invisible string • Gracie Abrams

022 breif dinner chaos

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
brief dinner chaos
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"SO, all in all, i'm pretty sure my answers in that interview will clear out all the rumours and shit," charlotte said, unlocking the door to her place.

"but you did mention that you think i'm a sweet person," gracie said. "how're your parents gonna react to that."

charlotte let out a frustrated sigh, "not good. i kinda rambled and blacked out what i was saying, but i didn't wanna make you sound like a bad person either."

"i don't mind, if you do," gracie laughed. "you can talk shit as much as you want."

flustered, charlotte smiled and swiped off her shoes, letting gracie shut the  door behind her. she watched her eyes wander around the open entry way, a whistle leaving her lips.

"shit you make a lot of money," she commented, which was true but in reality, gracie had a much bigger apartment than charlotte.

"yeah my dad thinks it's like super casual to gift jude and i a full ass apartment home as eighteenth birthday presents," charlotte shrugged. "not complaining though."

"aw."

charlotte looked to where gracie was looking to see her adoring the framed photos of charlotte and jude from many different ages.

"pigtails," she said, pointing to a photo of charlotte in kindergarten, her hair up in pigtails while jude had a tiny mohawk.

"stop," charlotte groaned in embarrassment, covering her face in the photo with her hand.

"no, it's cute," gracie laughed. "alright, show me the cats."

charlotte's eyes lit up. sometimes she seriously though that she loved her cats more than her own family. and since she was pretty firm on never having kids when she's older, she just tells everyone she already has kids, which she technically does in her own sense.

"timber, meet my girlfriend gracie. gracie, meet my first son, timber," she said, scooping up the grey and fluffy cat that was wandering the kitchen counter. without even warning her, charlotte placed timber in gracie's arms.

she then bent down to pick up her second child, "rue, meet gracie. gracie meet my daughter rue," she said, cradling the brown furred cat in her arms.

"y'know what, i think i like them," gracie smiled, planting a kiss on timber's forehead. "but the cat hair is getting to me," she said, placing him on the floor delicately. "can i look around?"

charlotte nodded and sat at the island, placing her purse on the counter and pulling out her phone, "alright i'm starving, what place you feel like getting?"

"um, whatever you feel like," gracie mumbled, continuing to explore the apartment.

"c'mon i gotta know what kinda takeout girl you are," charlotte replied. "pizza, sushi? i get kinda a chinese food vibe from you—"

"really, you decide," gracie quickly said. "i'm-i'm not that picky."

a little taken back from how tense gracie seemed, charlotte responded with a "ok..."

as she began to order a pizza from a nearby place, her subconscious began to wonder a little about gracie. how she doesn't eat much, doesn't eat in front of charlotte, and doesn't ever seem to like the subject in general. for a while now this thought has been stuck at the back of her head, masked by the idea that gracie just had a different diet or is picky... even though she just said she wasn't. charlotte made a mental note: tonight will be the night they have an actual meal in front of each other. if she senses something off, maybe she'll have to mention something...