I'm just looking for someone to play the female character. All I have set in stone is that she's about a year older than Charlie, and she's both taller and slightly more muscular than he is.
This is slice of life, comedy and romance. Lots of fluff and drama too.
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--First meeting (Ages 5 and 6)
"Hi!"
The blonde male grinned broadly at the muddy girl, holding out a freshly picked flower for her to take. "My name's Charlie, what's yours?" His voice was softer than some of the other boys in their kindergarten class, full of warmth and kindness directed at the rather rough and tumble girl he sat next to in class.
---5 Years Later--- (Ages 10 and 11)
"I think you should try out for the football team!" Charlie pushed his glasses up his noise, his baggy clothes hiding his thin form. He held his books in his arms as the two friends walked home side by side, glancing over at the slightly taller female as they entered the corner store and took seats at their booth.
"You'd be amazing! You're faster than most the boys in our grade, and stronger too!" He grinned, blue eyes dancing with warmth and admiration for his best friend. He knew she'd be perfect for this, no matter what others thought of her for wanting to be sporty.
--Another 5 Years Later- (Ages 15 and 16)
15 year old Charlie sat the counter in <Your character>'s kitchen, blood trickling down his chin from his nose. His shirt was on the side, exposing his thin and bruised body. He flinched as she dabbed iodine on his cuts, leaning back slightly as his hands gripped the edge of the counter enough to almost turn his knuckles a ghostly white.
"Thank you.." He whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek and dripping onto the jeans he wore. He was in a state, his right eye almost swollen shut. His father had begun a awful beating, and if she hadn't gotten there in time... He shuddered to think about it.
---Present day-- (Ages 22 and 23)
"Hey."
Charlie spoke in his soft delicate way, perched on the kitchen counter with his legs dangling over the edge, his rear on the surface as he drunk his morning cup of coffee.
The blonde haired male had perched himself here for no particular reason, deciding to quietly await his best friend to enter the room. It was early morning still, and the day ahead looked to be cold, snowy and miserable. And quite frankly, Charlie did NOT want to go out there. It just didn't feel worth it, not when he had the day off work and no school. He did plan on going to the coffee shop whilst she worked, but..
"What do you want for breakfast?" He spoke, placing the cup on the counter and edging fowards slowly. At barely 5'5" tall, and rather petite, it was easy enough to mistake him for a woman at first glance. His soft skin didn't help, nor did the fact he shaved to keep his skin so soft and smooth. He was used to this, but loved to treat himself to nice clothes and spa days.
"Erm.. I'm stuck." He blushed, the stool he'd used to rest his feet on and push himself up having fallen over whilst he swung his legs.
This is slice of life, comedy and romance. Lots of fluff and drama too.
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--First meeting (Ages 5 and 6)
"Hi!"
The blonde male grinned broadly at the muddy girl, holding out a freshly picked flower for her to take. "My name's Charlie, what's yours?" His voice was softer than some of the other boys in their kindergarten class, full of warmth and kindness directed at the rather rough and tumble girl he sat next to in class.
---5 Years Later--- (Ages 10 and 11)
"I think you should try out for the football team!" Charlie pushed his glasses up his noise, his baggy clothes hiding his thin form. He held his books in his arms as the two friends walked home side by side, glancing over at the slightly taller female as they entered the corner store and took seats at their booth.
"You'd be amazing! You're faster than most the boys in our grade, and stronger too!" He grinned, blue eyes dancing with warmth and admiration for his best friend. He knew she'd be perfect for this, no matter what others thought of her for wanting to be sporty.
--Another 5 Years Later- (Ages 15 and 16)
15 year old Charlie sat the counter in <Your character>'s kitchen, blood trickling down his chin from his nose. His shirt was on the side, exposing his thin and bruised body. He flinched as she dabbed iodine on his cuts, leaning back slightly as his hands gripped the edge of the counter enough to almost turn his knuckles a ghostly white.
"Thank you.." He whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek and dripping onto the jeans he wore. He was in a state, his right eye almost swollen shut. His father had begun a awful beating, and if she hadn't gotten there in time... He shuddered to think about it.
---Present day-- (Ages 22 and 23)
"Hey."
Charlie spoke in his soft delicate way, perched on the kitchen counter with his legs dangling over the edge, his rear on the surface as he drunk his morning cup of coffee.
The blonde haired male had perched himself here for no particular reason, deciding to quietly await his best friend to enter the room. It was early morning still, and the day ahead looked to be cold, snowy and miserable. And quite frankly, Charlie did NOT want to go out there. It just didn't feel worth it, not when he had the day off work and no school. He did plan on going to the coffee shop whilst she worked, but..
"What do you want for breakfast?" He spoke, placing the cup on the counter and edging fowards slowly. At barely 5'5" tall, and rather petite, it was easy enough to mistake him for a woman at first glance. His soft skin didn't help, nor did the fact he shaved to keep his skin so soft and smooth. He was used to this, but loved to treat himself to nice clothes and spa days.
"Erm.. I'm stuck." He blushed, the stool he'd used to rest his feet on and push himself up having fallen over whilst he swung his legs.