Charlie sat up in the grass, his hands wandering to his shirt, shaking the dirt and grass from it before opening his eyes, blinking sleepily. He'd been up late the night before, handing out meals to the homeless folk, and boy let him tell you, he was swamped. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he stood, stretching, once fully upright. Looking toward the rising sun, he bent down and picked up his sachel, and his brown jacket. Before leaving the area, he put both on and looked down at himself. He had to get back to his little home before anyone saw him in the now growing daylight. Bells rung as he walked from house to house, trying to stay in the shadows, people stirred and were headed off to work, but no one seemed to notice him. He was almost out of the town when someone opened the window he had been walking in front of, knocking him over onto the ground. He heard her swear, and rush outside to see if he was okay. Quickly Charlie began to rise, he couldn't get caught out here in case one of the Rich Folk were nearby, but god damn did the collision hurt.
"I'm so very terribly sorry, can i get you a cold cloth for that? I really didn't mean to hit you."
The words floated around in his brain for a second before he realised what she had said and answered, shaking his head cautiously.
"No, no, that was completly my fault, let me not waste your time any further, I ought to be on my way."
He began to rise again before he looked at her and took in the sight, she was about his age and she had the most beautiful charcoal black hair he had ever seen, and her eyes were such a deep brown, he couldn't help but staring. He heard a gasp and looked around to see who it was, but then realising it was him, he looked away, face red and hot.
Her eyes met his and now it was her turn to gasp,
"You're eyes... they're... two colored...
I've never seen eyes like that, two colors? And the shades- they are most unique.."
She looked into his eyes once more, then looked away, standing. She held out her hand to help him up, and he nervously accepted. Once both of them were standing, he rubbed his head and turned to leave. The girl shouted a protest;
"Hey, don't go just yet! I haven't gotten your name. My name is Molly, and you are..?"
She raised an eyebrow as if saying he had better answer.
Charlie thought for a moment before speaking,
"Well, Molly, a name holds power over those who hold it, and i am not yet prepared to let you hold that power over me."
Having said that he turned around succesfully this time, without a protest from the now stunned Molly, and he walked down the gravel path toward his home, his sachel bumping against his leg while he walked. By now, the hot summer sun was up and he began to produce a light sweat. He thought to himself as he walked, no longer worrying about people seeing him, as he was far enough away from the village to not have to keep a look out.
Why didn't i tell her my name..? He thought. Sure, i've never trusted anyone with that information before, but she seemed different. I don't know... Something strange is going on.
He shook the thoughts from his head, but the guilty pang of being rude still stuck with him.
Once he arived to his home, he was sweating perfusley, and he just needed to sleep. His home was a small cottage deep in the woods, he had built it himself, and had the scars from driving a screw into his hand to prove it. Stepping inside, he went straight to his room, the sachel making a slight noise with every step. He took off the brown jacket and set it on the hook near his bedroom door, then he walked over to his bed and set his bag down, he would have to sort it out soon. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he saw a muscular teenager with dirty blonde hair, this outfit was one of his favorites, a black tanktop with dark brown cargo pants. He posed in front of the mirror, flexing his muscles before realising he probably looked like a fool.
He coughed as if to clear the embaresment from the person empty room. He sighed, and walked over to his clostet, pulling a pair of black sweats and a black T. He then trotted out of the room to the bathroom, which was a standard walk in shower with a see through door, a sink, and a toilet. Each item had a black mat in front of it, and on the wall was a clothing and towel holder where he then set the outfit down. He turned toward the shower, opened the door, and started the water. Charlie waited until the water steamed up the room to strip his clothes off, and step inside. He stood in the warm water, closed his eyes, and daydreamed about life before being kicked out, and before his mothers death.
His most favorite memory was when his parents had taken him to the park, his mom had pushed him on the swing, raced him up to the top of the slide and all the way down, and played on the mary go round with him. His father had played basketball with him and bought him icecream at the end of their trip. He remembered so clearly the warmth of the day with the perfect breeze, the genuine smile of love between the two people Charlie loved most, and the last time they had ever all happily spent a day together.
He sighed slightly, and quickly finished showering, making sure to wash everywhere so he wouldn't be dirty like his father had told him he so often was. As he turned off the warm water, his skin was a bit pink from the long shower, but it didn't bother him, and he quickly started to get dressed before hearing a crash coming somewhere from inside his home. He finished pulling up his pants and abandoned the shirt on the counter before running to see what was the matter, on his way grabbing a dagger from his shoe by the door. He stood still and listened cautiously, he could hear footsteps in his bedroom. Walking silently to his room, he saw the door was more open then he had left it. He creeped in and yelled to the intruder.
"FREEZE!! I will not repeat myself, freeze!!"
Then he realised who it was and his mouth opened, the dagger still held in a deffensive position.
"What the hell are you doing here Molly?!?? You can't follow me and intrude into my private home."
He glared at her and she seemed to shrink at his angry gaze.
"I'm sorry, it's just I really needed to know who you were, i'd never seen you before, and none of the village boys act or look like you."
She made a point of looking at his dagger, then his bare chest, and lastly his multi colored eyes. Charlies eyes looked from her to himself as he realised he still didn't have a shirt, and he blsuhed slightly. Lowering the knife from its position, he spoke softly but seriously to her.
"That's no excuse to stalk me home, and sorry about being so revealing, let me go get a shirt. And you better not touch anything, or i will have to use this dagger, okay?'
She nodded intimidatingly, he would never kill anyone other than in self defense, but he hoped the bluff would keep her in line as she had so far proven to him she couldn't be. Nodding in approval, he walked away back to the bathroom, and pulled the shirt over his head, and putting it on the rest of the way.
He walked back to his room and stood in the doorway for a minute, studying her. She hadn't moved since he had left her, and he smiled at that.
"So, got all the info you need...? Or do you need more?"
He said it teasingly and he had a sly smile as he watched her. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment before she spoke.
"Listen, I need your name or I'm not leaving. I gave you mine, it's only fair."
He scoffed, his smile wavering before becoming one of mockery instead.
"No, no, no, you listen here Molly. You gave me your name willingly, i did not ask and i did not plan on it. Plus, your parrents will come looking for you if you don't return home soon. So be a doll and run home why don't ya."
His gaze held hers before she looked away angerly and muttered something under her breath.
"Wanna say that louder Princess?"
He taunted her, he hated it, but he had to make her leave, what ever it took.
"I said," (with this she stared daggers at him) "Of course a fourteen year old nobody would tell me to go home. What is saying your name going to do to you? Nothing. Oh wait, i see, it must be something as simple as you.. Hmmm maybe Carl, or Bob. Okay Bob, you want me gone? I'm gone. But if you don't tell me your name, i'll tell the entire village about you and where you live."
She glared smugly at him and he had panic in his eyes before he played it off.
"Fine, you want my name? It's Charlie Blackwell. Happy? By the way, how do you know my age? And how old are you?"
Charlie waited a moment while it seemed she was thinking how to answer.
"I don't know how, but i just know peoples age. And I am almost fourteen, but I am currently thirtneen for another month."
Charlie yawned, suddenly sleepy. He stretched his arms up, his shirt revealing his stomach as he did so. He looked at Molly after and saw her blushing a bit, he shook the thought away and spoke again.
"Are we done here? I've had a long night and i have another one for like the rest of my life."
His words were even, but Molly could tell he needed sleep so she nodded and answered him.
"Yeah, thank you for your time, and sorry for breaking in."
With that she started to walk toward the front door.
"Bye Molly, and remember, breaking in is a crime, so try to refrain from such actions in the future."
She turned to him smiling.
"Okay Charlie."
And then she turned and left. He sighed once before turning to his bed, pushing the items ontop off and laying ontop, instantly, he fell asleep.