DRESS || ( charlie dalton )

viii. of meetings and dance lessons

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DRESS
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—chapter viii: of meetings and dance lessons

THE SMOKE WENT into loraine's lungs quickly, making her cough and desperately grasp at the air. charlie grinned at her, softly patting her back. "i think you better quit" he smiled, before he took the pipe from her hand and passed it to pitts. "attaboy, pittsie, inhale deeply!"

"my dad collects a lot of pipes" meeks said and made charlie's head turn at him

"really? mine's got thirty!"

"your parents collect pipes?" asked pitts

"yeah" loraine nodded "i think he loves them more than me" she shrugged

"that's not true" charlie shook his head, while loraine, again, just shrugged her shoulders

"that's interesting" pitts interfered, unsure what else to say

"come on, knox, join in" charlie had noticed the distressed looking boy.

"are you alright?" loraine tried to bend over charlie, but he had draped his left arm over her, as if to hold her in place.

"what's wrong?" charlie asked as loraine's question was left unanswered.

"it's chris" pitts exclaimed loudly and knox looked like a kicked puppy "here's a picture of chris for you, put that in your pipe and smoke it " pitts stuck out his hands, holding the magazine charlie had brought.

knox looked to the ground "that's not funny" he mumbled

loraine rolled her eyes and took the magazine from the boys hand. "stop mocking him" she said

"ray is right, guys" charlie scolded "knock it off! smoke your pipes!" the group had stopped their teasing immediately

"neil!" exclaimed meeks suddenly. loraine turned her head, and really, neil was climbing inside the cave

"hey, stranger" she smiled

"friends, scholars, welton men" he stopped and looked at loraine "the prettiest girl in welton" he bend down and plastered a chaste kiss to her cheek, not noticing the sour look charlie had on his face

"what is that neil?" meeks pointed at the thing neil had brought into the cave, while the boy himself sat down between pitts and todd.

"duh, it's a lamp, meeks" pitts rolled his eyes

neil removed the shade from the lamp and revealed the shape of a man as the base of the lamp. "no" he said "this is the god of the cave"

"the god of the cave" meeks repeated in astonishment.

in the mean time, charlie had instructed loraine to pass him his saxophone on which he was now playing loud and long notes.

"charlie, what are you doing?" pitts asked

"what do you say we start this meeting?"

"did you bring the earplugs?" cameron asked and loraine shushed him with a single hand gesture

"it's gonna be great!" she assured as charlie stood up.

"gentlemen, lady, "poetrusic" by charles dalton" charlie started playing hectic notes "laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling. gotta do more, gotta be more" he got back to playing directly into pitts' face "chaos screaming, chaos dreaming. gotta do more, gotta be more" what followed was a beautiful melody that shocked everyone of the friends