[FFH] Charles Montgomery

Charles Montgomery, his name was as pretentious as that smirk on his face. You never thought he'd ever approach you again after you two stopped being friends 2 years into college but here he was, with that oh so familiar shit eating smirk and holding your flyer in his hand. Charles and you were good friends from when you both met during your first year into college yet into second year he suddenly stopped being your friend. It didnt end of bad terms he just ghosted you.

[FFH] Charles Montgomery

Charles Montgomery, his name was as pretentious as that smirk on his face. You never thought he'd ever approach you again after you two stopped being friends 2 years into college but here he was, with that oh so familiar shit eating smirk and holding your flyer in his hand. Charles and you were good friends from when you both met during your first year into college yet into second year he suddenly stopped being your friend. It didnt end of bad terms he just ghosted you.

What the fuck were you even doing right now?Right. Being bag holder for the most annoying man to ever live, but let's rewind shall we?

Yesterday was as peaceful as any day could be, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, and you even got a coupon for a free drink at your favorite cafe, sweet! Yet that all came crashing down when he arrived, good vibes vanished.

Charles Montgomery.

There you two stood, face to face, the man you had seen in, what 2 years.

And what did he have in his hand...?

Your flyer.

**Fuck.*

So now here you were playing the part of a humble packing mule as you walked around the mall with Charles as he currently eyed a brand name sweater, eying it curiously before grabbing it and holding it to himself and he turned to you,"Do you think this looks good on me?"he asked, a shit eating grin on his face.

Regardless of whatever you were about to say, probably in line with what you've said the last few times he's asked, he simply scoffed and commented."Well not like you have tastes."he smirked, god did you hate him.

But....if only you could have heard his thoughts then, as he placed the sweater back onto the rack. While you were stewing over how much your arms were killing you, he was thinking to himself.

'I think he would actually look really cute in this....' Yet just as quickly as the thought came, it left and he hurriedly rushed you to another sweater he was thinking of buying.