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ZAKKARY JAMES KINGSTON
the son of greed.
the son of greed.
Beds are often a sanctuary and on the reasonably chilly Saturday, it was far from an exception. One young ginger-haired lad was so attached to his bed that he even went so far as to clutch the pillow in a desperate attempt to never leave. He was in dreamland, a land far better than any reality that he was living in the moment he woke. His reality was a horrid mess, one that he wanted to avoid altogether. Naturally, it was impossible, but for the moment while he was slaying dragons and gleefully flaunting his many tattoos, he did not have to worry about his reality. That is, until a knock against his door broke his wondrous dreams and caused his eyes to slowly flutter open. It was like being born all over again. At first he didn't know what to do, the world was new to him. Then he remembered to breath and slowly regained the function of his tired eyes. He then let out a soft groan. "What!?" he murmured in a sharp, noticeably bothered tone. As the door slowly opened, he shoved his arms under his sheets and pulled them over his shoulders. He then turned to face the person at the door who, as per usual, was his mother. She was dressed well in a white dress suit with white pearls dangling around her dainty neck. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a bun and her lipsticked lips were pursed. This never, ever meant a positive thing. It was a look that read 'the apocalypse is coming, better get ready'. But, the poor boy knew that he would never be ready for whatever his mother decided to throw at him.
"Zakkary..." she cooed in a ridiculously sweet voice that in no way matched her bitter expression. "You've already over slept. It's time to get dressed. Remember to wear something presentable for brunch." And, with no further words of 'love', Zak's mother turned and shut the door behind her. Her heels could be heard clacking against the dark floorboards of the home, and until the noise faded, Zak didn't dare to move. After he was sure that he could no longer hear the sound of her shoes, he slowly slid out of bed, rubbing his hands through his hair as he did so. "Something presentable." he muttered to himself while shaking his head. When was he not presentable? Always, he supposed, otherwise his mother would never mention it. Either that, or she cared far too much about external appearances for her own good. With a slight sigh, Zakky tried to shrug it off his shoulders, much like he tried to do with all of his problems that seemed to attach themselves to him and never let go. He looked up and over at his mirror, letting another sigh pass through his lips. He didn’t look forward to the day. It would be filled with an unfathomable amount of greed mixed with a wedding rehearsal that he was a part of. That was the nightmare for any nineteen year old that wasn’t in love. Perhaps going back to bed would be the smart idea…
“ZAKKARY, COME ALONG NOW!”
Perhaps not.
Zakky, or Zakkary, as his parents insisted on calling him, quickly realised that he would not win against his mother and so quickly scrambled to his feet. With eyes mainly focusing on the mirror and not what clothes his was grasping from his chair, he picked at the details of his appearance, scrutinising every detail of his appearance, especially his hair. Eventually, after being able to tear his eyes from the mirror, Zakky managed to dress in black skinny jeans, a white v-necked shirt with black stripes and a pair of red and white vans. He ruffled his hair, making it messy but in a way that could be considered ‘stylish’. Before leaving his room, he grabbed a thin black cardigan and pulled it on. He was warm enough wearing what he was, but he knew he could walk out of his room without wearing sleeves. Up and down his arms were beautiful tattoos, the first of which he had gotten as a slightly tipsy seventeen year old. Since he’d been slowly building on them, he’d needed to wear long and long garments to the point where he could only wear things that were a little too long in the sleeve so they covered the end tattoos on his hands. He then removed his nose ring and stuffed it in his pocket. His parents never approved of his piercing, nor of the hole it left whenever he took it out. But, it was his decision, not their’s. It was just a shame that it was the about one of the only decisions he had left.
With the slight sense of satisfaction for defying his mother’s orders, Zakky promptly left his room. He knew that he hadn’t dressed for the occasion, but there was no reason to piss his mother off further by being late. The moment he stepped into the kitchen, he heard his father’s newspaper crinkle as the man peered over the newspaper and at his son. “Are you going to some cheap bar?” he inquired, looking at his son up and down. Zakky grimaced at his father, William Kingston. “No, Bill, we‘re going to the damn wedding rehearsal.” he muttered as he grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl at the centre of the large dining table. William stared at his son, a shocked expression on his features. It was one thing for his son to wear such horrid clothing on perhaps the biggest day of Zak’s life, but for him to be rude to his elder? That would simply not do. “You‘d better hold that smart tongue that the rehearsal, boy.” Zakky, used to his father’s stern tone of voice, did nothing other than shrug and said, “Whatever. I hope my marriage brings you plenty of wealth.” Not wanting to linger to face the repercussions of his smart mouth, Zakky quickly slunk away. He peeled his orange and ate it quickly. He then proceeded to the kitchen to throw his orange peel away and washed his hands. It was a simple enough task to wipe the juice away with water, but this action made Zakky sigh deeply. Soon enough, his left hand would have a ring on it. A ******** wedding ring. Worst of all, he didn’t know the broad that he was betrothed to.
For all Zakky knew, she could weigh three hundreds pounds and ride around in a wheelchair. Or, she could be drop dead gorgeous but have a brain that could fit in a thimble. Neither sounded appealing, but both sounded possible. It wasn’t like his mother, Eleanor, and his father screened the girl before agreeing to a marriage that wasn’t theirs. They only wondered whether the uh…the uh….Chaplins. Yes, whether or not the Chaplins had wealth. If they did, they were good in his parents books. Not in his. He really could not give a damn. But, what did it matter what he thought? “Zakkary, darling, we have to get going! No sense in keeping your in-laws waiting!” his mother called out in a sing-song voice. “I DON’T WANT TO GO.” he called back. Eleanor quickly stuck her head in their oversized kitchen and flashed him a look. What did it matter what he thought? Nothing. That’s what. With no other option then to face his doom, Zakky quickly dashed upstairs and brushed his teeth before hurrying back down and jumping into the car. It was depressing to know that it would be one of the last he could experience without, dare he say it, his wife. How truly horrid.
On the way to the rehearsal brunch, Zakky knew that his mother was starring at him impatiently, in particular at his head. He knew it bothered her when his hair was a stylish mess, but it was all the more reason to persist with messing it up. “It‘s staying like this.” he muttered darkly before sliding away from her. He truly didn't want to have anything more to do with her or his father and looking out the car window seemed to be a perfect way to achieve that. Unfortunately for Zakky, this could only last so long before they arrived at Rose Garden Restaurant, where their rehearsal was taking place. Zakky shuddered upon looking at it. The lush gardens, fancy delicious food and his family would all be there. It was enough to make him sick. The car soon pulled over and Zakky jumped out first. He was tempted to make a dash for it, though the look on his mother's face quickly changed his mind. "I don't think the Chaplins are here yet, dear. Say, why don't you wait for them, hmm?" "And why don't you control your own ******** life?" he thought, but didn't dare say out loud. Grudgingly, he nodded and let his parents slip inside to discuss finances while he waited outside for his future in laws and, even worse, his future bride. "God, kill me now." he muttered softly.
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charlotte spencer chaplin
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While the man she was betrothed to was dreading this day, Charlotte was trying to be optimistic about it. Of course she was also upset about what her parents had done and sure, she felt betrayed. She felt like she was being traded for more money but she knew also knew this whole marriage was her mothers idea. Her mother had always cared more about money than she had her daughter or at least that's how Charlie felt. Her father had always been the one who had shown her affection even though he was always the one who worked all the time. He was the president of some company and her mother was the vice president. Needless to say, they were rich and her mother took that for granted. Charlie's father, Charles Chaplin, had made sure she didn't take it for granted. She knew not to look down on someone else unless she was helping them up. She had worked a couple summers at the company her father owned because he said she needed to learn that she was no better than anyone else but it wasn't like she had ever thought she was. She had never thought she was better than anyone else. She knew life wasn't all about money and social status. She knew it was about more than that but it wasn't like any of that mattered anymore. Nothing she thought mattered anymore. Even if she hated the thought of marrying someone she didn't love or even know, it didn't make a bit of difference. Her mother didn't care that she was forcing her only child to marry someone she didn't love. She only cared that she would have more money once she was married to that boy. Zakkary James Kingston was his name. That was all she knew.
A sigh came from her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror and looked over the outfit she was wearing. Sure, it was her style and she was comfortable in it but she knew her mother was going to throw a fit when she saw the outfit. She didn't care that her mother had specifically told her to wear a dress. At the moment, she really didn't care what her mother thought or had to say. She was still highly pissed off with her mom. She still wasn't happy about this marriage but it was something she had to do but wearing a dress when she didn't want to wasn't something she had to do. If she was going to be forced to marry someone she didn't know and a rehearse a wedding she didn't want anything to do with then she was going to be doing it comfortably. Her mother was just going to have to deal with it and keep her mouth shut but she knew that neither was going to happen. Her mother was going to complain all day about her outfit. Shaking her head, she took one last look at herself before she left her bedroom and headed downstairs to where her parents were waiting for her. Of course, her mother grimaced when she saw what her daughter was wearing. "Charlotte, must you really wear something like that to your wedding rehearsal?" Her mother, Georgia, asked her daughter with a obvious distaste in her mother. "If I must rehearse for a wedding to a man I don't know, I'm going to do it comfortably." Charlie said with a soft laugh as she looked over at her father who was trying his hardest not to snicker. Her mother shot a glare at him when she realized this and Charles quickly let his face form a blank stare again.
It didn't take too long for Charlotte to find herself sitting the backseat of her fathers Chevy while staring out the window watching the cars pass them by. She sighed softly as she did but she didn't say anything and neither did either of her parents. The ride was uncomfortably quiet but she guessed her mother wasn't speaking because she was still upset with her daughters outfit but still, Charlie didn't care. Usually she would have cared but right now, she just didn't. She couldn't bring herself to care about what her mother thought because her mother couldn't bring herself to care about what her daughter thought. Caring was a two way street. Slumping in her seat, she continued to stare out the window until she saw a sign that read 'Rose Garden Restaurant'. Just reading the sign made her heart sink into her stomach because now, everything felt so real. It wasn't like before because now she was actually there. She was actually at her wedding rehearsal and she was scared out of her mind. She was also nervous as hell. She couldn't help but wonder what her fiancee looked like. In the back of her mind, she hoped he wasn't some three hundred pound guy obsessed with nothing but Dungeons and Dragons. Oh god. That would be the worst and right now, she was trying to hope for the best. She was hoping the guy she was going to be marrying was at least somewhat good looking and didn't weigh anywhere near three hundred pounds. She wouldn't want to be suffocated in her sleep on her wedding night. That would suck majorly.
Once the car came to a stop, Charlie unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, looking around her as she did. While she was looking around, she spotted an attractive ginger haired boy wearing a black cardigan and skinny jeans. She felt her heart skip a beat and her cheeks flush with color. While she was standing there looking at him, her father leaned over and whispered something in her ear. "Charlie, that's your fiancee, Zakkary." That was all he said before he headed inside with her mother to meet up with the Kingston's. Taking a deep breath to regain her composure, Charlotte headed over to where the boy was standing and managed to smile softly at him. Deep down inside, she was glad he was attractive and fit. At least now she wouldn't have to worry about being suffocated in her sleep on her wedding night. "Umm... hi, I'm Charlotte but you can call me Charlie. Everyone else does..." She said softly as she held out her hand for him to shake. Once he had, she slipped both her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and rocked on her heels a little. Part of her wanted to go inside already because it was a little chilly but the other part wanted to stay outside so she wouldn't have to deal with what was going to happen. Still, it felt a little odd to be standing in front of the man she was going to be marrying after just meeting him moments before. Everything about this day felt odd and made her a little uneasy.
Things became quiet between Charlotte and Zakkary, which made her feel even more uneasy than she already did. She could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't happy about this either. She just hoped he wouldn't take it out on her because she didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't like she had told her mother to arrange for her to be married to someone she had never met before. She would've never done that. Marrying someone she didn't know wasn't something she liked but she knew there was no way out of it. It was a done deal now. Just as she was about to say something to Zakkary, her mother popped out of the building and glared at the both of them. "Charlotte and Zakkary, you need to come inside." Her mother said as politely as she could before she popped back inside. Rolling her eyes, Charlie shook her head and looked up at Zakkary with a small smile before she slipped her hand into his own and pulled him into the building with her. The moment they stepped inside, her hand left his and she looked around, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything. They were so many people there and she didn't even know half of them. She could feel her heart racing her chest and her hands were shaking as she shoved them as deep as she could into her pockets. Charlie had never been good with rooms filled to the brim with people. Large crowds of people had always made her nervous and it was pretty obvious that she was nervous now. Even with all the people coming up to congratulate them, all she could do was nod her head and force herself to smile. She felt like if she was opened her mouth, she would most likely vomit from how nervous she was. Being shy had its ups and downs and this was surely one of the downsides to her crazy shyness.
Once everything had calmed down, Charlotte looked at Zakkary before her mother gestured for her to sit down, which she did immediately. It didn't take long for Zakkary's mother to do the same and soon enough, he was sitting beside her. Now that he was sitting beside her, she felt little less nervous but she couldn't help but stare down at the table. She couldn't bring herself to look at anyone in the room, let alone the man she was betrothed to. Her heart was racing but her hands were shaking a little less than they had been since they came inside. She smiled slightly when her hands completely stopped shaking. Still though, Charlie was still feeling very uneasy and very nervous. She just wanted this rehearsal to be over so she could go home and crawl back into bed so she wouldn't have to deal with his anymore. She just wanted to scream at everyone and just run out but she knew her mother would literally kill her if she did something like that. Her mother would disown her and throw her out if she pulled something like. That was the only reason she had run out screaming because if she had her way, she woud've already done that but she was never going to get her way again. Soon, she was going to be Mrs. Zakkary James Kingston and there was nothing she could possibly do about it now. It was going to happen whether she liked it or not. She just hoped both Zakkary and herself would be able to make the best out of a bad situation and maybe eventually fall in love with each other.
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Feeling rather foolish, Zakky shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down, away from his surroundings. Maybe if he couldn't see what was going around him, it wouldn't happen. And maybe his mother and father would actually care what he was feeling. Huh, yeah right! Just as he was slowly zoning out of the world around him and going into his own peaceful little world, a car pulled up at the front of the restaurant. Zakky slowly looked up and sighed upon seeing it. It was a nice car, which was not uncommon at this restaurant, nor this part of town, but a car that nice? It just had to belong to his in laws. Sure enough, Zakky was soon greeted with smile from people that he'd never met before. No matter how many times Eleanor had scolded and lectured him about using his manners, he was not going to dignify the Chaplins with a cheery and polite response. Instead he merely nodded in their direction, acknowledging their existence, but not the fact that they were soon to be family. Mister and Mrs Chaplin soon left Zakky alone, but not for too long. Their daughter, whose name had gone in one ear and out the other, soon approached him, a gentle, nervous smile upon her lips. He had to admit, despite the fact that he was not too shallow, he was relieved to find that his future wife was in no way fat or even unattractive. In fact, she wasn't at all bad looking. But that was besides the point. Just because she was good looking did mean a thing. Zak would much prefer to have a pretty girl like that and talk to her, then get to know her, then summon the courage to ask her out on a date, then date for a while, have sex and after a good long while get married. But, no. With his pretty girl, they just skipped to the last step. It was cheating.
While it was rather comforting to see that the girl had not bothered to dress formally, much like himself, Zakky couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that swarmed his body. When she introduced herself as Charlotte or Charlie, Zakky merely nodded and shook her hand. It was nice to meet someone new and he could admit that, but knowing that he would soon be seeing her in a white dress put a negative light on things, so much so that he didn't even introduce himself. But, after quite some time of the most awkward of silences, Zakky finally brought himself to say, "I'm Zakky." He skipped the formality of saying his full name. Much like his own thoughts, it wasn't like it mattered. Realising now that the horrid silence was coming back to haunt them, Zakky crossed his arms over his chest and said, "So, Charlie, do you believe in divorce?" Even Zakkary himself couldn't tell if it was an attempt at dry humour or whether he was being serious. Either way, a small part inside of him wanted to know this fact immediately. Unfortunately for him, before his little question could be answered, Charlotte's mother informed the pair that they were required. [******** great." Zakky muttered under his breath just as Charlie grabbed his hand. Call him old fashioned, but wasn't a man meant to make that move? He knew that they were getting married soon and could afford to skip some formalities, but, really it was coming on a bit..well, forward. Even so, Zakky followed along. It was bad enough that he had mentioned divorce, so there was no need to mention the fact that he really wasn't too touchy-feely unless someone really took his fancy. Could that person be Charlotte? He had no idea, but if it wasn't, it was sure as hell going to put a strain on the marriage.
As soon as the pair were in public sight, Charlie let go of his hand and was ushered to her seat. Before his mother could even hurry over to Zak to tell him to find his own seat, Zakkary sat himself down next to Charlotte and shot his mother a glare who merely smiled in return and said, "Aren't they sweet!" to the woman next to her. Zakky shook his head. If he was going to survive this, he was going to need some help. Thankfully, their was a waiter behind him, a silk napkin over one arm and a tray of full champagne flutes in the other. Zakkary waved to grab his attention. When he was offered one flute, Zakkary shook his head and smirk slightly. "I'll just take the tray, thank you." he said, eagerly grabbing the black tray from the waiters hand and placing it in front of him. "See my parents for a tip." he muttered with a wink. The waiter, a little puzzled though pleased from the idea of a tip, nodded politely and strolled away, no doubt to soon find Zakky's parents. Despite the fact that there was an outstanding amount of people surrounding him, Zakky wasted no time and decided to drink like his was in a bar. He grabbed a champagne flute and within seconds had downed the whole thing. He then picked up another one and did the same. Why? Not because he was thirsty, of course, but because everything would soon seem bearable and fun if he was tipsy. After he second flute he realised that there was someone next to him. Oh, yes Charlotte. As Zakky grabbed himself a third flute and placed it in front of himself, he picked another off the tray and slid it over to Charlotte. Instead of doing the traditional 'cheers' Zakky merely rose his glass to her and muttered, "Drink up." before taking his own advice and sculling his third flute. Ah, he could feel himself swaying already. It was going to be quite a challenge to make a speech with a slur. All the more reason to keep on drinking. Perhaps embarrassing behaviour was a way to get out of an unwanted marriage. Only one way to find out.
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charlotte spencer chaplin
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Charlotte couldn't help but giggle when Zakkary had introduced himself as just Zakky. Zakky seemed like a nickname for a five year old, not a full grown man who was about to be married. Though it was rather cute and it was no worse than her nickname. Her nickname made her sound like a guy until people realized it was short for Charlotte and not Charles. It was quite obvious that she was in no way a male. Males didn't have breasts unless they were extremely overweight. Though males also didn't have the same reproductive organs she had and she was sure there was never a flag hole in her pants. She lacked required equipment to do that. But onto other more important things like the question Zakky had asked her. His question took her by surprise and made her worry a little. She hoped he wasn't thinking about just marrying her so their parents could make more money then just divorce her right after their wedding. That would be devastating even if they weren't in love and barely knew each other. Divorce was something she didn't want to go through but it wasn't something she didn't believe in or support. If divorce was something that couldn't be avoided then so be it but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try and make it work. She just wasn't going to give up like he seemed to want to. She hoped that maybe she could somehow change his mind about this whole marriage thing and maybe at least get him to try and stick it out with her but if it came to a point where he was really unhappy, she would let him leave. She just hoped and wished she would be the girl who could make him happy but somewhere deep down inside, she knew she wanted to make it work partly because she didn't want to disappoint her parents. She didn't want to let them down and she didn't want to feel like a failure.
Even though she didn't get the chance to answer him before they were rushed inside, Charlie did have every intention of giving him an answer at some point. Once she was actually able to look over at Zakkary, she saw that he was glaring at his mother who was smiling at him before mentioning something to the woman beside her about how sweet Zakkary and herself looked together. From that, she was guessing not many of the guests knew this was an arranged marriage between two teens who had just met not even fifteen minutes before. It was rather unfortunate but there was really nothing either of them could do which sucked. There was no way out of it. A sigh came from her lips as she tore her eyes away from Zakkary and looked down at the table for a brief moment while she tried to regain her somewhat happy mood but it was harder than it looked. While she was looking at the table, she had kind of zoned and hadn't noticed that a waiter had come by the table and that her soon-to-be husband had taken the whole tray of champagne flutes before telling the young man to get a tip from his parents. It wasn't until he had drank two and slid one in front of her that she noticed. Charlie had never been much of a drinker but she didn't think it could hurt to have a drink or two. Maybe it would help calm her nerves. So when he said drink up, she did just that. Once that one was polished off, she shyly reached over and grabbed another one then chugged it before setting down the glass in front of her. Zakky had drunk three and she had drank two but she was feeling a little buzzed already. She was even feeling a little giggly already. Charlie was a giggly drunk and she was a lot less shy was when she was drunk or buzzed. Though before she could reach over to grab her third one, her mother came by and snatched the tray away before mentioning something about speeches. She had never said anything about speeches before but Charlotte didn't care much right then. She just couldn't stop giggling and smiling. She felt so happy.
Now that the tray of champagne was gone, Charlie looked down at the table and just kept giggling. Giggling was all she seemed to be able to do at the moment and she hoped it wasn't annoying the boy sitting beside her. That was the last thing she wanted to do. She didn't want Zakky to start thinking of her as some annoying nitwit he was going to be stuck with. It was just that she was a little buzzed and giggling just sort of came naturally when she was buzzed. Finally breaking the giggles, she managed to sigh happily and look over at Zakkary with a soft smile. "I'm sorry about before when I just grabbed your hand... I really wasn't thinking when I did it and I hope you won't hold it against me..." She said softly as she fiddled with her own fingers in her lap. "I didn't mean to seem too forward or anything like that." Really, she hadn't meant to. It was just something that sort of happened. There was nothing she could do about it now. It happened and that was that. Lifting up one of her hands, she ran it through her raven hair and sighed softly. While it was silent between them, she could hear all the people around them talking. They were talking about how cute they looked together and what a wonderful couple they would make. Those people didn't know anything but she didn't say anything. People were going to talk no matter what but she did hear a few of the girls in the room making comments about her and how Zakky was way too cute to be getting married to her. Hearing comments like that made her feel even worse about this day than she already did. It also made her wonder if he maybe felt the same way about her that they did. She prayed he didn't. Looking over at him briefly, she smiled softly while her cheeks flushed a little with color.
While things were still silent between to the two, Charlie looked over to see that her mother was gesturing for her to stand up and give a speech about her soon-to-be husband and her upcoming nuptials so Charlie obliged her mother. She stood up and straightened her clothes before looking around the room, still smiling and giggling a little again. "Um... hi. I'm Charlotte but I go by Charlie most of the time. The guy sitting beside me is my soon-to-be husband, Zakkary. He's rather adorable and I was worried he was going to be some three hundred pound gamer nerd but he's not. He's quite fit and his tattoo's are just sooo sexy. Or at least from what I see they are. He seems like my type of guy... not stuck up and preppy, which is good." She paused for a moment to hiccup before bursting into a fit of girlish giggles while she covered her mouth until it was over. "I really hope things work out between us... I really want to be able to make him happy but if I can't, there's always divorce... but I don't want to get divorced. Though I do believe in getting divorces if the marriage isn't working out..." Again, she paused but this time it was so she could look down and wipe her eyes so she wouldn't burst into tears in front of a room full of people. She didn't continue her speech though. She just sat back down in her seat and looked over at Zakky for a brief moment before she looked away from him. Just looking at him made her want to burst into tears. This was a lot harder than it looked. Though while she was looking away from him, she did whisper something to him. "And I meant what I said Zakkary... I do want to make you happy but if I can't and you want a divorce, I'll give you one..." While she was saying that, she had to fight back the urge to still burst into tears. "Though do you think you could maybe one day fall in love with me or maybe even just like me, Zakky?" Charlotte asked softly as she looked into his eyes, hoping that he would say yes to her question. At least then she would have some hope left that maybe he didn't completely despise her and that he might actually try to make their upcoming marriage work.
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ZAKKARY JAMES KINGSTON
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then son of greed.
Alright, now, he did say to drink up, but, really, he didn't expect it to be taken quite so literally. Within seconds of him polishing off his third glass, Charlotte had just drained her first and was well onto her second. The future of the pairs speeches didn't look too good. Both of them were rather thin and no doubt hadn't eaten much due to the brunch, so the alcohol was bound to take a toll on them. Zakky was usually used to holding his alcohol, though he'd been forced to stop going out so much as of late, and he was paying for it now. He was swaying unintentionally, though only slightly with a stupid smile resting happily upon his lips. He was just about to reach out for his fourth glass when Charlotte's mother swooped down like a hawk and stole the tray away, muttering something about speeches as she did so. Zakky sighed, but only for a brief moment. He turned to look at Charlie who, despite the fact that she had lost her drink, was giggling like a maniac. Feeling as if it was almost contagious, Zakky joined in involuntarily. Everything didn't seem to be such a bother nor a weight on his shoulders. Plus, even he and Charlie seemed a little more relaxed. This, THIS is how things should be. Now, if only he could be tipsy all the time without succumbing to alcohol poisoning or liver failure, Zakky would have a fine life with his family.
After letting a brief silence fall over the pair now that their crazed and tipsy giggling had ceased, Charlie soon broke it once again, but this time with words instead of a fit of giggles. Zakky chuckled a little at her words about the hand holding and shook his head, waving his hand at her as a gesture to show that it was fine. As he did this he noted that he sleeve had lifted a little, revealing the end of his tattoos. Zakky quickly covered himself once again, giggling slightly upon doing so. "Oh, it's fine," he said in a very mellow tone, ",but, um....maybe we shouldn't do that for a while." He wasn't trying to be a d**k, even if it might've seen like it. He was just using Charlie's tipsiness as an excuse to casually drop in the fact that he wasn't too keen on physical affection. Or affection of any sort, really. But, it was better that it was coming out now and not later on when it wouldn't be taken quite so lightly. After mentioning this, another silence settled between Zakky and Charlie, one that did not lift as soon as it was in place. Instead, the pair merely sat in their silence, listening to the gushing gossips besides them. "Oh. My. GOD. I cannot believe he'd marry her!" a voice from Zakky's left said. Zakky turned and immediately gave the girl the lovely gesture of his middle finger. Sure, he didn't know Charlie, but there was nothing visibly wrong with her and therefore no reason for them to mention it. As he casually gestured to the group of girls, Zakky noticed his father's stern eye watching him carefully. His cheeks soon turned a faint pink and he quickly turned away. He could never have any fun in public. And nor was he going to ever again. Charlie soon made sure of it.
In the distance, Zak could see Mrs Chaplin gesturing madly, not in the same way he had done, but in an encouraging, almost forceful way to get her tipsy daughter to give a speech. Zakky immediately knew that it was far from the brightest of ideas, but he let Charlotte stand with a smirk upon his lips. Perhaps this would be his ticket out of the wedding. For the most part, he sat and watched Charlie's speech happily, laughing as she mentioned that he was glad he was fit and not some overweight gamer. Heck, he even gave a little wave when Charlotte introduced him as her 'soon-to-be husband'. But, all this joy was quick to fade as soon as Charlotte mentioned that one little word. Tattoos. Zakky's smile vanished from his face and was replaced with a tight-lipped frown. He instinctively and discretely pulled the sleeves of his cardigan done. Even if his parents thought that Charlotte was kidding, it would not go down smoothly. Feeling rather brave, Zakky dared to take a peek at his parents' reactions. His mother was quickly trying to dismiss it, saying that Charlotte was too involved with 'celebratory champagne' and could not be serious. His father, on the other hand, was wearing a look that could not just kill, but slaughter, and his fist was now so tightly clenched around his champagne flute that it looked like the glass would snap from the pressure. Charlotte soon giggled again, but unlike the last time, Zakky did not join in. He was far from joining in now. He just listened to her rant on about divorce which, again, would no doubt make steam and fire shoot out from his parents ears. Eager to dismiss what she was saying, Zakky shook his head at all the guests, clasped an imaginary champagne flute and held it to his mouth, tipping it twice and therefore gesturing that she'd had far too much to drink. A few guests nodded and turned to gossip about it, while others, including his parents, ignored it. Thankfully, Charlotte's rather memorable speech soon ended. And not a moment too soon, from the look on his parents' faces.
The moment she sat back down, Zakky was ready to yell at her, accuse her, say anything that would make it clear to her that he was, at the least, pissed at what she had just said. But, her trembling lip and slowly reddening eyes made him change his mind. She'd better be glad that he was tipsy, otherwise he would have been a lot less forgiving. She wanted to be happy. She wanted a marriage. She wanted divorce to be a last resort, like it should be in all marriages. Uh oh. That wasn't what he needed to hear. Worst of all, she wanted to know if he could love her. Sure, he supposed he could. But, really, it would take him quite a while. He could simply lie and say 'of course', but he knew it wasn't a smart idea. Charlotte was most definitely tipsy, but no where near drunk enough to forget what had happened. Desperate to avoid the question, Zakky smile weakly at her and said, "I think," as he gestured to another waiter, "We could use some more champagne." This time he did not grab the tray, but instead simply grabbed two glasses. Oh, and these ones had strawberries in them! Riveting. Zakky quickly drained him before sliding the other glass to Charlotte. It probably wasn't such a good idea to give her anymore. She was already tipsy and making a fool out of the both of them. But, desperate to avoid marriage and answering her question, Zakky failed to see the real negative to the idea. As he watched her, eagerly awaiting Charlotte's drink to reach her lips, he couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eye that his parents were talking in low whispers. Once they noticed that Zakky could see them, they quickly stopped and gestured for him to stand up and give a speech, one that was not spoken in quite the same way as Charlotte's. Hmm, that might be a struggle.
As he stood up to give his speech, the silk of the chair seemed to get silkier still as, before he knew it, Zakky had slid off his chair and onto the ground. Fantastic way to begin his speech. He chuckled nervously as he rose to his feet and waved at all the guests. He still swayed slightly and tried his best to control it, but the four glasses of alcohol seemed to overpower him. "Heeeeeeey." he muttered in a nervous tone of voice. "As Charlotte mentioned I'm Zak...kary. Zakkary." He despised the use of his full first name, but for the sake of his parents, he decided now would be the best time to use it. "I don't have tattoos, I don't intend to get divorced and I'm really looking forward to the wedding." Lies, lies, lies! But, who was keeping count of his little white lies? "Thankyou all for coming and I can't wait to see you at the wedding!" With that, he quickly sat down to the sound of scattered applause. As he sat down, he realised that all that champagne had really gone through him; he needed to pee, badly. "Excuse me, won't you?" he muttered to Charlotte before standing up and dashing to the men's room. After going and cleaning himself up, Zakky left the bathroom, but did not return to the rehearsal. Instead, he merely stayed inside. There was no way he was going back there. Much like there was no way that he was going to be allowed home once his parents had found out that he actually had tattoos. He was ********, and not in the good way. AND he still had to get married. With all this added pressure on, Zakky really needed another drink... "HEY! BARTENDER!" he hissed at a waiter who was slipping into the kitchen for more champagne. This particular waiter's breast pocket bludged. Ah, so this was the one Zakky had offered a tip to. After some small talk, Zakky finally convinced the waiter to get him something. Once Zakky was handed it, the waiter disappeared. This time, Zakky didn't have a tray of flutes, but a bottle all to himself. As he took a swig, he could feel life getting easier once again...
ooc; oh, it was great ! ;D
it made me laugh.
his tattoos ARE sexy. lol.
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Charlotte could hear the words from her speech just echoing in her mind over and over again. She couldn't believe she had said those things. If she hadn't drank the champagne, her speech would've been a lot more poised and she would've been better with her words. She felt like she had made a fool out of herself, Zakkary, her parents, and his parents which did not in any way feel good to her. The wedding was less than two days away and it felt like both of them were trying to find any way to get out of it though Charlie was doing it subconsciously. She wasn't doing it on purpose like Zakky was doing. He was deliberately trying to sabotage everything but she could understand why he was. He didn't want to marry a girl he didn't love and barely knew like she didn't want to marry a boy she didn't love or know very well. She knew that neither of their parents would let them sabotage the wedding and they just had to come to terms with it. They were going to be married and that was that. Their parents wanted to merge their companies and make more money than they already were. Their parents were greedy blue-bloods and nothing was going to change that. Though soon her thoughts were broken when she heard someone fall and she looked over to see that Zakkary had been the one who had fallen. Immediately, she wanted to help him up but it seemed he was fine getting up by himself. Once he was on his feet, he looked around and began his speech which was a lot less worse than hers had been. She was surprised by one thing that he said though. Well, actually she was surprised by a couple things he said. He blatantly lied about wanting to marry her and that he didn't have tattoos. It was quite obvious that he had tattoos but from the looks on his parents faces, she was guessing they didn't know about them. Right then, she just wanted to light herself on fire and burn alive. She knew he probably hated her right then but she couldn't blame him. She would hate herself too if she was him.
Charlie had just been staring at the table again before she heard Zakky speaking to her, saying something about needing to be excused. She merely just nodded her head and watched as he walked off in the direction of the restrooms. Once he disappeared, she looked around the room and watched as everyone spoke quietly to each other. Her eyes soon landed on the glass of champagne Zakky had placed in front of her not too long after he had so politely given the girls who were talking badly about her the finger. When he had done that, she felt like he kind of liked her or maybe he just didn't think those girls had any right to be talking about her like that. They didn't. There was nothing with her or at least as far as she could tell there was nothing wrong with her. While she was still staring at the glass in front of her, she caught sight of someone standing in front of her. Immediately, she looked up to see it was her mother and she didn't look too happy with her young daughter. "Charlotte Spencer, are you trying to make fools out of your father and myself?" Her mother asked sternly, tapping her foot on the wooden floor below. Charlie swallowed hard and just stared at her mother for a moment or two. "No, I'm not. I'm sorry for what I said during my speech. Please tell the Kingston's I'm sorry as well..." She said softly as she looked into her mothers eyes then looked down at the table. She could tell her mother was disappointed with her and that's why she couldn't bear to look at her right now. She didn't want to see the look in her mothers eyes. "You should be glad they're still wanting you to marry their son after that speech you gave." That was the last thing her mother said to her before she walked away to go tell the Kingston's she was very sorry for what she said. Out of the corner of her eye, she did watch her mother speak to them and she watched his parents nod, obviously accepting the apology. They probably believed it was because of the champagne. She was relieved though. At least she hadn't ruined everything.
Feeling the need to use the restroom herself, Charlotte stood up from where she was sitting and headed in the direction of the restrooms. It was then that she realized just how long it had been since Zakkary had excused himself from the table. She just shook her head and sighed. He was probably hiding somewhere just so he wouldn't have to be seen with her. Though when she was passing by the kitchen, she spotted her fiancee in there drinking champagne straight from the bottle. Charlie just shook her head and pushed open the door to the ladies restroom before disappearing inside. She then slipped into a stall to do her business. Once she was done and about to leave, two girls came into the bathroom and Charlie immediately backed away from the stall down and leaned against the wall. "Oh my god, I can't believe Zakkary would marry a girl who looks like Charlotte does." One of the girls said in the most annoying tone ever heard by human ears. The other girl just scoffed. "I know, right? She looks like a horse. Her nose is like so huge. It looks like a pilot could land a plane on it." Both girls laughed after this comment and Charlie had to hold back a sigh so they wouldn't know she was hiding in the stall. She felt like she was in high school all over again. "Zakkary and I hooked up a few times and I so would've married him if he had asked me. He's loaded." The first girl said and giggled. Charlie couldn't help but think about how shallow that was and couldn't help but feel like someone had just punched her in the stomach. There was a girl at their wedding rehearsal that Zakkary had slept with. Holding back another sigh, she heard the door to the bathroom open and she opened the stall door, catching a glimpse of the girl with the annoying voice. She was blonde and very thin. She looked like an anorexic. Shaking her head, Charlie looked in the mirror and stared at her nose. It didn't look huge to her but maybe to other people it did. She wondered just how many people might think she had a huge nose. Finally sighing, she tore her eyes away from her reflection and quickly washed her hands before exiting the restroom herself.
On her way back to the table, Charlotte spotted Zakky still in the kitchen with the bottle of champagne in his hand. She took a deep breath as she pushed open the kitchen door and walked in, immediately going over to where he was. "Look Zakkary... I'm really sorry for saying that stuff earlier. I shouldn't have but your parents think it was just the alcohol talking so yeah..." She said softly as she looked up into his eyes for just a moment before looking around the kitchen. "Oh, and you're quite a good liar. Saying you're really looking forward to the wedding. It's quite obvious that you aren't." She said offhandedly as she continued to look around the room for a few moments before she looked into his eyes again once more. "Though while I was in the bathroom, I heard some skinny blonde talking about how you slept with her a couple times before and how she would've married you because you were loaded." That was the last thing she said to him before she walked out of the kitchen. Of course, she didn't mention the comments that were made about her. She didn't think Zakky would care to know since he didn't seem to like her very much. If they didn't start liking each other pretty soon then their marriage would surely end with a divorce which was something she did not want. It was really the last thing she would want. She hoped in the back of her mind that Zakkary wouldn't keep himself from liking her just so he could get a divorce. That would be one of the worst things he could probably do besides cheating on her.
Charlie soon found herself sitting back in her seat with a still empty chair beside her. It was a little depressing that her soon-to-be husband wanted absolutely nothing to do with her but she was sure she'd get used to that pretty quickly. Sighing softly, she just shook her head and took a tiny sip of the champagne that was still sitting in front of her. The strawberry gave it a nice touch but she still didn't want to drink too much of it. The buzz from the drinks she'd had earlier had just worn off and she didn't want to get buzzed again so quickly. While she was sitting there, she caught a few of the guys there and some waiters making eyes at her. She just rolled her eyes and discreetly gave them the finger then lowered her hand back into her lip before anyone could notice what she'd done. She didn't want to get caught giving anyone the bird by her parents or his. She needed to make a better impression than she had earlier with her speech. All of her thoughts kept coming back to her speech. It was just the first of many things that could go wrong. In the back of her mind, she was hoping that Zakky wasn't getting plastered in the kitchen still but she had a feeling that nothing either of them could do would stop this wedding from happening. Neither of their parents were going to give up that easily. It just wasn't going to happen. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment and held her head in her hands. She felt horrible. She felt like the whole world was crumbling down around her and there was nothing she could do about it. It was horribly unsettling feeling.
Her head stayed in her hands for quite some time before she finally looked up. When she did, she saw that there were people dancing on the dance floor then suddenly, she heard someone calling for Zakky and her to dance together. Oh, great. That was just what needed to happen. After what he said earlier to her apology, she knew he wasn't a very touchy-feely kind of guy which probably meant he wouldn't be too keen on dancing with her. Sighing softly, she stood up from her chair and walked over to the dance floor where she met up with Zakky. This time, she waited for him to take her hand and lead her to the center of the dance floor. Once they were there, she felt his hands go to her hips and she slipped her arms around his neck. Just as they did this, a slow song came over the speakers and they began to slow dance. She knew that somewhere in the crowd of people was her mother who was probably grinning from ear to ear. Charlie on the other hand was nervous as hell. Her heart was racing so fast and her cheeks were three different shades of red. While they were dancing, Charlie looked up into Zakky's eyes and smiled a little. "I... umm... was wondering if you might like to... you know... hang out a little before the wedding... just to get to know each other..." She asked softly with the most innocent expression on her face while they were still swaying to the music. She really just wanted to possibly get to know him better before they got married. She wanted them to at least like each other and get along before they got married. It would be nice and it would probably make everything a lot easier on both of them. As they continued to dance, she felt his grip on her hips tighten a little and felt him pull her a little closer to him. She didn't try to stop him or anything like that. She just let him do it and smiled innocently as he did, still swaying to the music with him.
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Chug, chug, chug! And down the hatch all his alcohol went. After only a few minutes of nursing the bottle, Zakky was feeling euphoric. His problems bubbled away as the champagne bubbled within him. As he swigged and swayed happily, attracting plenty of attention from confused kitchen staff, he noted from the glass circle of the door to the kitchen that Charlotte was heading into the bathroom. Knowing the he was rather hard to miss, despite being in the kitchen, she probably would have seen him drinking his troubles and sorrows away. To that, Zakky merely shrugged. He was too plastered to really give a damn, but not drunk enough to stop his drinking. With no hesitations, he pulled the now half empty bottle of champagne up to his lips and took another swig of it. Ah, delicious and mind erasing. How fun! While he was having a good old time, his parents were in a frenzy of whispers about what to do with their disappearing son and tipsy daughter in law and Charlotte's ears were burning in the bathroom thanks to some b***h. But, for the moment, Zakky was blissfully unaware of all these problems and was only focusing on his own problems, which at the moment stood at a grand total of none. Life was sweet for the drunken rich boy. But, all soon came down in five, four, three, two...
One. Charlotte emerged through the swinging doors of the kitchen, her eyes focused on Zakky. Zakkary tried to focus on her, but his little swaying motion made it quite a struggle. Because of this, Zakky giggled a little, laughing at his own drunken behaviour while Charlotte merely stood, gazing up at him. She soon spoke, revealing that she was sorry for the speech. Zakky, too involved with drinking to really care about what had happened not too long ago, merely waved his hand at her like he had done before and giggled. "It's...fine." he said in a very calm tone of voice. His mellow mood was soon shaken a little when Charlotte commented on his lying. His eyebrows quirked upwards in surprise. "Of course I’m not looking forward to it," he said, still a little surprised that Charlotte even needed to mention it, ",but, really, a-are you?" He was sure that, despite some excitement of getting married, Charlotte would be about as thrilled as he was to get married. It was plain silly to think that over the space of about two days, two people could fall in love. But, then again, 'love' came last in this marriage as opposed to 'wealth' which was at the very top. He was about to mention this when Charlotte quickly mentioned something else that was far more interesting. For a moment, Zakky stood, a puzzled look on his face. Hmm, a thin blonde that he'd supposedly slept with. That didn't sound like him, but, then again, it wasn't like going through his memories was easy in his drunken state. Unless.....oh! It was him. Zakky giggled. "You mean Claudia?" he asked, but Charlie had already turned and walked out of the kitchen. Well, someone was acting touchy!
Zakky stood looking at the swinging door. What was so bad with sleeping with someone? Was he supposed to give the 'gift' of his virginity to his wife? That hardly seemed fitting, seeing as though he'd only just met his wife to be. So, so what if he'd slept with someone? Or, maybe more than just someone, but there was no need for keeping count. Claudia wasn't that bad. Granted, she was a b***h and an anorexic one at that, but she wasn't that thin when he'd met her. In fact, she'd probably lost the weight because of him. While drunk and ready to end things with her, Zakky had called her fat. It lacked tact, but it did the job and, most surprisingly, Zakky felt no remorse. In fact, right now he thought of it as funny and he giggled just to prove that. Charlotte was just being silly. Though, speaking of her, Zakky realised he should probably join her soon just to keep up appearances or, in his case, to make an appearance. It had been quite a while since he'd excused himself to go to the bathroom. With a slight sigh, Zakky poured the last of the bottle into his mouth and placed it into a nearby bin. He then waved lazily to the kitchen staff before turning around and stumbling his way back to the festivities. When he arrived back, there was a slight change in mood. Everyone seemed more relaxed. Music was playing and couples were dancing. "Say, Zakkary, why don't you dance with your fiancé?" his mother soon chimed in the moment she saw him. Naturally. There couldn't be dancing without the main attractions dancing. With a sigh, Zakkary swayed over to Charlotte, rolling his eyes upon doing so. For all he knew, she could still be in a mood to grill his sex life.
Seeing as thought all eyes were on him, Zakky did the appropriate thing and reached out to grab Charlie's hand. It was always good to keep up appearances, especially when his parents around. He then stumbled forward and slowly pulled Charlie along to the centre of the dancefloor. As he did, the music changed and now a slow, romantic song played that made Zakky want to shudder. Thankfully, he was too drunk to do that and so just conformed to what everyone else was doing. Lazily, he put his hands on Charlotte's hips and began to sway. It bothered him that they had to be so close, but thanks to the bottle of alcohol he'd just nursed, he didn't feel too bad about it. In fact, he was still a little euphoric and wanted to seize the moment. There was no moment there, so he just seized Charlotte instead. He grabbed her waist a little tighter and pulled her closer to him. Sexy. Zakky giggled a little at his own actions and continued to sway, both to the music and because he was drunk. As he swayed, Charlie proposed that they should hang out before the wedding. The sober Zakky probably would've refused that, but he wasn't here right now. "Okay." he murmured before sliding one hand up and around from Charlotte's waist so he could gently rub her back while the other hand pulled her closer still. This was nice enough. So nice that Zakky felt comfortable enough to actually talk to her. "Don't let Claudia get to you. She wasn't the only one." he dropped in casually. Yes, this was Zakky. Drunk, tactless and pretty. You know you want to marry him.
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Charlie really didn't care if he'd slept with just one girl or if he'd slept with one hundred. Hell, she wasn't even a virgin but that was a secret. Her parents still thought she was and it was going to stay like that. They were never going to know that she'd slept with her ex-boyfriend, Chester Cunningham. The reason she wasn't with Chester anymore was because he had cheated on her with her ex-friend whose name was Delilah. He didn't think she'd find out but also hadn't known that Delilah had a guilty conscience, which made her confess everything to Charlie. They hadn't just slept together once or twice. Oh no, they'd slept together for six months. Chester and Charlie had been together since they were fifteen and had broken up when they were seventeen because of what he'd done. She just couldn't stay with him after he cheated on her even though he begged her not to leave him. He had promised he would end the affair but she had known she just couldn't trust him anymore so she broke it off with him. Even though she had done the breaking up, she had still been left with a broken heart but she was completely over him. The only thing she wasn't over at the moment was having to get married. Sure, she was a little excited about the prospect of being married but she was still having a hard time looking forward to it. She just never imagined that she would be eighteen and getting married to some guy she didn't know. It was just something she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around and she knew Zakkary was having the same problem. She already knew that he wasn't looking forward to this marriage. There was no question about that.
When she finally came out of her thoughts and realized she was still dancing with Zakkary, Charlotte giggled softly before gasping, feeling him pull her closer once more while his hand idly rubbed her back. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew he had yes to her proposal of spending time together but she also knew he was drunk which meant he might not remember that he told her yes. Well actually he had just said okay but it wasn't like it mattered. Both words meant the same thing. Shaking her head a little, she looked up into his eyes as he spoke and nodded her head. So Claudia wasn't the only girl. It didn't really bother her so she just shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, it doesn't matter. What got to me wasn't that she had slept with you. I could care less about that, Zakky." She said softly while the song changed to another slow one and neither of them had stopped swaying yet. "What got to me was what Claudia and her friend were saying about me. According to them, I look like a horse and have a nose so big that a pilot could land a plane on it." Even just repeating what the girls had said about her was enough to make her lips quiver as she spoke and not in a good way. Hearing things like that hurt and did lower her self-esteem a little. No one wanted someone to say they looked like a horse or say they had a huge nose. Sighing softly, she looked down for a moment and almost let her head come to rest on his shoulder but she stopped herself before it could. "Why would you think it would bother me that you slept with her?" She asked gently as she looked up into his eyes once more. She really wanted to know why he would think that. She never thought he was still a virgin. Hell, most guys weren't when they were nineteen. Though she wondered if he thought she was a virgin. If he asked, she didn't know if she'd tell him the truth or if she would tell him a lie. She probably wouldn't do the latter. She had never really been too keen on lying.
While they were still swaying, Charlotte took a look around the room and spotted Claudia making eyes at Zakkary. She narrowed her eyes at the girl who then soon disappeared into the crowd of people. That was a good thing. She may not be looking forward to getting married but that didn't mean she wanted someone making flirtatious eyes at the man she was supposed to be marrying. If she didn't have tact and self-respect, she would've ran across the dance floor and tackled the girl to the ground while pulling at her hair but there was no need to do that. Glaring worked just as good. Smiling, she looked back at Zakky but she found herself staring at his lips. They just looked so soft and very kissable. She found herself wanting to kiss him so bad but she had to fight the urge. Fighting back that urge was actually pretty hard. She wondered if he had realized she'd been staring at his lips. She hoped he hadn't. She didn't want him to think that she was weird or creepy. Finally after what seemed like forever, she tore her eyes away from his lips and actually looked into his eyes while biting nervously for a moment or two. "Maybe we could hang out after this brunch... like go to a park or go swimming." She said almost in a whisper, regretting even mentioning the word swimming. Maybe he would say he wanted to go to the park but then again, what hetero man would pass up seeing a girl in a two piece bathing suit. None. Still, she sighed softly and just continued swaying with him.
The only reason Charlotte regretted saying anything about going swimming was because of what was hidden underneath her clothes. Now, one might be wondering exactly what was hidden by her clothes. What was hidden was scars. Yes, scars. When Charlie had been about five years old, her parents had went out of town on business and had left her in the care of a certified nanny. One night while she had been sleeping in her room, which hadn't been too far away from the kitchen, her nanny had left a very obviously flammable oven mitt by a light burner on the stove. Needless to say, the mitt caught fire which caught the paper towels on fire which led to the whole kitchen and the part of her bedroom where she had sleeping on fire. The only reason she had made it out alive was because a neighbor had seen the flame and called the fire department. It seemed the nanny had gotten into the liquor cabinet and had gotten plastered before passing out on the couch in the living room. Once the fire department had arrived, they busted down the door and got in the house because the neighbor had let them know Charlie was in the house being watched by a nanny. They found her in her bedroom screaming and crying because her bed was on fire and so were her clothes. Of course, they rushed her out of the house and got the nanny out as well before putting the fire out. Charlie was then rushed to the burn ward at the children's hospital because she had firsst and second degree burns on her back. She spent three months in the hospital being treated for them and they had left scars all over her back. There was really nothing that could be done about them. If she were to take off her cardigan, the scars wouldn't be visible because they started below where the shirt did. The scars went from about the middle of her shoulder blades to right below the small of her back. There were even some on her sides. Speaking of her scars, she was beginning to wonder if Zakkary could feel them through her cardigan and shirt since he was rubbing her back. She hoped both were thick enough together so he couldn't. She didn't want him to think she was disgusting.
Pulling herself from thoughts about her scars and the accident, Charlotte forced herself to smile a little while looking his eyes again. It seemed they had been dancing for quite sometime but it seemed like neither of them really cared at the moment. Maybe they were starting to like each other or maybe they were just comfortable with each other now. Either way, it felt nice to be close to him. Soon her forced smile changed to one that was just soft and delicate. "So, do you think you might ever get the urge to sleep with me?" She asked with a soft laugh, obviously joking around with him but also, she really wanted to know if there was even a slight chance they might sleep together one day. She also asked the question to kind of lighten the mood between them a little. It was beginning to seem a little tense between them and it had begun to make her a little nervous so she had to do something about it so making a joke was the only thing she could think of doing. As they were still swaying, she felt one of his hands slip under her shirt and onto her back. Now she knew he could feel the scars on her back. While his hand was still on her back, tears began to roll down her cheeks and bit her lip, closing her eyes tightly. "Please... don't think I'm disgusting, Zakky..." She whispered softly as she forced her eyes to open so she could look up into his eyes, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
ooc; poor charlie D:
and sorry for god-modding just a little~
we think too much and feel too little.
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then son of greed.
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Even in his drunken state, it still took Zakky by surprise when Charlotte said it was okay that he had slept with not just Claudia, but other girls as well. Odd. She seemed rather bothered by it before, but, unable to muster and feelings of care for this, Zakky simply shrugged his shoulders and continued to dance with her. But, as the pair continued to dance, the question that could have been was soon answered. Ah, so it was just Claudia being her usual self. And, with Zakky being his drunken self, he let out a little giggle. It might have seemed like it was coming out a bad time, therefore making him seem a little harsh, but Zakky was far beyond a state of caring. "Don't worry about it. She's fat." he said slowly. To him, what he had said made perfect sense, but to Charlotte, who didn't know how Zakky ended it with Claudia and didn't know that she wasn't always stick thin, just regular thin, what he had just said might have been a little weird or incredibly harsh. Again, Zakky didn't care, but it wasn't just that anymore. Not only did he not care, but he realised the less Charlotte liked him, the less likely the marriage was going to last. Ah, drunken bliss, you've done it again!
When Charlotte questioned why he would think that she would be bothered by who he slept with, Zakky snorted and looked at her incredulously. "Oh, pet, I really didn't think you would care." he muttered. "Just throwing it out in the open." As he spoke, his voice was getting spacey, his words faster and slurred. It would only be a matter of time before he was gibbering about something that only he thought was worthy of a laugh. Thankfully, words were not exactly required in dancing. So, he merely swayed to the bitterly slow music, continuing the circles on Charlotte's back that, had he been sober, he would have shuddered upon doing so, purely because it meant that they were touching in a intimate way. As he did this, he noted that Claudia was staring, no, glaring at Charlotte. Zakky giggled rather hard at this. "She won't give up that easily." he remarked and that was more than likely the case. With Zakky came money, so of course she wasn’t ready to give up without a fight. Charlotte was obviously somewhat aware of this, as she soon shot a glare in Claudia's direction, sending her retreating into a crowd. Zakky giggled again. That would do for now, but Charlie was going to need more than a look to keep Claudia and the like away.
As they continued to dance, Charlotte brought up the subject of hanging out again. It hadn't been too long ago that she'd asked and already Zakky had practically forgot. He supposed that getting to know one another couldn't be too bad, but unless they were going out to drink, Zakky wasn't really fit to go anywhere. He'd had quite a bit of alcohol and it wasn't wearing off anytime soon. A park surrounded by children and their annoying laughter was probably not the best place for Zakky to go, nor a public swimming pool where he could drown fairly easily. He was a good enough swimmer, but when he was drunk, he lost a lot of ability. "Uh.." he began as he racked his brain for anything that could get him out of it. Thinking of nothing, he decided to mention the only thing on his mind. "We could hit the pub after this, I guess." It wasn't exactly the right place for getting to know someone, but he figured as long as they were together, it could be classified as 'hanging out'. Hopefully, this was a loop hole that Charlotte didn't mind too much. Thankfully, to get away from the subject all together, Charlotte then mentioned something about sleeping together. Zakky's face was suddenly crossed with doubt. "Just how long do you intend for this sham to last?" he asked, completely avoiding Charlotte's question all together.
A song change soon came about, though it was still in the same, sappy tempo as all the other songs. Zakky was now tired of all this voluntary swaying and Charlie's constant uncomfortably questioning and so he went to pull away from her. As he did, his hand brushed up her top and along something that should have felt like her smooth back, but instead felt like something different. "What the..." he thought aloud. Was he really that drunk that he was starting to feel things that weren't there? Zakky gently rubbed it again. Perhaps, not. It felt like skin, just not as smooth as it should be. Zakky looked down at Charlotte with a confused expression, though watching her cry only confused him further. Disgusting? Why would he think that. "You're not disgusting." he said cheerily. Well, she wasn't. Zakky then patted her face to make her feel better, though soon realised that the intention of giving her a gentle pat on the face had ended up being three slaps. Zakky giggled. "Oops. Sorry. SORRY EVERYONE!" he said, yelling on his last statement. He giggled again. Everything was so much more fun when he was tipsy. Except one thing. His parents. Who were charging up towards him. His mother tugged at his hand, pulling him away from Charlie in order to scold him about his drunken behaviour. "I cannot believe that you would-" she began, though William soon interjected. Without saying a word, he simply pushed past his wife, grabbed his son by the shoulder and pushed him into the men's room so that they could talk privately. Though talk was hardly the word for it.
"What are you-" SMACK
Before Zakky could say too much, his father's hand smacked him across the face. "I'm disciplining a misbehaving child." his father replied harshly. Obviously meddling with his finances was not a wise decision. "How dare you embarrass your parents AND the Chaplins?" Zakky glared at his father, his face only slightly pink from the slap which, thankfully, was not too hard, but it was enough to make him mad. [******** you, Bill." he muttered darkly before pushing past his father and out of the men's room. He'd had enough. All the dancing and pretending and questioning was becoming far too much to bare. And now that his father was treating him like a child who had stolen a cookie, Zakky felt no motivation to stay. So, he left the restaurant, leaving behind quite a few things that he would like to. On the way, he picked up he mobile and dialled a friend's number. "Hi. Claudy, tell Charlotte I've left." was all he said before hanging up. After that, he stowed his phone away in his pocket and ran and ran and ran until he reached somewhere safe: the pub. With a smile on his lips, Zakky entered and ordered himself a beer. Time to drown away his sorrows once again. Again.
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Everything seemed to come crashing down around her. Everything had seemed to be going okay or at least she thought it had. She didn't even have time to react to everything before she felt his hand slapping her face not once, not twice, but three times. Her eyes widened as he yelled to everyone that he was sorry and the next thing she knew, his parents were dragging him away then his father pushed him into the men's room. She was just left standing there with tears still rolling down her cheeks but not for too long. Suddenly, she felt someones arms wrap around her and she looked up to see who it was. For the first time, it wasn't her father. It was her mother who was holding her in her arms. Seeing this, she only broke down more and allowed her mother to pull her from the dance floor. It seemed that her mother had seen Zakkary's hand slip under her shirt and onto her back while they had been dancing. Her mother knew how self conscious she was about her scars. She thought they made her into a monster and also made her disgusting but as far as she could remember from the events that had just occurred, Zakky had told her she wasn't disgusting. Though he had never seen the scars and he was drunk while he had touched them. She had no doubt that if he ever got her clothes off and saw the scars, he would change his mind about her being disgusting. The only guy who hadn't was Chester or at least he led her to believe that he wasn't disgusted by them but everyone told her the reason he cheated was because every time they had sex, he wanted to vomit because of the way her back felt. Low blow, right? Yeah, she thought so too. Of course her parents had offered to let her have surgery to remove the scars but she refused. Yes, she refused to have the cosmetic surgery that would remove them. This was because she knew that one day, she would meet a guy who wouldn't be disgusted by them. She would meet a guy who would accept them and love her despite them. She just wondered when that was going to happen.
While her mother was still holding her, Charlie saw Zakkary storm out of the bathroom then make a phone call on his mobile phone before running out of the restaurant like it was fire or something. Just watching him run away made her heart sink into her stomach which only made her cry more. Of course, all the guests were whispered amongst themselves about the events had just occurred on the dance floor not too long before but right then, Charlie could careless about what people were saying. Slowly, she felt her face being gently pulled up and she soon found herself looking up into her mothers deep blue eyes, which had a genuinely loving look in them. For the first time in her life, she felt like her mother actually cared about her more than she did about the money or the company. "Charlie, I saw what happened when he touched your back and baby, you know you-" Laughing a little, Charlotte stopped her mother by hugging her tight. "Mom, he said I wasn't disgusting and he slapped me by accident, I'm sure of it. I think he was trying to pat my cheek so I would stop crying." She whispered softly in her mothers ear. Soon, she heard her mother sigh a sigh of relief and hold her tight. "Honey, I'm sure once he gets to know you, he'll like you and he'll love you one day." Her mother said softly, rubbing up and down her back gently to calm her daughter, which actually worked. Charlies tears soon dried up and she actually smiled softly. "Yeah, hopefully." She said softly as she pulled away from her mother but not before she kissed her cheek softly. "Thank you, mother. You made me feel a lot better." Her mothers face lit up when she heard her daughter say this but the good mood was about to be ruined in five, four, three, two...
One. Claudia tapped Charlotte on the shoulder to get her attention and when Charlie turned to look at her, the blonde was smiling, no, smirking at her. Charlie held herself together though and kept herself from wrapping her hands around Claudia's throat. She was going to let the girl speak or at least she was going to try to. "Zakkary called me and asked me to let you know that he left. Knowing him though, he probably went to get more plastered than he already is." Claudia said, trying to sound like she actually cared. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Charlie just smiled softly at the girl and laughed softly. "Well, thanks for telling me. I'll be sure to go run right after him." She said with another laugh as she continued to look at the stick thin blonde girl standing in front of her. "You should before someone else does." Claudia said softly once Evelyn had wondered off to go find Charles, Charlies' father. Charlie scoffed and shook her head. "You know, you're such a b***h. You need to keep your ******** filthy, gold digging hands away from Zakkary. He's not yours anymore and in two days, he'll be married to me. Not you. Get the ******** over it, you anorexic ******** b***h." With that, Charlie turned on her heels and gracefully walked away from Claudia, who was left standing there with her jaw on the floor. Charlie may have looked innocent and cute but she could be a b***h if she needed to be. She knew Claudia was just going to keep coming back and if it came down to it, Charlie would probably have to kick her a** to show she was being serious. They may not like each other but Charlie and Zakky were getting married and that wasn't going to change. That had already been proven more than enough by now.
Pushing through the crowd of guests, Charlotte finally found her parents who were talking with the Kingston's. From what she heard, everything was still a go with the wedding and everything. It seemed the Kingston's were none too happy with their sons behavior, both drunken and sober. She waited patiently for her parents to notice she was there which didn't take too long. Her father soon noticed she was standing there and excused himself from the conversation to speak with his daughter. "Are you okay, Charlie?" He asked softly as he looked down into her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going down to the pub to talk to Zakkary, that's all." She said with a laugh as she looked past her father and smiled at the Kingston's, who were still talking with her mother. "Okay honey. Be careful though." With that, he leaned down and kissed her cheek before going back to the Kingston's as well. Now that her parents knew where she was going, Charlie ran out of the doors of the restaurant and in the direction of the nearest pub. She knew Zakkary couldn't have ran too far in his drunken state. After running for what seemed like forever, she found herself standing outside the pub but soon enough, she was inside. Looking around, she spotted her fiance sitting at the bar with a beer in his hand. Charlie couldn't help but laugh as she walked over to where he was and sat down beside him then ordered a glass of Coke. She wasn't to be drinking anymore for the rest of the day.
"I know you don't like me or you're really good at acting like you don't but that isn't going to stop the wedding from happening. I overheard our parents talking and they still have every intention of this wedding happening." Charlie said softly as she took a drink of her soda while looking over at her drunken fiance. She was sure the bartender was confused as hell but she really didn't care much at the moment. There were more important things that she was worried about or cared about. "We should try to get to know each other better but I think we should do it when you're sober unless you want to do it right now. It really doesn't matter to me, Zakky. I just don't want you to hate me just because of something our parents are forcing us to do." She whispered as she let her eyes drift away from his eyes and look down at the bar. She was hoping he wouldn't freak out and start yelling at her or make a scene. "Oh, and by the way, when I asked about us sleeping together back at the restaurant, I was joking because I don't think I'd want to sleep with you. You seem like you're too into look but you're more than welcome to prove me wrong." A laugh came from her lips as she looked into his eyes again. It was starting to seem like Charlie and Zakky were more alike than they realized. Though she had a feeling that if they did end up sleeping together, it would be after they had a fight and it would end up being really passionate because they would probably end taking their frustrations about the marriage out while doing it. Just thinking about it made her cheeks turn a little red as she sipped on her Coke slowly while waiting for Zakkary to say something.
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"You sure can't hold your grog if your drunk off that thing." the bartender said as he gestured to Zakky's half full beer. Zakky chuckled to himself and smiled a very wry smile. "Believe me when I say it's not my first drink todaaaaaay." Zakky soon replied in a sing-song voice. He smiled, wider and happier this time and rose his glass to the bartender before taking another sip or two. This was happiness, right in his hand. Of course it wasn't total happiness. Sure, it could provide him some joy for a while, but it couldn't protect him from what was to come. As he happily drank his beer, someone came into the bar, someone that he hadn't honestly expected to come. Really, he had expected Claudia or one of her cronies to approach him and not Charlotte. When he noted she was there, he didn't bother to look up from his drink, nor acknowledge the fact that she soon at next to him and ordered a coke. A soft drink at a pub. Nice. As the bartender handed Charlotte her soft drink, he shot Zakky a look of confusion. To respond to this, Zakky merely rolled his eyes. He didn't think words needed to be said and nor was he in the mood for talking. Or being talked to about something so insignificant that he was trying to forget. He had to admit, though, no matter how hard he tried to drink it away, he knew the idea of the wedding was still somewhat troublesome. As was the fact that Charlotte continued to talk about it. "Stop mentioning the ******** wedding." he groaned as he ran one hand through his hair and brought his glass up to his lips with the other. He really didn't want to talk about it, though, obviously, it was going to continuously be brought up. Especially since it was only two days away. "Of course it's still on. Short of murdering our parents, nothing will stop it from being on." he said bitterly. Sure, he was exaggerating, but he did admit that deep in the deepest pit of his stomach, it didn't seem like a half bad idea. Not that he was going to admit that out loud, mind you. He had too much drunken pride for that.
He would have thought that his surly attitude towards the wedding or anything to do with the wedding, including Charlotte, would be enough for her to stop, drink her soda, leave and then see him again two days later. Unfortunately for Zakky, persistence seemed to be Charlie's strong point, so naturally, the conversation was going to roll on. To prepare himself, Zakky took a deep swig of his beer before resting his cheek on one palm and turning to face Charlotte with the other. "Yes, yes, we should wait." he muttered. So, she wanted to hang out when he was sober? Looks like his mission was now to stay plastered for the next two days. To the next part of Charlotte's words, Zakky snorted. "Hate? It's not like I know you, gee." Then, there was one final part to Charlotte's lecture-like words. She didn't want to sleep with him. Sure, it might have stung his pride when he was sober, but the blow was softened thanks to all the alcohol he had consumed. And it was for this reason that Zakky felt a little sly and felt the need to do something. He drained the remains of his beer, wiped his mouth and stood up. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed Charlotte's face with both his hands and leaned in, kissing her. Tongue and all, of course. It only lasted a moment, though. Zakky soon pulled away, laughing gleefully upon doing so. "Whatever." he said casually as he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sure we'll find someone else during our marriage." With nothing more to say, Zakky turned and walked out of the bar. It bothered him that he had to leave when, really, he was quite fond of staying, but so long as Charlotte was there and keen on talking about the marriage, just about anywhere seemed better.
As he loitered outside, enjoying the pleasant feeling of being drunk, Zakkary's phone began to vibrate in his pocket. For a moment, a puzzled look crossed his face, almost as if to scream out 'Holy God, my pants are vibrating!' but then he, of course, remembered his phone. Chuckling to himself, Zakkary picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said lazily. No answer. Zakkary checked who was calling. His mother. It was rather odd for her not to reply straight away, especially under these circumstances. But, after listening carefully, he realised that his mother was trying to get away from guests so that she could have a private word with her son. "Hurry the ********, hey, mummy." Oops. He spoke a little too soon. Thankfully, his mother didn't seem to notice. She was far too busy preparing her lecture to notice. "Zakkary! What on earth do you think you're doing!? You can't just leave your wedding rehersal! You're the whole point we're all gathered here!" Zakkary rolled his eyes. He really did not want to speak to his mother right now, but, like Charlotte, she was persistent. "You march back here right now young man!" "No," Zakkary said, getting fired up now, [******** off." And, not wanting to hear a reply from his mother, he hung up his phone. He was getting tired of all this wedding talk. Yet, no matter how much he drank or tried to ignore it, it was still going to happen. He really needed a way of avoiding it. But, there seemed to be no hope. Perhaps offing his parents wasn't such a terrible idea after all. Ah, drunk thoughts. Zakkary was sure going to miss them in the morning.
