Love is a Strong Word

This is sort of a love story because I try to put love in all my other stories and I have a feeling it annoys most people. Anyway... I am Charlotte, most of the boys at school think I am hot. They like to wolf whistle and ask me out. I don't like any of them and they don't like me, they just want my looks. I am Teagan, my best friend is Charlie (Charlotte). We hang out a lot, just me and Charlie except when she tries to bring Owen along I want to barf. I am Owen. Plain old Owen.


7. Charlie P.O.V.

Quick A/N <3 : sorry I had a huge writers block and I forgot about it a bit... This is going to be a short chapter and I will try to update more. Like, comment, favorite, and fan me if you are really that awesome... Anyways


"So Charlie?" Teagan had walked over to my house and we were now sitting on the floor of my room painting our nails.

"So Teagan?" I said trying to mock her voice. She smiled.

"You remember Owen from the walk home today?" She asked as she almost knocked of the pink finger nail polish. I nodded. "Well he likes you." My stomach exploded with butterflies. Owen was just plain adorable. BUT WAS HE NICE? I almost screamed it out loud. Charles, I told myself, you can't like someone just for looks!

"Earth to Charlotte!" Teagan said waving her hand in front if my face. I came back to reality.


"You didn't hear it from me, RIGHT?" She said it plainly but her eyes threatened me. I put my hands up in a surrender. Her phone rang. "Hello."

I strained to hear what was coming from the other side of the phone. "You didn't tell her right!" Teagan nodded as if the person in the phone could see her.


"CHARLIE!" My mom cried up the stairs. "TEAGAN! Dinner!" Teagan hung up the phone without another word and we ran downstairs

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