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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Mar 6, 2011 23:20:46 GMT -5
As the two of them sat side by side in the cab, the last thing on Marcus's mind was Jacob. He couldn't tell what Charlie was thinking, but as far as he had seen, she hadn't exactly ended her relationship. They would be seeing Jacob again, that much he was sure of, and however scared as she may have been, Marcus felt like he was ready for whatever the guy had to bring to him. He wasn't going to let anybody else hurt Charlie.
Why was he so protective of her anyways? He didn't have much time to think about that, seeing that the car was pulling over to the curb. They stopped right in front of the doors of his up town, high rise apartment building. It was way out of his price range, and if it were up to him he would've stayed in a less palatial area - Brooklyn was always more of his scene - but his mother had kept insisting when he first moved here that her only son should buy somewhere nice and classy. When her and her husband offered to pay the rent, well he wasn't going to argue anymore.
Marcus held the cab door open for Charlie as she got out. "It's no big deal. Really." he asserted with a shrug. Raising a curious eyebrow as he watched her wince, he bit his lip, on the verge of asking if she was alright. Knowing how stubborn she was, all she would say in return would be something along the lines of "I'm great!" He just smirked to himself and let it go. "Hey, I'm letting you stay at my place without making you pay rent. The least you can do is put some of your humility on the line by riding in a wheel chair for ten feet." Of course, he was joking, but there was some truth in there.
Quickly, so as to get out of the cold and avoid the people going up and down the side walk, he escorted her through the front doors and across the large tiled room to the elevators, where he jabbed the button indicating the 15th floor with his thumb. After a long enough lift and a short walk down the hall, they were at his front door. Marcus pulled out his keys and began to turn one in the lock before looking over his shoulder and weakly smiling at Charlie. Wasn't this sort of crazy? Just letting her live with him after they'd only known each other for a week? He was pulled from his thoughts when he realized that the lock wouldn't turn.
"Damn it." He cursed lightly to himself as he looked back down at his hands and fiddled around the key ring for the right key. It took him a few seconds, but sure enough he found the one. When he heard the lock click, Marcus began to push the door open and turned back around to face Charlie. "Well... this is it."
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Mar 9, 2011 19:46:10 GMT -5
(OH MY GOD. -_- I typed out my reply and was on my last paragraph when I accidently hit the refresh key. I'm so pissed.)
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Mar 9, 2011 19:55:45 GMT -5
Charlie still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that this was actually happening. It happened so fast. She went from being in an abusive relationship and almost dying one day, to having someone who cared about her - a friend - all in a little over a week. Could you believe that? It had happened so fast. Charlie had to admit, having Marcus walk into her life was almost like a miracle. After all, if he hadn't been there, she wouldn't be there now.
The cab ride seemed to have gone by even faster than the week they had spent in the hospital. Charlie couldn't help but chuckle ever so slightly as she slid herself out of the cab, seeing Marcus with his raised eyebrow. Of course Charlie knew what he was thinking. "Calm down, I'm fine. You can turn off doctor mode now." Charlie smirked, rolling her eyes to show that she was just teasing. Damnit. Did he really have to go and say that? Charlie sighed. "No. I may not have the money right now, but I am going to pay rent."
Charlie wasn't going to let go of this anytime soon; knowing how stubborn she was. Shaking her head, Charlie followed Marcus into the apartment building with a wide eyed look on her face. The place was huge. Hell, even the main entrance had to be at least twice the size of her old apartment. Another laugh rose from her throat as Marcus attempted to open his door, scrunching her nose in the process. "I know you think I'm hot and all, but pay attention to the door instead of smiling at me like a five year old." Charlie teased once more, sticking her tongue out.
Click. Hearing the sound of the door open made her heart race. Well... this was it. "It's so big." Charlie laughed nervously, stepping into the large apartment.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Mar 10, 2011 0:40:53 GMT -5
((Oh, Jesus. I hate when that happens. ): it's like, so close, but then so far away.))
Marcus had to laugh slightly, more at himself than at Charlie. "The thing about doctor mode is that it never shuts off. Get used to it." he replied, half serious and half joking. "And, going back to the rent thing," he started as he stepped inside his apartment, "No, you're not paying me. You being admitted to the hospital and paying medical bills contributes to my pay check, so technically you've already paid me." Raising another eyebrow at her, he dared her to try and argue now. There was no point, really. If she paid him it would make him feel completely dick-ish. Especially when he didn't even pay for half of this place without any help from his parents.
Flicking the switch on the wall, Marcus turned the lights on, seeing that it was beginning to grow dark outside. They were standing in a small, yet open room, one whole wall was panelled with windows from the floor to the ceiling, exposing a nice view of the city. Not that they were up in one of the higher floors, they were actually on level fifteen to be exact, but the scene outside was still exceptional. He hadn't done too much as far as decorating went. He was a man, who expected him to? Still, all of the basics were there; a couch, TV stand, table, a small-ish kitchen in the corner, you get the picture. The only thing that really gave the room any decoration were a number of "abstract" paintings. Although, they weren't framed or anything. They just hung there, on the grey walls, with nothing but the canvas they were created on.
There were four other doors in the room. One lead to his bedroom, one to his office/study/whatever you'd want to call it, another to a small bathroom, and the last to a miniscule closet. Other than the other bath that was through his bedroom, there was really nothing else to it. Marcus tossed his keys on a small table right next to where they entered. Nothing else sat on it besides a picture of his parents. Scratching the back of his head, he turned around to look at Charlie once more. "Yeah, it's almost a little much isn't it? Make yourself at home, I guess."
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Mar 10, 2011 15:54:33 GMT -5
(I know. I hate it so much.)
A small smile appeared on her lips as she heard Marcus laugh. "I don't have to get used to anything. Let me guess, whenever I have a little cough you're going to freak out, right?" Charlie questioned with a smirk, once again rolling her eyes. Marcus was right though - even if she wasn't going to admit it - she would have to get used to it, among other things. When Marcus returned to the rent subject, she simply shook her head and crossed her arms across her chest. Nope. He wasn't going to win this one. "That was for the hospital. Not for living with you. Whether you like or not I'm paying."
Charlie huffed, shaking her head. Whenever someone gave her something it made her feel like a complete ass; since she wasn't able to give anyone anything in return. It made her feel like a gold digger, in a way. That's not what she wanted. "End of story." Charlie nodded. She went back to glancing around the large open space, laughing nervously at the 'make yourself at home' part. This was her home for the time being.
Everything seemed so awkward. Silence was starting to fill the room, not knowing what else to say. "Thank you." Charlie whispered, going over and sitting down on the couch slowly. That wheel chair back at the hospital wasn't looking so bad right now. "So... what should we do now?"
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Mar 11, 2011 0:09:32 GMT -5
((Seriously? The same thing happened to me just now. But not once. No. TWICE. In a row. Screw it, I'll reply tomorrow. T.T ))
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Mar 11, 2011 6:42:11 GMT -5
(Really now? Damn. We have the worst if luck, don't we? D:)
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Mar 13, 2011 20:05:44 GMT -5
((Yeah, bad luck sums it up. ): Sorry it's taken me a couple days, by the way.))
Stopping for a second, Marcus pretended to think about the scenario in his mind. "Freak out? That's pretty much it." he started with a laugh before continuing, half serious and half joking, "Just imagine me if I ever have kids. I'll be one of those dads that flip and send their son to the emergency room for a scraped knee." There Charlie went again about the rent. She wasn't going to budge was she? Whether she liked it or not, Marcus was final. He wasn't going to make her pay a dime. "Whatever." he scoffed when she kept insisting that she would. Even if she gave him the largest sum of money, he would just find a way sneak it back in her pocket. He didn't have to take anything.
Marcus laughed at her as she huffed and puffed. Always so stubborn. "Can't you for once just agree with me on something?" he noted, still chuckling slightly. In no way was he being serious or trying to start and argument. When he actually thought about it, he would rather her be headstrong than a push-over. It made things interesting, that was for sure. That horribly awkward silence once again began to fill the room. Thankfully, he didn't have to get far in thinking of something to say before she spoke. "It's no problem, really." he replied, smiling weakly at her. "It'll be nice to have a room mate."
What should they do? Marcus thought over that question for a few moments as it once more grew quiet between them. He sure didn't have a clue. Find a board game? Build a bird house? A quick glance at the kitchen and he was inspired. Alcohol sounded good right about now, for him anyways. "I don't care what your physician says, but I'm your surgeon, and I say that you should have a drink. I mean, if you want." Did she even like that sort of thing, or was he making himself look like an idiot? There was no point in freaking out over it, but for some reason, he was.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Mar 13, 2011 23:03:08 GMT -5
((We've both had bad luck lately. ): Don't worry about it.))
Charlie stifled a laugh that threatened to rise up from her throat. She could picture it now. Her staying in bed all day with a slight temperature and cough, and Marcus freaking out over it. This was going to be an amusing time living together. "Remind me to never get sick around you then." Charlie nodded with a small wink, smirking ever so slightly. As soon Charlie heard Marcus mention kids the smile slowly started to fade off her face, going quiet for a moment. Talking about kids was a tough and emotional subject for her. Hell, even just seeing kids playing outside was enough to make her upset. After all, she was going to be a mom before that jackass took it away from her like everything else.
"I can see you doing that." Charlie replied with a slight nod, forcing a smile upon her lips. By now she was completely ignoring the rent subject. Hopefully it would make Marcus think she had given up on wanting to pay, and not question why she had the sudden mood swing. "Do you want kids one day? For some reason I can't picture you wanting to settle down and want a kid." Charlie shrugged her shoulders, leaning back on the sofa. Silence filled the air once more.
Hearing Marcus, Charlie let a nervous laugh rise up from her throat. "Am I even allowed to have a drink with the medicine I'm on?" Charlie questioned, biting down on her lip. It was so tempting to give in. "Or are you just trying to get me drunk?" Charlie added with an eye roll, smirking once again. Who knows, maybe the alcohol would help with the pain she was in too. It couldn't hurt to try. "But... Sure."
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Mar 13, 2011 23:52:48 GMT -5
Shit, now how did he manage to mess that one up? It seemed that the minute the words came out of his mouth, Charlie had drastically reacted to them for a reason Marcus didn't even know. What had he said to set her in that mood? Over and over again he ran the last few things he said through his mind, dissecting them fragment by fragment. He remembered mentioning the word 'dad.' Had she lost hers? Was that it? Or did saying 'emergency room' spark some unpleasant memories? Surely she wouldn't let something like that get to her. Or would she? Hell, when Marcus really thought about it, he barely knew her.
Before he let himself get any further, he stopped himself. There he went, over thinking things all over again and making up scenarios in his mind from the littlest things. He noticed the whole rent debate suddenly end, but for some reason it didn't seem important in that moment. Marcus saw her try to force a smile, and as much as he wanted to give her a reassuring grin, he was thinking too hard to even curl his lips the slightest bit. Disregarding Charlie's question, he asked her, "What's wrong?" Asking her. Yeah. There was an idea, instead of coming up with hastily made stories in his mind.
For a second, things quieted down and seemed to relax. Walking into his kitchen, he began pulling down bottles of liquor from on top of his fridge. Yeah, alcohol really seemed awesome right about now. Medication? He hadn't thought of that part. "Oh, maybe it wouldn't be best, then." he gave second thoughts as he now set the bottles down on the counter with a few light thuds and clanks. The last thing he wanted was to put her in a coma. "Well... I guess it wouldn't hurt as long as you don't go crazy." What was he doing? He knew it was a bad idea, and there he was, endorsing it.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Mar 14, 2011 6:08:58 GMT -5
The moment Marcus had sighed Charlie knew that he had figured out something was wrong with her. It didn't take a genuis to figure that one out. But what the hell was she supposed to say? It wasn't something you just blurted out to someone out of nowhere. Charlie had remembered telling him about it when she was in the hospital in a rush to get her story about Jacob out, but she doubted he even paid attention to that part when there were other more important parts like being abused to the story that night she had told him.
There it was. The dreaded question. What was wrong? Charlie hesistated for a moment, unsure of what to say or do at the moment. Should she tell him? By now she was already feeling like a complete asshole, making him worry that he had done or said something wrong when it really wasn't his fault. She might as well tell him.
"Remember what I told you in the hospital?" Charlie questioned, not waiting for an answer to her question. "I...I was pregnant once. I don't really know what happened, whether it have been the stress or the beatings, but I miscarried." Charlie was now in a low whisper, glancing down at the ground. The alcohol seemed better and better by the moment. "I'm not going to go crazy with it." Charlie added with a nod, lifting her head up to see Marcus now in the kitchen.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Mar 16, 2011 22:20:18 GMT -5
Marcus watched her face as she composed herself and answered his question. The minute she told him, he immediately felt bad. How could he not remember something like that? Of course, now he could look back on it in clear detail. It was that night that they first met, he was standing there, trying to pry the answers he was -for some reason- so desperately looking for out of her mouth. Something along the lines of, "He's been doing it to me ever since I was fifteen. I was going to have his kid, then, well..." And Charlie had been sitting there in that hospital bed, just laying it all out for Marcus, and now he couldn't even remember it.
"I'm sorry I couldn't remember before." He finally said, shaking his head slightly as he looked down at his hands and rung them around the bottle necks in front of him. Now it was actually beginning to register with him: Charlie had been pregnant and that stupid man had just taken it all away from her. He didn't know anything about kids, nonetheless having them, but he was smart enough to know losing a child was a big fucking deal. "Charlie," he said her name from behind the kitchen counter and raised his eyes to look at her, "one day you'll have a family. With somebody who actually deserves you." He didn't realize how cheesy that sounded until he actually said it. What was his deal? Since when was he that 'heartfelt' or 'emotional' guy?
Time for a slight subject change. Marcus felt that this conversation was getting a little too heavy for his tastes. "So, uh, vodka? Gin? Rum? Champagne? I have a little bit of wine left... oh, and there's beer in the fridge if you're one of those chicks. Pick your poison." he shrugged, although Charlie probably wasn't even looking at him.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Mar 18, 2011 16:30:14 GMT -5
The silence was slowly starting to get to her. Of course, she hadn't expected Marcus to know why she had become upset. Anything could have set her off at the moment, with everything she had been through. It wasn't his job to know every single thing about her and what would make her upset. Charlie shook her head - even though Marcus was still in the kitchen and couldn't see her - sighing heavily. Why couldn't they stay in a good mood for more than a few minutes?
"Marcus..." Charlie trailed off, sighing once more. "You didn't know mentioning kids would make me upset. It's not your fault, really." Charlie whispered underneath her breathe. It was the truth. Charlie lifted her head up to glance over at Marcus in the kitchen, biting down on her bottom lip anxiously. "I really, really, doubt that. I don't even think I want to date anymore." Charlie laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
Honestly, Charlie wasn't that much of a big drinker. She had occasionally tried a few drinks when she was younger, but not recently. Marcus had all that? Damn, that just made it even harder to choose. "I'll have what you're having." Charlie smirked.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Mar 27, 2011 1:47:32 GMT -5
Marcus could tell that the uncomfortably still quiet wasn't only getting to him, but Charlie as well. Why did every conversation at one point or another become so awkward? Chances were, things would get casual and words would come naturally between them in the next few minutes. But how long after that would it take for it to turn tense once again? Leaning over the counter, he propped his chin in his hand and let out a long, drawn out sigh.
She said his name; Marcus didn't change his posture or anything, just cast his eyes over to her face. "Doesn't change the fact that I still feel bad." He quietly noted, more to himself than anything, but Charlie most likely heard it anyways. "Dating is over rated anyways." He said with a slight laugh. Marcus hadn't gone on many legitimate dates in his life time. Not to say that he wasn't fulfilled in that department, most relationships that he'd been in had just grown naturally from a friend ship or something along the lines of one.
Finally straightening up, he grabbed the bottle nearest to him and began to absentmindedly trace his thumb around the cap. "Are you sure? Because I was planning on having rum and coke." Marcus scoffed. He found it hard to believe that she was a casual drinker, and he wasn't sure if she would want something that strong. Then again, he'd been surprised before. "I mean, unless that's what you want." he added after a moment.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Mar 27, 2011 18:39:42 GMT -5
One of them needed to say something, anything, to get the awkwardness out of the conversation. They had done it before, why was it so hard to recover from it this time? Then again, all the other conversations that had turned awkward hadn't exactly been as serious as having a miscarriage. Charlie continued to glance at him from on the couch, pouting as she leaned back and put her legs up on the couch to get more comfortable - the pain medication was definetely starting to wear off, it it hadn't already.
"Well then come back in here so I can give you a hug!" Charlie exclaimed with a small laugh, putting on a pretend pout to try and ease the tension. She extended her arms out to go along with it, raising an eyebrow to wait to see Marcus's reaction to the sudden happiness. Hearing his comment, Charlie rolled her eyes and pulled her arms back to her sides. "So those dates in the hospital were lies? Pssh, forget you then."
Charlie let out yet another laugh. It was pretty safe to say that the tension had subsided, at least for her. "What do you mean am I sure?" Charlie scoffed in a mocking tone, just like Marcus had. "You don't think I can handle it, don't you?"
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