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i need a hero. PRONTO, ALEX <3

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Charlee Westlake	Posted: Sep 20 2010, 05:45 AM Q U O T E
here comes trouble ! Group: East Sider Posts: 635 Member No.: 476 Joined: 31-March 10	Happy was far from the word Charlee would use with regards to her current emotional state. She was something along the lines of…dazed. Caught in a state somewhere between extremely calm and heart-pounding over-the-moon. Who could have seen this coming? She didn’t suspect any secrets were between the two of them. She had always thought Alex was an adorable man (perhaps adorable wasn’t the right word for a 37-year-old man, but the simple fact was, well, he was) but she didn’t think that was top-secret. Before tonight, she had never thought of him as anything else but Alex, Chief of Police, who was always fun to chat with whenever he came in for his cheeseburger. Another face in the day, one that perhaps brought more of a smile to her own, but never had she thought of or even suspected any sort of feeling for him might arise. She thought perhaps the same went for him. She was the slightly neurotic waitress that buzzed around like she had an endless source of battery power until her head hit the pillow at night. You’d look good in blue. She smiled, appreciative of the sentiment. Blue, maybe. Cop Blue? She didn’t think so much. She had no doubt that it took a certain kind of emotion to be in such a position. There had to be some kind of compassion, a heart the size of something spectacular to be able to deal with the situations they were put in. She remembered, though somewhat vaguely, how the police had been explaining things to her grandmother after the accident. The soft tone under the mandatory layers of vests and collared shirts, pins and badges. The compassion, though they’d never met the woman before. But after tonight? A gun staring her in the face was the last thing Charlee wanted to see ever again. She’d keep it as a funny notion, as opposed to a new-found dream. “How bout I take the safe route and keep it to my blue jeans, huh?” She said with a chuckle. In the end, she thought it was a good compromise. A playful smile danced on her lips as he pondered her request, sure that when the smile fought its way to his lips that she might just have won this battle. Sure. It was all she needed to hear from him. He knew where to find her – she worked at Cessy’s on a nightly basis, and if she wasn’t at Cessy’s, she’d be at home. A home he was now familiar with. She watched his movements, looking at his watch with him when he turned his focus from her to his wrist. I had better go now though, I have some paperwork that I need to look over for a meeting tomorrow morning.” She was disappointed. Utterly and undeniably disappointed. She was very comfortable, comfortable enough that she could have stayed like this for much, much longer. But priorities were priorities, and work was important. She nodded slowly, unable to hide the faint look of disappointment on her face. As much as she understood, she wanted him to stay. However, this look faded as his hand slid around to her hip, and she turned to smile softly at him again, nodding. When he nudged, she moved to stand, tugging on the hem of her t-shirt for the sake of something to do with her hands. Before she knew it, his hand was on her cheek and she was looking up at him, the same small smile playing on her lips. She couldn’t help herself. Charlee wrapped her arms around his waist comfortably and her smile widened as he kissed the corner of her mouth. She wasn’t sure if he’d done it on purpose, a repeat of her previous goof-up. The goof-up that had inevitable landed them where they were currently. She didn’t mind at all. She pressed her forehead to his chest, listening carefully to the sound of his voice as he spoke to her again. You’re gonna be alright, aren’t you? You’re not scared to be on your own after what happened? She looked back up to him and shook her head. “No, I think I’ll be alright.” She wasn’t sure herself, actually. She leaned up to kiss him again, lingering on his lips a little longer than she had previously, pulling back to kiss him quickly once again before she dropped back down to the flats of her feet. “I’ll lock all the doors and windows.” It was said with a definitive nod, and she couldn’t help but lean up to kiss him one more time before she let go and opened the door to the cool night air again, preparing, no matter how unwillingly, for his departure. It wouldn’t be long, she told herself. And she’d see him again tomorrow. “Goodnight, Alex.” For the first time in a very long time, tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
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