invisible string • Gracie Abrams

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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AS she was taking off her shirt, charlotte scrolled through the feed of today on twitter, laughing at a meme someone made of what her dads reaction to seeing her out in public with gracie would be. she tossed her shirt aside, about to scroll more when gracie approached the girl standing in the bathroom doorway and looked at her phone.

"what'cha looking at?" she asked. she then read the post and laughed, "this ones my new favourite."

charlotte hummed, eyes going back to the screen, just before noticing gracie staring admiringly at her, "what?" she chuckled, turning off her phone and placing it in the pocket of her shorts.

gracie shrugged, "mm nothing." her arm made its way down, her cold fingertips softly grazing charlottes bare sides. "thanks for getting us to go out today, i was waiting a long time for that to happen."

charlotte grinned, "yeah? me too." she was about to pull away to go find a shirt to sleep in when gracie formed her grip and pulled her back by her side, so quick that charlotte almost didn't register the singers lips on hers.

charlotte pulled back a smirk appearing on her face as she rolls her head back, "and i thought you said you were tired?"

"oh shut up," gracie rasped out, watching charlotte fall back onto the bed as she climbed overtop of the actress, sitting on her lap and letting her hands wander down to charlottes body. gracie watched charlottes breath hitch and her lips part as she waited for gracie to put her lips on hers, or her neck, her chest, her jaw.

she smiled and leaned down, kissing charlottes lips and then sloppily making her way down to her neck, slightly getting a bit rougher as charlotte put her hand on the singers thigh to keep her in place.

they haven't gone far yet really. charlotte was always too shy with what she was doing, considering that when she was with matthew he was used to starting things off for her, and also the fact that he was literally a boy, just like every other guy she's been in bed with. gracie was in the same boat. she knew what she was doing with alex, but charlotte was just different in so so many ways. she was more delicate, more gentle, passionate and patient, unlike alex who was a little more aggressive and even a little forceful at times. now she was handling a rose when she used to play with daggers.

but gracie was also more intrigued by charlotte, showing just that as her fingertips hooked under the top of charlotte's shorts, lightly tugging at them, "can i?"

charlotte nodded, "yes," letting gracie take off the rest of her clothes before leaning forward to pull the singers shirt off.

gracie, only left in her underwear, looked down at charlotte who slid a hair tie off her wrist and placed it in gracie's hand, just before her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a long breath, listening to gracie tie up her hair and move down her mattress to the lower half of charlotte.

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with weak knees, charlotte got out of bed and followed the noise of singing coming from the kitchen downstairs. she rubbed her eye with a yawn as she descended the stairs and pulled out her phone, a slight laugh leaving her throat as she noticed the new set of furious texts from her dad regarding what he saw online last night. as assuming as it was when she first looked, that feeling quickly died down when she remembered her premiere, which was tomorrow. which her parents will still be attending. charlotte felt a chill run down her spine at the thought and for a moment felt her dads hand on her cheek and heard his voice snapping at her. she was hoping that wouldn't become a reality once again tomorrow.