Burning Love

Charlie reveals his BURNING feelings to Marv... but it doesn't go smoothly. Will they be able to KINDLE their passion for evermore, or will their love go up in FLAMES? A Charlie and Lola fanfic to ruin your childhood. Don't like, read it anyway. (Rated red for explicit violence in final chapter)


2. The Kiss

Marv takes me behind the school PE shed. I remember how we once hid there together during a game of sardines, and how I was so close to him, that I could see every little freckle on his face, and I remember thinking that they were beautiful, like stars. It was at that moment that I realised my feelings for him.

I gaze down at the ground, waiting for him to speak, to hear him laugh and mock me. A long pause. Why won't he say something? This is taking years.


His voice makes my heart jolt.

"Charlie... you said in the letter... that you loved my chocolate brown hair, and my chestnut eyes, and my star-like freckles... did you... did you mean that... in a... romantic way?"

I open my mouth, but my throat is too dry to speak.


"Yes," I sputter, still not looking at him.

"Charlie... look at me."

I look up.

He kisses me.


Lacing his fingers through my hair, Marv leans in towards me until he’s so close I can see the green flecks in his eyes and feel his soft breath against my cheek. So close I can feel the warmth of his body held tentatively close to mine. For a moment I worry about whether or not he can feel how quickly my heart is thrumming in my chest. A moment to worry about whether this is wrong. About whether friendship isn’t meant to go beyond crayons and wellies and catching bubbles in the sunlight. And then his lips touch mine.

It’s soft and warm and innocent and it smells of Marv. My hands slide themselves behind his elbows and I pull him closer, our noses colliding slightly in the movement. I can feel him smile as he tilts his head and presses our lips together. His fingers stroke the back of my neck.

My heart flutters slightly as he pulls away and I draw in a long, shaky breath, my lips tingling. His hands drop to his sides leaving their phantom heat on the back of my neck, and we just stand staring at one another. Seconds pass.

“I- I err… I’m sorry, Charlie.”

My throat prickles and I try to clear it, but no sound comes out. I don’t bother responding anyway: we both know he’s not. Instead I take a hesitant step forward and, threading my fingers through his I pull him back towards the waiting school.

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