Evermore {wlw}

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Charlie leans over Diana's shoulder, picking up her fork as she pouts, resting her jaw against her palm. Charlie eats a piece of her pancake, trying to get a reaction out of her. She doesn't even look up, her eyes stay on the table.

"Stop being grumpy. You have me for five hours." Charlie rests against her shoulder. She keeps frowning, shrugging him off.

"I don't want to go." She huffs, her frown deepening as she refuses to look at me or Charlie. Charlie glances to me causing my eyebrows to lift. He quickly shakes his head while he pulls away from her shoulder.

"Too bad. It's not the end of the world, besides, you get to see that hot professor again." Charlie squeezes Diana's shoulders making her groan before she pushes him off.

"I don't care about her, I want to stay. I get so lonely there, Charlie. It's the same thing everyday, and on the weekends, it's even worse. I'm reminded that I have absolutely nobody. I sit in my dorm or I go to work, alone. I want friends there, people who knock at my dorm because they want to see me." She stands, stepping away from the table. I reach for her hand, but she pulls away.

"I'm going to pack my last few things." She mumbles before leaving. I look after her before my gaze shifts to Charlie, both of us listening to the stomping which leads upstairs.

"We should have just told her we're going with her." A sigh slips past my lips as I speak. Charlie sits down in her chair, picking up a cut strawberry with the fork before eating it.

"She's gonna be fine, she's just having her dramatic Diana moment. I'll cheer her up in the car, I'll like eat her out or something." He waves the fork around before I kick him underneath the table. He smiles widely at me as I shake my head.

"You're disgusting." I tell him and he shrugs.

"You're the one who would actually do that, not me. So who's really disgusting here?" He questions, leaning over and stealing a strawberry from my plate. I smack his hand away as he begins laughing.

"It's only disgusting because you're the one saying it. It's like me saying I would suck dick, it's  disgusting." I cringe as I say it and he shrugs.

"Eh, whatever." He mumbles, eating more of Diana's pancakes. My eyes stay on him for a moment before I glance back to the kitchen doorway.

"How are you?" I question and he freezes with the fork in his mouth. His brown eyes slowly shift to me.

"Fine." He mumbles, his mouth half full.

"Bullshit."

"It's not, I'm doing fine." He sets the fork down, sitting back as he looks at me. My gaze stays on his, watching how his eyes shift to search mine quickly. He's nervous.

He looks away and I hum.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing! You can't expect me to hold eye contact with you when you're basically stabbing my eyeballs with your scary ass eyes." He groans, his head falling back. My eyes roll as my arms cross over my stomach. He's becoming more dramatic than Diana.

"How's the journaling going?" I ask, changing the subject slightly.

"Fine. I've written a bit."

"What is your definition of fine?" I ask and he lifts his head, staring at me with his eyes wide.

"You are not my therapist, Natty." He scoffs.

"It's a question."

"You're asking way too many for a woman who slaps my head when I ask one!"