It started as a typical Sunday (Brooke)

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Awww…. Charlie was just so cuuute, thinking that she was a geek and all unattractive an stuff. She apparently didn't know what she had. Brooke stepped up and put a finger to her lips to gently shut her up. "Take a breath hunny, before you pass yout

"I'll have ya know," she started with a pointed finger. "That 'Charlie' is a damn cute an' girly name. I'don't matter nowadays what's girly or not, ya know. Nobody goes by th' stereotypes anymore."

Brooke moved her finger up to Charlie's button nose. "Aaaan', ya don' hafta worry 'bout payin' me back. I'm doin' this 'cause I want t'." Charlie was definitely allowed her little freakout, Brooke didn't blame her. It was very much a surprise to suddenly be picked up and whisked away from your comfort zone by someone you barely knew. Brooke wasn't stupid, she knew how irregular it was. But Brooke was also in desperate need of a distraction. Charlie was convenient. And by this time, Brooke was glad that Charlie had been there to be convenient. Charlie wasn't at all the prude or innocent or geek she was making herself out to be. She was probably going to be just fine. And Brooke wasn't so mean as to leave her alone outside of her element. She might to a person a little more capable, but not to someone so brand new on the scene.

"I'm not gonna 'bandon you 'fore we getcha back home, so don' you worry your little noggin." Brooke smiled brightly for the panicking girl and pet her head gently. "Ya feelin' any better?" If she was, then they could continue. If not, then Brooke would have to figure out some other way to calm her down…maybe a blow to the back of the head?

[Charlotte Greene]

... At the stern recommendation that Charlie take a breath.. she just stopped breathing for a second.. then looked embarrassed and let out a tiny huff before she started breathing normally, looking up at Brooke more than a little sheepishly.. Like she'd just let out some secret that she was ashamed of. Cute indeed.

Charlie's parents were somewhat.. uptight. And they still did go by an awful lot of stereotypes. Why, Charlie didn't know. Most of them didn't make much sense to the nervous pixie, but.. something about how you didn't teach an old dog new tricks. How her parents had grown up was apparently how they were happy to stay. It was what it was and there didn't seem to be any changing it. She'd never admit it, but she actually did rather enjoy the fact that her name irritated both of them. Cause even good girls needed to be at least a tiny bit rebellious.

"I .. guess I just don't know why you'd want a.. 'me'.. tagging along. I mean, I appreciate it, sure.. I, uh.. I'll shut up. I promise I won't freak out again.. I.. I just needed it once. Just to get it out of my system. I.. I'm better, promise." And beneath the blush there was in fact a grin. Cause apparently Brooke was good at making Charlie feel better about herself.

"So.. Brooke.. Where exactly are we gonna go, anyway? I mean, being non-freakout I really do wanna avoid keeping you from having a good time, and I can only guess that you are a bit more.. um, familiar with the whole club party whatever scene than I am.. or ever will be."

A blow to the back of the head remained a valid (if somewhat brutal) option.. but only if Brooke wanted Charlie to go very quickly to sleep. Which.. might come in handy later, actually, depending on just how hopeless Charlie turned out to be later on.