“Charlotte,” called the voice. I knew that voice. His voice. (Put 'his' in italics, maybe?) At first, it was like any other voice. It's really quite amazing how something so commonplace, something that doesn't stick out to you at all when you first hear it, can evolve into something so cherished and noticeable. I was sure I could pick it out from a line up if it was played alongside any other voice samples. But why was he calling my name? I turned quickly (I'm sure too quickly) and faced him, hoping my body language formed an acceptable response because I was certainly too surprised to form any sort of vocal reply.
“Charl. Hey! How are you? I haven't seen you in a while!”
Now, now that some extraordinary affection had worked its way into my system, I couldn't get him out of my head.
Perhaps he'd come back just to make sure that I was the idiot he thought I was. If that was the case, my dull conversation would have confirmed his suspicions.
What was up with the world?
His smile was a beam of sun. I can't over exaggerate the effect his smile had on me.
[s]I mean[/s], I'm sure that no person
What did I want?
But I barely knew him. But I didn't care.
I really liked this boy. A lot.
But, I like this ending. Short and sweet. Very effective.
*At this point, Evi tries to restrain herself from breaking her promise to Hannah and rambling about time passing, plot, names, and other things that Hannah has not included*
So, I see some time has passed?
*Evi grumbles about how abrupt this is, but muffles herself by sticking a pillow in her face before anything rude reacher Hannah's eyes or ears*
So, I see some time has passed?
I just think it doesn't sound like something Charlotte would say. You know, Charlotte and I are becoming homies. We're really getting to know each other.