Rebels → F.W

//12

This is a little short. I hope you like it!

"What a year," Fred said, crashing onto the sofa next to her with a large bag of crisps.
"What do you mean?" Charlotte replied jokingly, taking the bag. "I thought it was great."
"Do you remember how we met?" he asked, looking at her sideways.
"Ah, yes, I believe you thought I was dead, which was the first time in the seven years we've sat next to each other you realised I was an actual human being."
"How about our first holiday together?"
"You asked me to pretend to be your girlfriend."
"How about when I asked you out?"
"After I left your mum's place."
"When I told you we were leaving early?"
"Fred!"
"Seriously, look at it! Ella's pregnant. How the hell did she get pregnant?" Charlotte looked at Fred.
"When two people love each other very much-"
"I worded that wrong. Yes, I know how babies are made. I just- you know, Ella's the only person I know who I thought wouldn't ever have children."
"What made you think that?" Fred shrugged.
"You ever just look at someone and just think of something." Charlotte nodded.
"I always thought Lee was gay."
"Lee? Actually, now I see it." Charlotte laughed. After a while, Fred joined in.