“Gah! There’s nothing to wear!”

Reed Van Kamp flopped on his bed, fumbling his delicate fingers through his slightly untamed blonde curls. Reed never had a problem with picking out clothes. In fact, clothes.. Well, there was never a shortage. (Especially when his mother is Hidle Van Kamp, the fashion editor.)
It was today, his first study date with Charlie. That is, if they actually get around studying.
As nerved racked as he is, he was really looking forward to it. Especially, when it came to Charlie. Despite being unsure of his sexuality, Reed knew he was into boys in a big way.

And Charlie, oh Oh Charlie - all Reed could think about was those beautiful blue dreamy eyes that Charlie has.
He always had the tendency to start being all giggly thinking about Charlie.

“You were standing at the edge of devastation…”

“Ooof!” Reed found himself on the yellow padded floor in his dorm. Reed, despite knowing that he’s a klutz, never really cared to actually take good care of himself. But he was thankful for Kurt, who helped him put up the pads around his room, he doesn’t even dare to imagine what kind of injuries he would get if the room wasn’t padded.

“Hey Reed, I’m coming over in ten. Try not to injure yourself while getting ready alright?”

Wait, wha - ? Charlie was coming in ten. Reed is hardly dressed up, as he tried to ninja his way through the piles of clothing he has thrown around trying to find the perfect outfit for their date, he found a really preppy vest to go with the rest of his outfit. Perfect for their date.

Reed glances in the mirror, as he tugs his vest down.

“Reed? Open up, its’ Charlie!”

Deep breathes Reed, deep breathes. As Reed approaches the door, hand clutching on that cold ice doorknob…

“Oh.. Oh those blue eyes.” As soon as Reed’s eyes met Charlie’s, the nervousness just melted away, just with one look from those dreamy blue eyes.

“Huh? What? Did you say something Reed?”

“Oh.. Oh nothing! Uhm.. Oh Nice sweater you’ve got there!”

“Mmmhmm, took me a long time to get this sweater, I am, after all going out with a fashionista! Need to be in par with you, and I must say, my sweater does match your vest pretty well!”

Reed couldn’t help but giggle; Charlie may be insane at times. But, Reed just loves how Charlie is brave, and how dangerous he is, yet at the same time Reed feels safe around him.

“Lets get going then?”

Reed heads back into his dorm to pick up his bag and car keys. Closing the doors behind him as he walks down the Windsor hallways.

“Looks like a war inside your room huh? And also, no need for your keys, I’m driving.”

Charlie never ever got around trusting Reed and him driving, I mean its obvious he’s a klutz, and the damage he might actually do while driving. (Reed begs to differ though.)

“Ow!”

“Oh dear god, what did you bump into again Reed?” Charlie comes rushing back in Reed’s direction.

Reed was really making an effort to walk slowly across the wet car park floor, but he couldn’t help but stare at Charlie and how his hair sways a little when he walks. It was then, he being distracted, walked straight into the lamppost. A streak of scarlet slowing makes its way down to Reed’s neck.
Just for a split second, Charlie did however found himself looking at Reed’s neck, realizing how smooth it was… Then only snapping back into reality.

“Reed! Oh god, for the millionth time, stop maiming yourself! You’re lucky that I always keep a plaster somewhere near…”

Charlie reaches out for Reed’s cheek, cupping it in his palms. Swiftly using his other hand to tenderly place the plaster on Reed’s cheek. For a moment, Reed felt Charlie’s smooth tender skin rub across his face, it tingled a little but he liked it.

“You comin’ or what?” As Charlie shouted from his truck. Reed caught in the daze, semi leaning on the lamppost he has bumped into earlier on.

Reed, this time being extra careful, made his way towards Charlie’s truck. He noticed how crisp the air was; he always took in delight to go out for a nice walk after a thunderstorm. Buckled in, they set off.

“Lima Bean for coffee? Then I’ll help you with that question you’re unsure of.” Charlie cruises along the road, taking a left turn. A road that took them by the lovely lake. Reed made a mental note to come back to the lake soon for another painting session; it was always so inspirational to him.

Pulling into Lima Bean, shoulders slightly brushing, both walks into the coffee shop.
Lima Bean:

“Reed, I presume it the usual Mocha for you?”

“Wait, you know my order?”

“Well, of course I do.” Charlie gave a cute little wink before turning back to the counter to place their coffee orders.

Reed takes out his notepad and starts sketching out his ideas, when he finds Charlie sitting on the armrest right next to him. Charlie smiles and places Reed’s coffee on the table.

“Just in case you spill them over your sketches.”

A tiny smile appears