𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜  𝚙𝚘𝚟

It's finally summer break after a hectic first part of the season. I walked into my apartment that was silent after my break up with Charlotte 2 months ago. She was perfect... but not as perfect as Celine Louise Vivienne Elodie Laurent... the girl I have always loved. After she left I have never heard or seen anything from her. I would be to hurt to see or hear anything from her. I had waited for years to see her but it never came. I gave up on it and tried moving on... well guess what? I never could. I'm still seeing her crystal blue eyes, the freckles on her face... well enough about that. I have never seen her and I'm not gonna see her again... well I hope that's not true tho. After I changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt I walked outside to get to the cafe where I would meet up with Max, Daniel and Pierre. I was looking on my phone when I bumped into someone. I dropped my phone and we both went down to grab it. The person spoke up and the voice belonged too the one person I longed to see.

Celine: "Pardon! je ne cherchais pas. laisse-moi te l'apporter." (Sorry! I wasn't watching. Let me get that for you.)

She handed me my phone when she looked me in the eyes. She completely froze. Her crystal blue eyes even brighter then I remembered... her brown hair falling perfectly over her face like before, her freckles dancing over her face and her face in general looked more mature. She wasn't the teenager I knew. She was a women. The most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on.

Charles: "Celine?"

Celine: "Charles?"

Charles: "how are you?"

Celine: "I'm great. Just on a holiday after the hectic week at olympics."

Charles: "you were at the olympics?!"

Celine: "yes. I competed for France. Athletics... I won a gold medal. You didn't watch the olympics?"

Charles: "I only watched it when we were younger with you. When you left... I didn't watch any sport except Motorsport."

She smiled shyly at her feet before looking past me.

Celine: "should have known that you wouldn't watch me get my career... stupid of me."

Charles: "it hurts me to much to watch you... you were my best friend and you left me behind for you career. A great one apparently and I supported it."

Celine: "it's fine Charles. It's my own fault. It was nice seeing you. Bye."

She walked past me and as I turned around she didn't turn back.

Charles: "Wait! Celine!"

Celine: "I need to go Charles..."

Charles: "can we please... meet up again."

Celine: "sure... just send me a message."

She gave me a weak smile as she walked away again. I looked at my phone seeing the time. Shoot. I had to be at the cafe 10 minutes ago. I started walking again and after a good 5 minutes I walked into the cafe. My mind still with Celine.

Daniel: "Lord Percival has arrived."

Charles: "very funny Daniel."

Max: "mate what took you so long?"

Charles: "oh uhm... just an old friend."

Pierre: "well let's order some food."
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𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚟
𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

I pulled on a pair of white jeans. I tucked in my black silky top and then pulled on my black Nike airforce ones. I placed 2 necklaces around my neck and clipped earrings in my ear. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked decent for a casual dinner with Charles. 1 thing I didn't like... my hair. I quickly pulled my hair into a low slik bun before I walked out of my hotel room. I slowly strolled towards the small restaurant with beach view Charles said we would meet and arrived there at the same time Charles did.

Celine: " nous avons un bon timing n'est-ce pas?" (We have a good timing don't we?)

Charles: "nous avons certainement." (We definitely have.)

We walked into the restaurant and took place somewhere in the back overlooking the place. I looked around the sea themed place and took place on one of the chairs as Charles did the same on the other side of the table.

Celine: "so how is your career going in formula 1? Last race wasn't really as hoped. DNF in turn 1 right?"

Charles: "you watch formula 1?"

Celine: "I have followed you since you were in Formula 4. Wanted to see what you were up too."

Charles: "now I feel bad for not following you."

Celine: "don't feel bad. Really. It's not that interesting."

The rest of the night was full of chatting, laughing and bringing up memories. We splat the bill and where now slowly strolling towards the Harbour where we would always sit when we were young. We stood there watching over the water as it was already dark outside and the moon was now lighting up Charles' face. We just stood there looking at each other. I had a crush on Charles since we were young... around 11 years old... he was 15 back then.

Charles: "tu es encore plus belle que je me souviens."
(Your even more beautiful than I can remember.)

His voice was soft. Almost whispering soft. I looked down at my hands and then back up hoping he wouldn't notice my blushing cheeks. I smiled lightly at him as he looked at all my features on my face.

Celine: "merci ... vous n'avez pas l'air mal vous-même." (thank you ... you don't look bad yourself)

Charles: "can I tell you something?"

Celine: "of course."

Charles: "I uhm... I have liked you since we were young. Never grew over it."

Celine: "well... same here."

Charles: " puis-je... t'embrasser?" (Can I... kiss you?)

I let out a small giggle before taking a small step forward and leaning my mouth next to his ear.

Celine: " si tu veux vraiment aussi..." (if you really want too...)

I slowly whispered it in his ear. I had one hand on his shoulder and felt him shiver underneath me. I let my head rest a few inches in front of his. He slowly closed the gap between our lips. The kiss was soft but passionate. His warm, sweet, soft lips on mine made my heart beat faster. His hands were placed on my waist and mine were on his shoulder and one on his chest.  After we pulled back he rested his forehead on mine. We softly smiled at each other as we didn't change positions and stayed silent for a moment as we both progressed what had happened.

Charles: "Je veux sortir avec toi. Je veux apprendre à te connaître comme quand nous étions plus jeunes."(I want to go out with you. I want to get to know you like when we were younger.)

Celine: "alors faisons-le." (Then let's do it.)

He smiled at me widely. His eyes squinted closed as a chuckle left his lips. He kissed me again this time a few seconds. He walked me towards my hotel and we said goodbye before I walked up the small staircase that led to the entrance of the hotel. I turned around one last time to see the brown haired boy with a white button up, grey jeans and black sneakers stood smiling at me. I mouthed a quiet bye before walking in and leaving him there in the dark.

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