of cereal back up, waiting until his mouth was empty before shoving another spoonful of the slop into his mouth. He gave a glance at Charlie, expecting to see her doing something ridiculious, which would be normal in her case. It was how he judged if she was feeling well or not. He knew that if she didn't want to do anything or was acting like a stick in the mud, then she was getting sick or something along those lines. He took another bite of the orange juice and cheerios, before flopping down onto the bed and sprawling out on his stomache, since it was sort of hard to eat laying on one's back. He had learned from experience.

"How's the milk?" Benjamin snickered lightly, before purposly spooning up one or two cheerios but mostly orange juice. "How about a bite of mine? It'll help keep the dentist away." Yes, he was teasing her about something that she was afraid of, but it was how he rolled. They picked back and forth, honestly, they were worse than a married couple sometimes, but it made people love them all the more. Another goofy grin popped up on his face and he inched the spoon closer to her, before just stuffing the spoon into his mouth with as much noise as he could make. Ah, good times.

[/size]

-------------------------------------
comments;; >____< SORRY! forgive me, please?
words;; I'm afraid to count.
music;; numerous nevershoutnever songs.
lyrics;; heregoesnothin' by nevershoutnever
outfit;; click!

[omgwolf]

everybody's going to that party tonight and were having a good time

[/i][/font][/size][/center]

( A N D I M F E E L I N G A L R I G H T T O N I G H T W I T H A B E T T E R J U D G E M E N T )

It was a bit of a surprise that Charlie didn’t have some crazy, wacked out, trippy dream that night. She usually did when she had chocolate milk, or really, any kind of chocolate, before going to bed. Even if she had the less-than-amazing kind she had that night, she would usually have some trippy dream with all sorts of lurid colors and the like. Maybe even a flying hippopotamus from time to time. What? It had happened before, fo srsly. It was crazy shit, definitely, but that was just her; crazy, weird, and loopy. It only made sense that she would have crazy, weird, and loopy dreams, right? Crazy bright colors, weird animal things, and all kinds of other weird crap like that. Like flying things, made up animals. She had even had a dream once that she knew a lot of German (she didn’t really; she was only just starting to learn it, to be honest) and was talking with people in it. Not that she understood half of it when she woke up. Crazy stuff, man. Crazy stuff. That was the essence of her dreams; crazy stuff and even crazier stuff. If it wasn’t flying hippopotami (or was it hippopotamuses?) it was some trippy dream with German, Japanese, and Italian all mixed up in it with people walking on ceilings talking about the weather and what it had to do with teacups. No, they weren’t cocaine induced, thank you very much.

But the point was that Charlie didn’t have a crazy dream, which kind of surprised her when she woke up. Then again, everybody dreams, it’s just a matter of recalling it, and she didn’t recall whatever dream she had the night before, though she was pretty damn sure that it was crazy as well. It was just that she obviously couldn’t tell if it was, being that she didn’t even remember it. Oh well. It really didn’t matter, she was just relatively surprised that she didn’t, simply because she usually could. ”Fuck you,” Charlie retorted to his declaration of love. He knew she loved him (in a strictly friendly way, of course), and like hell she was actually going to say that she did when he was keeping her precious chocolate from her. Fuck, chocolate was like her crack. Except she already had crack...but I’m sure you know what was meant there. It was her secondary crack or whatever. It was just that damn addictive to her; she couldn’t live without it. At least she didn’t think she could, and she wasn’t really willing to see if she could or not. The candy was too delicious for her to even think of giving it up.

Charlie knew that Benjy knew that she was dead serious on her threat of torture. But of course, her methods weren’t exactly traditional and probably a bit less lethal than them as well. But the third year also knew that he knew that she was easily distracted and that he could probably manage to get out of it just as easily. Damn her ADD-ness that allowed her to stare at a shiny object as if transfixed. As Benjy attempted to keep a hold of her, giving her a pout, she glared down at him. Yes, she usually was very huggy, the huggiest person she knew, but there were times, like when she was being deprived of her chocolate, that she most definitely didn’t want to be hugged or to hug. Charlie wanted her damn chocolate and she wanted it now, and not even a hug was going to stop her from getting it. Luckily, he knew that, as was obvious from him stopping, or else there might be some crazy consequences for the other teen.

The girl let her arms be lowered, only because she wanted her chocolate cereal right the fuck now, and waited as Benjy got the cups of cereal and handed her the cup of chocolate. ”ThankyouIloveyou,” she managed to mutter out before stuffing a spoonful of Count Chocula in her mouth. If she were alone, she might actually moan in pleasure, but she tried that once around Benjy...it had been a bit awkward, but she loved chocolate that damn much. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she ate her cereal at the same time seeming to hide it from the world, especially Benjy, despite knowing that he wouldn’t try and steal her breakfast, not without having to face serious repercussions. Munching on her delicious chocolaty...deliciousness, she stared around, her eyes wide. It was just how she ate...and drank...and did most anything. Not really, but you get the picture. All the same, her eyes were wide as she ate, looking around. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen all of this before, but she didn’t know where else to place her line of sight, really, so just staring around would do, right? Right. At least in her head it was right, and that was really all that mattered to her.

She watched as Benjy got up to answer the knock on the door, still shoving mouthfuls of chocolate cereal pieces and marshmallows down her throat. When the door opened to reveal Mr. Lanner, Charlie would’ve ordinarily smiled and waved, but as it was, with her hands full of the cup of cereal and her spoon, she couldn’t really wave, so she settled with smiling at him. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the plate of bacon in his hands. Charlie wasn’t vegetarian, though she had a few meats she didn’t particularly like, but bacon definitely wasn’t something she liked. Really, pork was just one of those meats she didn’t particularly like. A few pork foods she liked, like barbecue and ribs, but bacon...just ew, no thanks, she’d rather not. Charlie grinned lightly at her best friend’s father little joke. It was cute, if nothing else. Really, the two of them were both sticks, and meat on their bones was something some people thought they needed, the way they were so thin. But still, she’d rather not have the bacon kind of meat on her bones, thank you very much.

The girl didn’t really pay attention to the fact that her friend shut the door in his father’s face. She was used to it by now, really. He’d done it often enough that it didn’t faze her, really. Besides, his father never seemed to get too angry about it, so it all worked out. Charlie continued to watch as Benjy walked back to the bed with the plate of bacon in hand, setting it on the stand and grabbing his cereal again. She blinked innocently at him as he shoveled another mouthful of his cereal in his mouth. ”OMNOMNOM!” Charlie suddenly shouted, just as Benjy looked over at her (she had amazing timing, didn’t she?), her mouth full of her cereal, having just stuffed another mouthful in. She finished chewing it up before setting the cup down safely and then proceeding to crack up. She really didn’t know why she was laughing (besides at herself and her crazy antics, but that was a given), but it was fun. The red-head loved to laugh, it was healthy. Besides, didn’t it like...burn calories or something? Not that she cared, really, being that she was skinny enough, but it was a healthy factor, and that was what mattered. The girl just loved to laugh and to make others laugh, which was something she always strived to do, hating people being sad or any variation thereof.

Finished laughing, Charlie calmly reached to grab her cup of cereal and continue to eat it, staring bemusedly as Benjy flopped down on the bed to eat his cereal. ”Having fun?” she inquired with a grin, poking his side with her foot. At his question, she rolled her eyes. ”Delicious, of course!” Charlie exclaimed simply, sticking her spoon, which was full of cereal (no marshmallow pieces this time--she was nearly done and she always, always left a humungo amount of marshmallows at the end so she could just eat all of them), in her mouth. A shiver ran down her spine at the mention of dentists, and she twitched slightly, causing some of her milk, rather chocolaty by now, to spill over her hand. Finishing up that mouthful, she glared at him. ”You dick!” she shrieked, smacking him lightly with the milky hand, sending little droplets of milk in various places. Yes, she was afraid of dentists. Like...deathly afraid. Well, not really, but close. Whenever she had a dentist appointment, she completely broke down, shaking with tears and all. She always, always needed someone to accompany her to the dentist office, and it was usually Benjy, helping her to calm down enough so that her teeth could be looked at. It was kind of amusing, it was true, but there wasn’t any reason for her friend to bring that up, besides the fact that they picked on each other like no tomorrow.

The girl watched as her friend inched the spoon of orange juice (seriously, who the hell put orange juice in their cereal?) closer and closer towards her, as if she’d actually want it. ”I don’t want your damn cereal.” she said simply, raising an eyebrow as he suddenly stuck the spoon in his own mouth, causing her to roll her eyes. Charlie really didn’t like orange juice all that much. Oranges, yeah, orange soda, sure, but orange juice? No thank you. And cheerios made her nauseous. Trust me, a sick Charlie was not a happy Charlie. And you really wanted a happy Charlie, or else you got bitchy Charlie. So, just don’t ever give her Cheerios and you’d be good.

The girl finally finished her cereal, ending with several huge spoonfuls of marshmallows. Mmm good! Cereal and marshmallows gone, she drank the rest of the milk and set the cup aside. ”Mmm! Deliciouso!” No, she did not watch Dora the Explorer. Her little sister just watched it and she had seen it in passing at times. Not her fault. She hated that show anywho. Charlie jumped off the bed and danced around bit, obviously already hyper, and hell of a lot more hyper than she had been before she had her chocolaty cereal, which was good, because it meant she was happy and in a good mood. Good moods were always a good thing (hence why they were called good moods) especially with Charlie, who could be the Ice Queen in her bad moods. ”Benjjyyyy! Hurry upp! I’m bored and I need you to entertain mee!” The red head pouted after she had pranced over towards his head and stuck her own head in front of his, her eyes looking straight into his, purposefully softening them so that they looked all sad. Cause that’s the way she rolled.

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

--------------------------

``tagged!
b-b-b-benjy!<3

``music
all kinds of crazy shit. but not really. and that german dream? yeah, that happened. o__o

``word count!
1,803 (not counting coding, lyrics, and this shizz)

``outfit!
clickhuuur! yush. she wears socks to bed. keeps her feetsies warm c:

``notes!
et voila! voici es tu...post. that's probably all wrong, but whatever xD

lyrics by nevershoutnever!