Oh The Heavens

Ryder

Now, I'm not saying that was the most stupid thing I have ever said... but out of everything I have ever said in my entire life that one's up there.

"I didn't- I don't- that's not what I meant-" I begin to stutter but Charlie just laughs. I feel myself smiling back at her because that's what I love about Charlie Simmons, she's carefree and loves seeing me make a mock of myself.

"I know what you meant, Ryder." She shakes her head and smiles up at me before she takes the spare clothes I've led down on the counter and draws the curtain around the disabled toilet.

"Do you need any help?" I offer. And now that's the most stupid thing I've said.

"I think I'm okay." Charlie says with a hint of a laugh in her voice. Thank god!

As time passes I notice how long it's taking for her to get changed.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Please say no. Please say no.

"Uhm actually... yeah."

For fucks sake! Someone mark it down, today's the day I die.

I take a deep breath and walk over, stopping short of the curtain, "what do you need help with?"

"I can't get my sleeves off..."

"Okay, Sweet-pea, cover-up." I give her a warning before I open the curtain.

Charlie is stood with her back to me. Her top is unbuttoned and is loosely sat on her body, "grab the bottom of my sleeve and pull so I can get my arm out."

"Uhm okay." I say as I grab her sleeve pulling gently.

I watch as she tries to shimmy out of her top but her top is too wet and her hair keeps getting in her face.

"Come here." I open the curtain back up and go over to the counter. I look in Charlie's bag to see if she's brought a hairbrush, which she has. I take it out of her bag and put it on the countertop.

Charlie pokes her head out from behind the curtain, "what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you out." I usher her over and she comes waddling over, shirt unbuttoned with her hands placed on her chest trying her best to cover herself up.

"Stand in front of me." I step back away from the counter just enough so she can squeeze herself in and she places herself between me and the counter, her front facing me.

Grabbing the extendable faucet they had installed in the disabled toilets I lean her head back over the sink and turn the faucet on, rinsing her hair out.

"Thank you..." her voice is quiet and I can tell this isn't how she wanted to spend her Thursday last lesson.

"It's okay, Sweet-pea." I offer her a smile.

"You know the other day..." here it comes.

"I do know the other day, Charlie. It's the day you pushed me off your balcony."

She gives me a shy smile and tries to laugh it off, "that's kiss- I didn't mean to kiss you."

My heart cracks a bit. She didn't mean to kiss me or she didn't want to kiss me?

I plaster on a smile, "that's alright, Sweet-pea. Didn't mean a thing."

Her brows draw together likely what I said just hurt her, "It didn't?"

"Nope." I say popping the p

"Oh... Okay. What about the kiss yesterday?"

"Ah, well Sweet-pea. That was just a bit of fun."

I watch as she swallows and I instantly regret what I say.

"Okay." and that's the smallest I have ever heard her voice.

Grabbing her hairbrush I spin her so she's facing the mirror and I run the brush through her hair, taking my time so I don't knot it up. Once it's all brushed I grab a hair bobble and try my best to tie her hair up in a ponytail.

"If you grab my sleeve just yank on it." Charlie says again. I grab her top and pull away whilst Charlie does the same. After the successful removal of her first sleeve, we move on to the other and sooner than later Charlie is free of her shirt.

I instantly divert my gaze away from her chest as she put on my shirt that looks like a dress on her.

Without warning, she shuffles out of her skirt, "you know what?" She says whilst she checks herself out in the mirror, "if I keep my tights on and just put a belt around your shirt, I could totally pull this off."

I pick her skirt up and unthread her belt from it. Moving back towards her I snake my arms around her waist and buckle the belt around the waist of the shirt.

She must sense that I'm lingering because she shuffles around in my hold and places her hands on my forearms as she looks up at me.

Wearing just my shirt and tights.

With her wet hair.

I am 100% a goner.

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