A/N: Please note this mysterious guys name will not be revealed until the end. (As in story 3)

Doesn't everyone love a clear day full of sunshine? Not all the time. That's not a bad thing though! Sometimes, on rainy days, Charlotte likes to settle down with a good cup of hot chocolate and a comfy robe while she reads a novel peacefully as the rain goes pitter-patter like an animal's paws hitting the harsh floor. Oh, how she loves to watch the raindrops fall from the cloudy sky, one after another hitting the ground, a never ending loop. It keeps her at peace while she thinks.

Charlotte loves to think about one person in particular. The one she loves dearly. He keeps her company when she is alone, and his beautiful cerulean eyes always seem to bring her comfort even when her skies are dark with regret, the regret of a past she cannot seem to let go.

His soothing voice brings tears to Charlotte's eyes everytime he speaks, and his soft, smooth skin keeps her at peace when they share a hug filled with passion. Whenever there is a war in her head, he steps in to guide her back to the light with his positivity. The thought of losing him sounds like a curse, one that would tear her heart in two. She cannot bear the pain of losing someone so valuable.

He is going to be hers. Charlotte Reeves will not take a no for an answer. Though, who was she kidding? Why would someone ever love Charlotte? She is practically unlovable. Somehow he had managed to gain passage to her damaged teenage heart. Did he like her back? That question keeps Charlotte up most nights, she cannot help it though.

He shows signs of loving her back, so what if? Just what if he happens to love her back? What would it mean if she could show off their mutual affection to others at the academy as they walked with their hands entwined through the campus.

Imagine it. Electric sparks flowing everywhere as their love was shown in one single gesture. She craves this attention, this feeling, this relationship. Charlotte fantasizes about sharing a kiss and about a love they will share into adulthood. The thought of her rough, dry lips meeting his soft, sweet lips brings her to a state of euphoria.

Love is all Charlotte sees. She cannot imagine feelings of hatred or jealousy that others have coupled with love. Never could she ever see herself yelling at this lovely man. Oh, the horror! Charlotte was not one fueled by hatred or jealousy but instead, love. Pure, undying love. One that will spark the flames of happiness.

Sure, happiness and love are not the same things, but that does not mean one does not help the other. Love is a fantastic feeling, especially when she is in love with him. Oh, the butterflies that fly around in her stomach and the way her face warms every time he says hello.

When she waves to him in the narrow hallway, his hand accidentally brushes hers in a romantic gesture. She always likes to keep a close eye on him to make sure he wasn't with another girl, just for safekeeping though. It's not like a girl far prettier than her would steal her perfect representation of a saint.

Charlotte felt like a total creep, but she is not. She is only driven by her passion for a certain male. The teen often finds herself staring at him during history classes or lunch breaks. When she is seated in the back, she draws him in the little sketchbook he gave her. She sketches his smile lighting up the room. She depicts his sweat running down his forehead, gleaming against his pale complexion. She illustrates his laugh filling the boring, damp air.

Charlotte could not help but laugh any time he asked her what she was drawing. Her laugh allowed her to hide the truth without lying. She could never show him her messy drawings that filled the rough white paper, dirtied by her graphite-covered fingers. In her little sketches, she draws him exactly as he is. Beautiful black hair that bounces with grace as he struts across the hall. Cerulean eyes that match that of a beautiful sea, filled with waves of tranquility and reassurance. A lean body with curves that filled all the right places along with muscles to match that masculine yet feminine look.

His personality was all too good as well. How could one be such a kind and caring person? He was always there to listen to her problems and sing her lullabies when she needed them most. If she needed to eat but didn't have the motivation? Just call him and he'd surely be there to cook for her, even if it didn't always taste the best. Like that one time he made pork chops in the oven and they burned, long story short they had jerky for dinner.

He is the perfect husband material and Charlotte knew that. She knew every nook and cranny of him. He was on the track team, he liked to eat turkey sandwiches at lunch, and he always went to the candy vending machine for a Hershey's bar at the end of each class. For Charlotte he was perfect and divine.

Charlotte loves him. Every single aspect of him. She just wishes she had the courage to confess her feelings. Maybe she will do just that. Maybe Charlotte will pluck up the fortitude to tell him about her undying love. All of her other emotions act as a candle in the wind, but not this love. Its flame is too vibrant, too fierce. It refuses to be put out

"I love him." 

Link for the second book: (unfinished)

Link for the third book: (not started)