Call Me A Mess, Call Me Wrong - CC - Oneshot
Title::..Call Me A Mess, Call Me Wrong
Reality::..Lost - season 2, post-Fire + Water
Spoilers::..Fire + Water
Rating::..PG for drug references
Genre::..Drama
Characters::..Charlie & Claire
Pairing::..CC
Author’s Note::..It feels like ages since I’ve written a Cheroin fic, this one isn’t really Cheroin but it’s the first time in a while that I’ve really written about it. This one is about Charlie’s addictions & I kind of just explored, you know, why he seems so obsessed with Claire.
I was going to make it longer than it actually is but when I got to end of the second part I couldn’t think up any ending so I just decided to end it there, which I think works out well.
I stole the title from lyrics in a song by The Used called Sick Hearts.
Summary::..Charlie always needed something or someone to distract him from concentrating on himself.
Charlie was the kind of person who always needed something or someone to distract him from simply concentrating on himself. He didn’t know what it was, it must have just been something engrained into his personality.
When he was a kid he distracted himself with music. Which ultimately led to the band, which led to the heroin & the band also led to the desperately wanted come back that got him on the plane landing him on this island.
It was just one thing after the other.
For a while on the island he thought that he may have broken the cycle by giving up the heroin but then Claire came along.
Claire was the meaning for that old saying ‘sugar, spice & everything nice’. Charlie didn’t think he’d ever met a girl cuter than her in his life.
He just wanted to be around her so much. He wanted to be more like her but at the exact same time he wanted her to love him.
Being the rockstar & living that lifestyle had restricted him from meeting girls like Claire. He didn’t think that he’d met anyone like Claire since he was a kid, before high school even.
She wasn’t the kind of girl he thought that he would ever find himself attracted to & yet here he was.
He figured that he was attracted to her because she was so different to every girl that he had been with in the past five years or so. He really liked that about her.
For the past five years every girl that he had ever been with would simply throw herself at him. There was no fun of the chase. There were no interesting conversations. It was just sex & he didn’t know how but he found himself sick of it.
Claire was different. She was a complete breath of fresh air & he figured that was what he needed in his life right now.
So as opposed to just sitting around thinking about drugs he went over to Claire & talked to her - dedicating the majority of his time to her.
He didn’t think that there was anything wrong with what he was doing. He was hanging out with a nice, sweet girl so he didn’t think about drugs. It didn’t matter if she didn’t feel the same way about him, she didn’t need to.
All he needed was her around & he simply forgot about everything else. She was better than any drug he’d ever taken.
xXx
Charlie didn’t think that he really should have been surprised when he found himself without Claire.
She was like any other drug - or distraction as Charlie preferred to refer to them as in his head. He tried to start over new, to simply forget everything else so he hadn’t really told her about the heroin because he’d wanted her so badly.
Then because he had wanted her so badly he’d become obsessed.
When she’d found out about the heroin she wasn’t at all happy. She deemed him as dangerous & the more that he tried to get her back the more that she pulled away.
He knew that it was purely his fault that she was angry at him. She wasn’t a drug (or some cheap distraction like a crappy rock band) she was a human being with lots of emotions. Emotions that were heightened because a: she was a chick (everyone knew that chicks were over-emotional at any chance they got) & b: she was now trying to raise a baby.
Just like all of his other distractions he refused to let go easily.
It wasn’t uncommon for him to cling tightly onto a distraction, a drug. But it was uncommon for him to cling tightly to a girl, especially after she had ended the relationship.
Usually when his relationships ended he got over it, he might write a song about it & maybe propose the idea of being friends but with Claire it was totally different.
He figured that he probably hadn’t been this crazy about a girl in such a long time. So he didn’t want to get over it. He doubted that he’d be able to even if he tried. He was too scared to write a song about it, he didn’t want to crap up any of the details.
The proposal of being friends had crossed his mind many times. But he didn’t think that Claire would dig it at all. She had said to him that they had only ever been just friends - she clearly didn’t feel the same way that he did.
He knew that she didn’t feel the same way about him & he knew that it was hopeless. But he simply couldn’t help himself from wanting her back.
She was worse than any drug, a million times more addictive it seemed.
Unlike other drugs she didn’t take his money but she did take up all of his time. If he wasn’t trying to reconcile with her then he was thinking about her & how much he terribly missed her.
Just like every other drug his friends had grown bored with him. All he ever spoke about was Claire. Claire this, Claire that. None of them felt the way about Claire that he did so they didn’t want to hear it.
To them he was just the useless junkie - exactly as he’d been when they’d first arrived here. He was an idiot to think that he was a changed man.
Reality::..Lost - season 2, post-Fire + Water
Spoilers::..Fire + Water
Rating::..PG for drug references
Genre::..Drama
Characters::..Charlie & Claire
Pairing::..CC
Author’s Note::..It feels like ages since I’ve written a Cheroin fic, this one isn’t really Cheroin but it’s the first time in a while that I’ve really written about it. This one is about Charlie’s addictions & I kind of just explored, you know, why he seems so obsessed with Claire.
I was going to make it longer than it actually is but when I got to end of the second part I couldn’t think up any ending so I just decided to end it there, which I think works out well.
I stole the title from lyrics in a song by The Used called Sick Hearts.
Summary::..Charlie always needed something or someone to distract him from concentrating on himself.
Charlie was the kind of person who always needed something or someone to distract him from simply concentrating on himself. He didn’t know what it was, it must have just been something engrained into his personality.
When he was a kid he distracted himself with music. Which ultimately led to the band, which led to the heroin & the band also led to the desperately wanted come back that got him on the plane landing him on this island.
It was just one thing after the other.
For a while on the island he thought that he may have broken the cycle by giving up the heroin but then Claire came along.
Claire was the meaning for that old saying ‘sugar, spice & everything nice’. Charlie didn’t think he’d ever met a girl cuter than her in his life.
He just wanted to be around her so much. He wanted to be more like her but at the exact same time he wanted her to love him.
Being the rockstar & living that lifestyle had restricted him from meeting girls like Claire. He didn’t think that he’d met anyone like Claire since he was a kid, before high school even.
She wasn’t the kind of girl he thought that he would ever find himself attracted to & yet here he was.
He figured that he was attracted to her because she was so different to every girl that he had been with in the past five years or so. He really liked that about her.
For the past five years every girl that he had ever been with would simply throw herself at him. There was no fun of the chase. There were no interesting conversations. It was just sex & he didn’t know how but he found himself sick of it.
Claire was different. She was a complete breath of fresh air & he figured that was what he needed in his life right now.
So as opposed to just sitting around thinking about drugs he went over to Claire & talked to her - dedicating the majority of his time to her.
He didn’t think that there was anything wrong with what he was doing. He was hanging out with a nice, sweet girl so he didn’t think about drugs. It didn’t matter if she didn’t feel the same way about him, she didn’t need to.
All he needed was her around & he simply forgot about everything else. She was better than any drug he’d ever taken.
xXx
Charlie didn’t think that he really should have been surprised when he found himself without Claire.
She was like any other drug - or distraction as Charlie preferred to refer to them as in his head. He tried to start over new, to simply forget everything else so he hadn’t really told her about the heroin because he’d wanted her so badly.
Then because he had wanted her so badly he’d become obsessed.
When she’d found out about the heroin she wasn’t at all happy. She deemed him as dangerous & the more that he tried to get her back the more that she pulled away.
He knew that it was purely his fault that she was angry at him. She wasn’t a drug (or some cheap distraction like a crappy rock band) she was a human being with lots of emotions. Emotions that were heightened because a: she was a chick (everyone knew that chicks were over-emotional at any chance they got) & b: she was now trying to raise a baby.
Just like all of his other distractions he refused to let go easily.
It wasn’t uncommon for him to cling tightly onto a distraction, a drug. But it was uncommon for him to cling tightly to a girl, especially after she had ended the relationship.
Usually when his relationships ended he got over it, he might write a song about it & maybe propose the idea of being friends but with Claire it was totally different.
He figured that he probably hadn’t been this crazy about a girl in such a long time. So he didn’t want to get over it. He doubted that he’d be able to even if he tried. He was too scared to write a song about it, he didn’t want to crap up any of the details.
The proposal of being friends had crossed his mind many times. But he didn’t think that Claire would dig it at all. She had said to him that they had only ever been just friends - she clearly didn’t feel the same way that he did.
He knew that she didn’t feel the same way about him & he knew that it was hopeless. But he simply couldn’t help himself from wanting her back.
She was worse than any drug, a million times more addictive it seemed.
Unlike other drugs she didn’t take his money but she did take up all of his time. If he wasn’t trying to reconcile with her then he was thinking about her & how much he terribly missed her.
Just like every other drug his friends had grown bored with him. All he ever spoke about was Claire. Claire this, Claire that. None of them felt the way about Claire that he did so they didn’t want to hear it.
To them he was just the useless junkie - exactly as he’d been when they’d first arrived here. He was an idiot to think that he was a changed man.