We're exactly where we were supposed to be

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"Where should we go?" I asked as soon as Fancy- I mean, Francine and Sam caught up with Jamie and me.

"Where else?" Sam shrugged, a smirk on his face. "You might end up treating us to dinner."

"I thought you had a date?" I narrowed my eyebrows.

Didn't he have a date he was supposed to go to?

The reason he was so eager for us to wrap up.

"Uh...I may or may not have lied to get you guys working quickly." Sam sheepishly admitted.

"You what?!"

"Now I definitely know it was your fault only, Samuel. I was wondering for a brief second if the rest of us were anywhere at fault." Jamie said.

Sam frowned. "Ah, come on! Is it bad to wanna make things go quicker?!"

"Yes." Francine, Jamie, and I said in unison.

"Now, this sounds weird."

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"So, where do we begin with?" Sam enthusiastically asked as he plopped down on the couch. He, sure, wanted to always come at my place.

"Before that, I wanna make things clear: No one is having dinner at my place. This is clearly not the reason why you three are here. Is that understood?"

Jamie stage- whispered In Sam's ear. "Is Charlotte always this rude?"

"Charlie. It's Charlie for Godforsaken sake! Secondly, I can hear you, pal, so why don't you say things right on my face?!"

Jamie and Sam raised their hands in defense. "The beast has been awoken. RUN!"

Francine crossed her arms against her chest, glaring at the two. "Idiots. I'm surrounded by a bunch of idiots!"

Sam pouted. "Princess Beautiful, pardon my behavior, now will ya?"

I grinned. "Now that, was a perfect blend of formal and informal! And Princess Beautiful?"

Francine replied. "A nickname he gave me when we were kids."

"What about you, then? You have one, too?" I asked, smirking. I wondered for a brief second what his nickname would be. Sure, he was charming - with the curly hair and all. So, what could possibly be his nickname?

"Prince Charming," Francine replied, a grin on her face.

I raised an eyebrow. "Prince Charming?"

"'Tis her way of getting back at me for naming her Princess Beautiful," Samuel answered.

I laughed. "Yeah, makes sense. Because no way on earth do you look like Prince Charming."

Sam clutched his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch, Charlie. You sure know how to hurt a man's ego."

"Since when do you have an ego?" Francine asked.

Samuel simply glared at her, to which she was unfazed. It was definitely her way of getting back at her brother. I wish I had a younger or an older or just a sibling. It would've taken a lot of pain from my heart and unburdened me from a lot of responsibilities.

Jamie laughed. "You sure do know how to have fun when you three are around."

"We do." Sam, Francine, and I said in unison.

And then we shot each other a look.

"Why does it always have to sound so weird?"

Jamie smiled. "That means, Charlie and Sam have the same timing that he has with Liz."

Samuel agreed. "That we do."

Francine took a seat on the single couch. "Now, jokes apart. We shall-my bad- we will discuss why we're here. Who starts at first?"

"You go, first." I offered.

"Nah, Charlie. You should go first. We don't know anything about you." Samuel insisted.

Jamie nodded, so did Francine.

"I see, the maximum votes are won by me." I paused, staring at them for a brief second.

"Okie Dokie. I'll start."

I took a deep breath before starting.

"So, as you all know my name's Charlie Robinson-"

"Charlotte. Charlotte Robinson." Sam corrected me.

I glared at him, before continuing. "-Charlotte Robinson. I am a twenty- year- old, working in DELICIOSO restaurant. My father's a cancer patient who is admitted to the hospital and I need money to cover up the expensive hospital bills. Mum died in a car accident. My best friend's Nicole Anderson. That's everything."

"A very short life story, indeed. Haven't you done anything interesting in your life? Like your hobbies, favorite color, favorite past time, schooling?" Sam asked.

"Favorite color - Silver. Favorite past time - Sleeping. Homeschooled. Hobbies - reading a book."

Sam, Francine, and Jamie shared a knowing look when I mentioned 'homeschooling'. It was as if they had an inside joke or something.

"What was that look about?" I asked.

Francine smirked. "Let's just say there's a lot in common between the two of us than from what I had originally thought."

"So, what about you?" I asked, ignoring her reply.

"You already know why I'm here." She paused, stroking her chin with her thumb. "As for hobbies, I love to read. Favorite color- blue, favorite past time - sneaking into the military camp and practicing swordfight. Homeschooled."

So that was why the look was shared!

Ooh...

"So-" Francine's speech was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Coming!" I called out, walking to receive the person. I swung the door open, "How can I help you?"

"Do you somehow happen to know about James McCrae?"