The Bonnie to your Clyde, the Gavin to your Stacey, hell the Chuck to your Blair. Your guy, your whole world took human form in the bronze smooth muscles and charming smile of Charles Beckendorf. Sixteen and a half, and a knack for calling you ‘baby’, ‘beauty’ or ‘honey’ in that low, sensual voice of his. It was remarkable the hold he had on you.

Then again, you had him wrapped around your little pinkie without even knowing it. When you run a hand through your hair, pushing it out the way, he wishes to be the hand buried in your silky tresses. When you flutter your eyes shut under the warm sun in the strawberry fields, his gaze lingers a moment longer, when no one else looks just to appreciate your raw beauty.

It was the start of summer, tonight was a big night. They were announcing the new counsellor for your cabin, and you’d applied, praying to be selected. So once the sun had set and the moon and stars take their place and the campfire was roaring, s’mores were being roasted and hot chocolates toasted with quiet ‘clinks’.

You stand with the rest of your cabin, arms crossed when you feel a larger, more calloused hand lace with the fingers that were peeking out from your arm. His touch is sure, confident as he pulls you away, a little further back and into a corner where no one really is, “Relax, you’ll get it.”

You look up at him, a light grey sweatshirt, one you’ve borrowed before, and definitely would later, and some jeans as it got much cooler in the evenings. Dark chocolate waves a little messy, just how you liked them, and that soft reassuring smile on his lush kissable lips.

“Really?”

“Definitely, beauty,” He murmurs, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “I know it.”

So when Chiron trots over, and calls everyone quiet, announcing new counsellors, to no surprise Charles is elected, so is Luke Castellan, a few others and then.. your name is called for your cabin. You smile, whilst everyone applauds for the new counsellors. Charles’ arm slips around your waist, as he presses kisses to your cheek, mumbling ‘I told you’s and ‘I’m so proud’. “What did I tell you?” He murmurs.