Cassie Riddle (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ohstarryeyed) wrote2011-10-09 04:14 am
ohstarryeyed) wrote2011-10-09 04:14 am
[fic] Smile
Title: Smile.
Characters: Cassie Riddle, Chuck Shurley [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
holysadtuba].
Notes: Chuck Shurley is drunk. Very drunk. Very, very drunk. Hilarity and adorableness ensues.
Word Count: 775.
Prompt: A Meme on Plurk: “Suddenly a quick hook-up is available with one of my characters! What do?”
Cassie was sat alone, curled up on the sofa with a note book and a glass… well, bottle, of wine. She hadn’t written anything in a week, which she found frustrating, but she’d set some time aside, feeling the urge to at least get the beginnings of a new song out. It was late into the night; she peered at the paper which was mostly covered in doodles and the odd line. Come on, inspiration. And then, there was a loud thump, followed by a groan. She jumped, almost shrieking with shock – but then sat up slightly, the groan sounded familiar.
Chuck stumbled into view and it was very hard not to giggle, he was absolutely off his face, roaring drunk. Well, not that Chuck really was a roaring drunk. She smiled as he moved into the room, putting her pen and pad down on the coffee table in front of her.
“’Ello stranger,”
Chuck paused, swaying on the spot. He looked at her for a few moments, looking as if to speak. But said nothing. Blinking and swallowing hard, he managed to smile, “Uh, Cassie. Hey, hi. You’re.. still up?”
“Mhm,” she nodded, “Good night, then?”
Chuck blinked again, “What? Oh! Yeah. It was… yeah, it was good,”
He made his way over and almost fell onto the sofa beside her. He hesitated for a moment, quite unsure if he was going to be sick or not, but the feeling passed. Cassie sunk back in her seat beside him and grinned. Chuck stared at her for a while; she looked pretty when she smiled. Beautiful, even. He’d created so many things, even the angels were some of the most beautiful things in existence. But that smile right there. It was even more beautiful. It was probably the whiskey talking.
Cassie looked at him, noting he seemed to be looking rather dreamily at her. She tilted her head to the side, “Penny for ‘em,” she said with an amused look.
“You’re beautiful,” Chuck replied without missing a beat.
She couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re drunk. Very drunk,”
Chuck sat upright, shaking his head, “No! No, no, no. I mean it, C-Cassie. You are. You’re beautiful. Your smile, it just… lights the room up. It’s beautiful,”
He stopped, felt awkward and looked down. He was drunk. Too drunk. Oh Chuck, what was he even saying? He clenched his jaw, pursing his lips. Dammit. He should not be saying these things; he knows she’s good to him. Most people aren’t, they can’t handle him. But Cassie can, she seems to take it in her stride. He’s not sure how she does it. And he’s probably just ruining all that.
Cassie was not entirely sure how to reply. She offered him a small smile; she’d been in similar situations back home. She’d often been the person to look after her friends who’d had too much. She knew it wasn’t him really talking, but the alcohol, “Well… thank you, Chuck,”
Chuck grinned; there was a look of relief on his face. He cleared his throat and twitched for a moment, still staring at her smile. And before he could tell himself to stop, he’d leaned in to kiss her, that beautiful smile.
Instead, he missed. He managed to brush a kiss against her jaw and slumped onto her shoulder. Cassie sat up, a little shocked, “Whoa, easy,” she took him by the shoulders and tried to push him upright again. Chuck grimaced, worrying now she probably hated him.
But there was no hate in her face, just a sort of shocked amusement.
“Alright, I think you need to go to bed, sleep it off,” she said with a small chuckle.
She got up and grabbed his hands, “Up! Come on, up you get,” she said, pulling him to stand.
There wasn’t much more said after that as she took him to his room. It was a struggle, but they got there in the end. Chuck was still cursing to himself, what had he done? He’d messed up, big time. Cassie helped him off with his jacket and got him into bed.
“I’m… sorry,” he uttered, not being able to look her in the eye. “I.. I..guess you, well, hate me,”
Cassie shook her head, smiling gently. “It’s quite alright,” she told him, “And I don’t hate you, Chuck. Promise,”
Pulling the covers over him, she kissed his temple. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow,”
Chuck sighed, burying his face into his pillow as she left. Well, that definitely meant she didn’t hate him. Right? There’s no way she would have done that if she did.
“G’night, Cassie,”
Characters: Cassie Riddle, Chuck Shurley [
holysadtuba].Notes: Chuck Shurley is drunk. Very drunk. Very, very drunk. Hilarity and adorableness ensues.
Word Count: 775.
Prompt: A Meme on Plurk: “Suddenly a quick hook-up is available with one of my characters! What do?”
Cassie was sat alone, curled up on the sofa with a note book and a glass… well, bottle, of wine. She hadn’t written anything in a week, which she found frustrating, but she’d set some time aside, feeling the urge to at least get the beginnings of a new song out. It was late into the night; she peered at the paper which was mostly covered in doodles and the odd line. Come on, inspiration. And then, there was a loud thump, followed by a groan. She jumped, almost shrieking with shock – but then sat up slightly, the groan sounded familiar.
Chuck stumbled into view and it was very hard not to giggle, he was absolutely off his face, roaring drunk. Well, not that Chuck really was a roaring drunk. She smiled as he moved into the room, putting her pen and pad down on the coffee table in front of her.
“’Ello stranger,”
Chuck paused, swaying on the spot. He looked at her for a few moments, looking as if to speak. But said nothing. Blinking and swallowing hard, he managed to smile, “Uh, Cassie. Hey, hi. You’re.. still up?”
“Mhm,” she nodded, “Good night, then?”
Chuck blinked again, “What? Oh! Yeah. It was… yeah, it was good,”
He made his way over and almost fell onto the sofa beside her. He hesitated for a moment, quite unsure if he was going to be sick or not, but the feeling passed. Cassie sunk back in her seat beside him and grinned. Chuck stared at her for a while; she looked pretty when she smiled. Beautiful, even. He’d created so many things, even the angels were some of the most beautiful things in existence. But that smile right there. It was even more beautiful. It was probably the whiskey talking.
Cassie looked at him, noting he seemed to be looking rather dreamily at her. She tilted her head to the side, “Penny for ‘em,” she said with an amused look.
“You’re beautiful,” Chuck replied without missing a beat.
She couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re drunk. Very drunk,”
Chuck sat upright, shaking his head, “No! No, no, no. I mean it, C-Cassie. You are. You’re beautiful. Your smile, it just… lights the room up. It’s beautiful,”
He stopped, felt awkward and looked down. He was drunk. Too drunk. Oh Chuck, what was he even saying? He clenched his jaw, pursing his lips. Dammit. He should not be saying these things; he knows she’s good to him. Most people aren’t, they can’t handle him. But Cassie can, she seems to take it in her stride. He’s not sure how she does it. And he’s probably just ruining all that.
Cassie was not entirely sure how to reply. She offered him a small smile; she’d been in similar situations back home. She’d often been the person to look after her friends who’d had too much. She knew it wasn’t him really talking, but the alcohol, “Well… thank you, Chuck,”
Chuck grinned; there was a look of relief on his face. He cleared his throat and twitched for a moment, still staring at her smile. And before he could tell himself to stop, he’d leaned in to kiss her, that beautiful smile.
Instead, he missed. He managed to brush a kiss against her jaw and slumped onto her shoulder. Cassie sat up, a little shocked, “Whoa, easy,” she took him by the shoulders and tried to push him upright again. Chuck grimaced, worrying now she probably hated him.
But there was no hate in her face, just a sort of shocked amusement.
“Alright, I think you need to go to bed, sleep it off,” she said with a small chuckle.
She got up and grabbed his hands, “Up! Come on, up you get,” she said, pulling him to stand.
There wasn’t much more said after that as she took him to his room. It was a struggle, but they got there in the end. Chuck was still cursing to himself, what had he done? He’d messed up, big time. Cassie helped him off with his jacket and got him into bed.
“I’m… sorry,” he uttered, not being able to look her in the eye. “I.. I..guess you, well, hate me,”
Cassie shook her head, smiling gently. “It’s quite alright,” she told him, “And I don’t hate you, Chuck. Promise,”
Pulling the covers over him, she kissed his temple. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow,”
Chuck sighed, burying his face into his pillow as she left. Well, that definitely meant she didn’t hate him. Right? There’s no way she would have done that if she did.
“G’night, Cassie,”