Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

Chase paused his eating for a moment and put down his fork. He looked up at his little sister with a serious expression and shook his head. Nothing about you is boring Charlotte. His tone also conveying how much he believed this statement. Charlotte, unlike Chae, had that star quality that attracted people to her. It wasn't only her stunning looks, but her sweet nature and many talents as well. That girl could have the world, but she seemed to enjoy her own company or the company of a close friend instead. Charlotte was creative, athletic, and intelligent to boot, the perfect package. Maybe that was why Chase had been so drawn to Kate. Kate was also the trifecta, but once you were really close to her like Chase had been, she let down her sweet facade and turned out to be a selfish monster under all that charm and glimmer. Kate also differed from Charlotte because Kate relished being the center of attention in any and all situations. She liked to be the hottest and smartest in any room she walked in, proud to show off as much skin as was appropriate in a situation and spout off trivia to impress everyone with her brains. Kate was the polar opposite of Charlotte in that regard. Are you still working at that one place, or did you get a new job somewhere else? Chase asked curiously, taking another bite after finishing his sentence. He sounded, and looked, a little embarrassed as he asked the question. Chase had forgotten where she worked and what she did but didn't want to admit it out loud. But before Charlotte could answer, their father walked in from the backyard. Chase responded to his father's nod with one of his own and gave him an appreciative smile, glad that he understood that Chase needed some space and time. He resumed his eating and was nearly done with the food on his plate when their mom came in. Chase stopped eating and turned to look at his mother, nodding to acknowledge that he heard her before she disappeared again. He managed to eat the last few bites before she came back and leaned back in his chair slightly, knowing that she would be back after loading the washing machine and anticipating her arrival. Chase let out a half-hearted chuckle when his mother ruffled his hair. Thanks, mom, I know. He sighed, looking down at his lap as his hand fingered his pocket, his phone buzzing again to remind him of the missed text. Yeah, I'll probably head up soon, the drive felt a lot longer than I remember. Let me just put my plate and stuff in the dishwasher. Chase pushed himself back from the table and stood, taking his now empty plate to rinse in the sink before placing it, along with his knife, fork, and the empty glass in the dishwasher. He turned back around and looked at the others in the room, his mom, his dad, and his little sister. Though he was not back home for a happy reason, he was still glad to be home with the people he trusted most, the ones he knew he could always count on. Mom, Charlotte, do you know where my guitar went to? Last I remember I left it in my... He paused, then continued. I mean Charlotte's room. But it has been a while since I've played. He knew to ask this question of the women of the house, both of them always knew where to find everything, whereas he and dad were constantly losing and searching for items around the house. I was thinking of playing a bit, just to blow off some steam, ya know?