Kaz Nováček/Charlie and Kazzie

KookieCharlie Petrova
## Meeting

She closed the door behind hgger, placing the bag on a wooden table. It was a small house, three rooms. It wasn't falling apart which Charlie was happy about. She hadn't changed much in the past month and had been working in a supermarket to pay the rent. People would get suspicious if she didn't have a job. She looked out the window before pulling the curtains closed.

She saw him and pulled them closed as fast as she could. She moved out of sight and groaned. He was a pain. Lived next to her and was hot as hell. But she promised herself not to get to know anyone. Especially boys like him. They were loud too. As well as a troubled mother. She'd come up to her often to harass Charlie, often drunk. She sighed, before jumping when her oven exploded open and black smoke poured out. After getting the fire under control, she swore.

Her head whipped around to the door and bit her lip. Shoot. She grabbed a tea towel to swipe against the alarm, trying to get it to stop. When that didn't work, she opened a window on the side of the house. Maybe he'll loose interest and go away. she knew the oven was broken and it would cost to get someone in there to fix it, lord knows she has no idea what to do when it came to fixing things. After a moment, she didn't hear the stairs creak and sighed, "yeah, everything's fine, sorry!" She called out.

The door flew open and she glared up at him, "it's fine, the oven just....stopped working. There's no fire and the smoke should be gone in a few moments. If it's drilling into your skull then I'd suggest you leave as distance usually works with noise. Ear plugs might also be helpful." She scowled, tapping her foot.

She rolled her eyes as she saw the card, "always an opportunity to advertise." She huffed as the oven made a noise once more. She whipped out a phone and dialled the number.

"Ahoj to you too," she grumbled, "I have an oven that needs fixing. And you walked away."

She beamed at him and stepped back, "sure," she said.

She pointed towards it before rushing over to extinguish some flames. Swearing under her breath as the alarm went off once more.

He was an elemental. Of course h read. Just. Her. Luck. She leaned against the wall, "how expensive will it be, do you know?" Novacek. Novacek.

She flushed, there were multiple reasons why she denied the cookies. One, she asked Charlie to pay for them and two...she'd been struggling to keep food down recently and better for the women to give it to someone who'd appreciate them. "I wouldn't have appreciated them, plus she asked me to pay for them," she forced out, "and I can pay. Even if it's just a tip." She hesitated at the last question. "I don't know your name."

She narrowed her eyes, "that's...do you realise how many names there are in the world? Not including the unisex names."

"Kookie," she said deadpanned.

"People have called their kids apple, so Kookie might just be," she replied, following, "I'm not that well dressed to get a drink," she observed looking down at her clothes. Jeans, plain black boots and a woolen shirt, no sleeves and a turtle neck. It hung loose below her waist line.

"You're a man," she pointed out as she walked passed him, "you can get away with it."

"I already have," she replied frowning, "you can check if you want,"

"I decided Kookie was the right one," she informed him, easily keeping pace.

She chuckled, "fine by me, kookie."

she hummed, "treat me right and I might tell you."

"I don't speak Czech," she pointed out but she got the idea of what he was saying.

She chewed her lips, "fine, I do know a bit," she confessed, "a...friends boyfriend taught me some."

"Bad habit," she muttered, looking up at the pub, "aren't we a bit...away from Ireland? Like very far away?"

"Do you want to change it to British English?"

She shrugged, "I suppose," she replied, fiddling with her shirt.

She followed after him, her gaze sweeping the room. She looked on through hooded lids, her mouth a perfect frown and her back was arched. For a moment, she'd accidentally slipped back into her old persona but it soon slipped off. "Cosy," she said.

She frowned, following him, "you don't think it is?"

She raised an eyebrow, "what? You don't think she can handle a few drinks? You only have one, right?"

"Oh, right," she replied, "nothing wrong with that." She shrugged, still eyeing the place, "you have a big family."

She paused at the question. Not saying anything for a few minutes, looking for the bartender to get out of it, before eventually saying, "no, no, no I don't know anyone who are twins. Not that I'm close with anyway."

She glanced at Kaz before looking up at him and saying in fluent Czech, "do you have beer?"

She cut a glance towards Kaz before back to the bartender, "heineken. In the. bottle."

She frowned at the label and turned back to Kaz, done with the bartender.

She sipped the drink, "I don't know, I'm not related to you."

"Makes it seem like I belong to you. I'm *your* lady. It's not really got anything to do with you, I just don't like labels in general," she replied. *Plus, I kind of ran away from a label and secretly desired another label for my whole life.* She didn't say this, though. Instead, she changed subjects, "say, why do they call you by your last name?"

She laughed unexpectedly, "see? I was right," she joked, "seriously, though, what is your name?"

"Kaz," she repeated before humming. She didn't expect that, she expect a long, complicated name. "I'm Charlie."

"Charlotte," she conceded, "I don't really like it, though."

"You could change it to Kookie," she suggested, "it suits you much better."

OOC:I would like to point out Charlotte is British not American.

"Oh certainty," she said, nodding, taking another sip, "taking out random people for drinks, fixing their ovens for free–most people would consider that pretty kooky."

She smiled at the compliment. No matter how much she was running from everything she use to be–a compliment was always nice. "Is it often you have attractive neighbours coming through?" She asked, "I haven't really met anyone but..." she trailed off with a shrug, unsure of where she was going with it. "Not many people seem to come and go."

She took a short sip of her drink, "no offence, but that sounds really boring," she said, "I can't imagine staying in this place forever. Or having a family here." Or having a family at all, she thought to herself.

"I grew up somewhere where we had to travel for quite some bit to meet any other human beings, so I suppose that might play into effect," she shrugged, "but I still think you're Kookie for wanting to spend every single moment of your life here."

"So you're torn between the comfortable life and the life you desire?" She asked, rubbing the neck of her bottle with a sly smile.

She grinned, "everything's dramatic," she said, "so, question, why don't you to an academy or something? Surely your siblings are elemental's as well? Might open your eyes and then, after graduation, decide if you want to come back."

"Depends which one you go too," she replied, "most ones...the rich ones, where all the royals go to...aren't that fussed."

"You could try for a scholarship?" She asked, "and I hear it's a really good school."

"Don't they do sibling accomodation?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

She grinned, "but I suppose it shall never beat the life of a mechanic."

She nodded. "I wish you luck with it."

She shrugged, taking a small sip, "briefly. I'm not looking to go back though."

"It is," she replied, "I didn't leave because of it."

she winked, "I think I'll keep you guessing."

She frowned, "smart guy. He was right. You really shouldn't trust me."

"Then I wouldn't be mysterious and attractive, I'd only be attractive."

She shrugged, "as long as I can," she replied, "maybe eventually to a city."

"I'm thinking more like New York."

"I've heard it is," she replied, "I hope it is."

"No, it's not but my plan is in a couple of years, I'll think about it."

"So, don't worry, you won't be rid of me so soon," she said, "so. What do you want to be eventually? Like where do you envision yourself in twenty years?"

"A dad, huh? Nice, I don't think I could raise a child, I'd probably start crying with them," she said, only half joking.

She laughed, "I think you're already there," she teased, "and no, I don't think parenthood is the life for me."

"Not really, I just think I'd make a terrible one. I've never really been around children."

She nodded a few times, "that's right," she said, finally finishing her drink.

She paused, Christina was technically younger but neither usually cared. She felt the usual stab of guilt that occurred whenever she thought about her twin. "Four older," she lied, oh well. Not like he'll ever know the truth. "Two brothers and two sisters."

"Christopher's 23, Harry's..." she trailed off. Was he 18 or 19? "Nineteen." She decided, "Gen's 18 and Christina's 17.theyre my half siblings."

"No, seventeen," she replied. "As I said, half siblings."

"It's okay," she shrugged, "I don't really speak to any of them anymore so...I forget myself." For instance, she didn't even know Harry's age. "I can't say I'm remorseful of that so the idea of a big family kind of scares me. Is it as scary as I think?" She asked, this was slightly true. The idea of living with all of them, including her mother and "step" father made her want to claw her eyes out.

She frowned, for once silenced, and she took a drink to hide it. "It does sound nice," she confessed, "but, like everything, I suppose it's not for everyone."

"Some cultures push big families and the smaller are more controversial. And family doesn't always mean blood. I don't have to live with them or call them my siblings for them to be family." This was hypothetical now. She didn't exactly have anyone but her blood sister to call family.

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