- - -clever love {open}

[lilia]

and every clock upon the wall

ticks with each second you're gone
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Grocery shopping; one of Charlie's many weekly responsibilities. Every week, his mother made him a very detailed list and gave him an almost exact amount of money, making it almost impossible to sneak any of his own treats into the cart...unless he wanted to pay for them out of his own pocket. Either way, there he was again, strolling lea surely down the aisles. As he approached the canned soups and pasta aisle, Charlie took his sweet time to browse all the merchandise organized on the shelf...blah. Everything about this grocery store was so typical and so god damn boring. Sure, he knew where everything was, but...well, Charlie just didn't feel like doing exactly what he was told today. Nope, today was different. He was sick of taking orders and sick of his mother sending him out to buy the same shit and making the same food every week. It was over.

In reality, was grocery shopping supposed to be this big of a deal? No. And Charlie knew this as he abandoned his half filled cart, along with the typical list sitting among the items. He really was not sure of what had come over him, or why he had decided to rebel in such a peculiar way, especially since a lecture from mother was almost guaranteed if he walked through his front door without groceries. But he honestly did not care anymore...if Mrs. Hough wanted her groceries, she could go out and get them herself.

As Charlie exited the grocery store, he took a moment to sit down on a bench located right outside the automatic doors. He leaned against the hard wooden back rest and a small smile finally curled across his lips. What an odd feeling he had, and what an odd say it was. As he looked around, he didn't recognize anyone...and why would he? It's not like the grocery store was the hot hang out where all the kids from his high school went to have a good time. That would be insane. As all these thoughts raced through Charlie's head, he let his eyes close and his face bask in the sunlight. He didn't have a single worry anymore, not even those god forsaken groceries.

[sam]

honey why you callin' me so late it's kinda hard to talk right now
HONEY WHY YOU CRYIN' IS EVERYTHING OKAY?
i gotta whisper 'cause i can't be too loud
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Always out of the loop, Mercades was. She always woke up in the oddest of moods and never knew why. She needed something to perk herself up and to her, that was coffee. Definately something she was gonna get today, but on the other note about her odd moods, she just didn't know. She went to bed the night before happy because she spent most of the night talking to Charlie. He made her smile and he made her happy, so it was no reason was to why she woke up in a odd mood this morning. She loved sleep, so maybe that was the reason. She had to wake up early due to having things to do on her own today, so that was probably the reason for her mood. It was okay though, eventually the mood would change...If she saw someone that she really wanted to see.

On the note of Charlie, in Mercades' mind, they are together. He's never actually asked her to be his girlfriend, but they've been out together multiple times, they've been intimate with each other, or in their sence, they've 'hooked up', and they've gotten into massive fights that result in them not talking for days until they finally feel like making up. Everything a couple does, right? Right, but apperently, they weren't a couple yet to Charlie. Mercades would wait for the days that Charlie finally asked her that faithful question. Nothing would really matter to her anymore. She's an open girl and to be honest, she thinks that Charlie would be the perfect person to be able to call hers, and only hers. Not that she's possesive or anything, but she wants to be able to feel loved.

Today, after hoping out of bed and dragging herself to make it up and look pretty, Mercades got herself into the shower to get ready for the day. She's so used to taking about forty five minute showers, she never knew why. She thought it was a girl thing. But, away from that chatter, she had to take about a twenty minute shower. Afterwards, she wrapped a towel around herself and proceeded to get herself ready. The blow dryer, the dressing, the make up, everything. Mercades was always the type to want to look good before she left the house, for anything. She wasn't a diva, she just wanted to present herself in a good way. After being fully dressed, she cleaned up her bathroom, and walked out, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later, a pair of sandals appeared on her feet, and before she knew it, she had her keys in her hand and her purse over her shoulder.

Living alone had it's advantages, and disadvantages, in that case. Mercades liked living alone though, it made her feel responsible. She had chores, still though, when she was living alone. She had to make sure her bills were payed, (and they always were), she had to make sure there was always food in the house, and more things along the line of that. She wanted to prove to her parents that she could be capable of living on her own, and so far, she's done so. Figuring she didn't have enough food in the house right now, she would probably do her big food shop today to give her something to do. She hated waking up and staying in the house all day, she liked doing things, she was a 'go go' type of girl and everyone could tell if you met her.

Mercades exited her house and made her way down her driveway, to her Range Rover. She unlocked it, and climbed inside, putting the keys into the ignition. She smiled at it as it started up, and she put her purse in the seat next to her. She was not up to shopping today at all, but it eventually had to get done, and to think of it, she honestly didn't have much to do today, so why not just get it done now? It would make things much easier on her. On that note, Mercades backed out of her driveway and began driving to the supermarket to begin her adventure. Ten minutes later, she found herself at the local Dunkin Donuts. She had to have her coconut ice coffee or her day just wouldn't freakin' function right. It was just something she usually needed to get through the day. It was also a bad habit, having too much coffee.

Once again, another ten minutes had passed and Mercades got to the supermarket. She found a parking spot close enough to the enterance, and she parked the car, taking the keys out of the ignition as the car stopped running. Her keys got into her purse, and she opened the car door, hoping out. She grabbed her coffee, along with her purse, and shut her car door, making sure it was locked before heading into the store. Mercades grabbed an empty shopping cart on the way in, and her purse and coffee sat in the front of the cart, so Mercades' hands were empty. Much more easier, she just had to walk slowly so her coffee wouldn't fall out of the cart. When she walked a little further inside, her eyes caught someone sitting on a bench. She smiled a little. It was Charlie. See, her mood was already changing. "Hey, cutie," She started, staring at his crystal blue eyes. "I got your text earlier, but I had just gotten out of the shower, so I didn't reply. It's okay though, 'cause look, we met up with each other!" Mercades said, letting out a soft giggle.

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I'M PINNING charlie !
I AM done !
GRAMMY GOES TO hinder - lips of an angel !
WE ARE IN the grocery store !
LOOKING so good !
WORD SAYS nine hundred and fifty four !
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
GRAPHIC SKILLS TO a lovely graphic maker !
I'VE GOTTA SAY hello. i'm so excited about the plot for these two haha.