CAILIN
IT IS HAPPENING
IT
IS
FINALLY HAPPENING
yES

Kaitlin: cailinthefangirl my kid
Charles: Me.
YES THESE ARE THE EVIL VERSIONS OF OURSELVES
but these aren't bad this is from a hardcore rp up in de dms.
It's lit bro

i'll stop^

Kaitlin Desc:
Name: Kaitlin Wright
Age: Depends on AU
Appearance: Caucasian, Brown Hair, Brown Eyes, 5 foot smth
Personality: Nice, Prone to Anxiety, Low Self Esteem (unless brought up by others).
Occupation: Model (most of the time)

Charles Desc:
Name: Charles Faun
Age: Depends on AU
Appearance: Caucasian, Generally Tall (near 6 ft), Brown Hair, Brown Eyes
Personality: Nice, Charismatic, Optimistic, Overprotective, Anger Outbursts
Occupation: Business CEO, Photographer (CEO of Charles Photography Co.)

and they both live in a lil apartment in New York

Cailin and I have self inserts, but you already know how we are so (:

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C H A R L E S '     P O V

   The wind was blowing around wildly, my hair whipping around. A sigh left my mouth as I clutched tightly onto the folder holding some crucial things to the next magazine.

   Like those moments in the movies, the papers flew out of the pale yellow folder I was holding. I cursed quickly and followed them, trying desperately to catch them. 

   "Ooh!" A girl cooed, her grasping onto the magazine cover, "What's this?" She asked. I quickly swiped it away from her, "No! No, no, no! You can't look at those!" I said, moving along swiftly.

   The girl sniffled, "M-Meanie!" She cried out as I ran off. My heart clenched, but I continued moving on anyway.

   I grabbed each paper, breathing heavily. I was out of breath to say the least. My heel twisted, my body switching directions. 

T I M E S K I P 

T H I R T Y    M I N U T E S      L A T E R . . .

   "Hey, everyone!" I greeted, walking into the office. There were a few 'Hello's. "Hey, Charles. . ." A boy with brown hair and simple brown eyes (There are a lot of people in the office with brown eyes and brown hair - prepare yourselves) came up to me, "Follow me. . ." He said.

   I nodded slightly and followed him, "What's the matter, Liam?" I asked as we came upon his desk. He had his camera there, "I'm having tech problems." He informed.

   "Oh. . ." I muttered, starting to help him. Around ten minutes passed before Car rushed over to me (A/N: like i said, we have self inserts), "Charles!" She exclaimed, Cailin at her side.

   I turned my head and cocked an eyebrow, "What?" I questioned, not meaning to sound harsh or anything, "There's something wrong with Kaitlin." Cailin said.

   This caused me to curse under my breath, "Where is she?" I stepped away from Liam, "The hospital. We admitted her in, then came straight here. From what we know, Liz is currently taking care of her." Car explained. 

   'Liz' was a nurse (her full name is Elizabeth (A/N: elizabarth), but most call her Liz) who had taken care of Kaitlin in the past and knows pretty much everything about Kaitlin when it comes to a medical standpoint.

   "Okay, lets go." I said, the two girls leading me out. I was at least five inches taller than them both (they were both 5'3-5'5), but that's not important.

   Eventually, we ending up at the hospital after a few agonizingly slow minutes of speed walking. "Where is she?" I asked the lady at the front desk. Urgency was in my voice, "Kaitlin! Kaitlin Wright. Which room is she in?" I added.

   "Who are yo--" I cut her off, "Who do I look like? Channing Tatum? No! Charles Faun, her boyfriend. Just tell me!" I interrupted.

   "Room 312." She answered reluctantly. I nodded, then bolted off. I could hear one of the girls apologizing for my behavior as I ran down the hall.

   I ended up at Kaitlin's room, Liz just leaving, "Wait! Don't go in there!" Liz warned. "Why not? I need to get in there!" I said.

   Car and Cailin arrived, both panting audibly. "Kaitlin's--" I didn't hear her finish, me already bursting into the room.

   "Charles!" One of the three women outside called out, "Don't go i--" Their words became a blur to me as Kaitlin and I made eye contact.

   Quickly, I glided over to her, "You're okay!" I exclaimed, a smile making its way to my face. "What are you doing here?" Kaitlin asked groggily.

   "Making sure you're okay, of course!" I responded without hesitation. I wrapped my arms around her in a hug, "Stop! She's very. . ." Liz cut herself off, "Fragile. . ." She muttered.