Charlie had never seen someone so beautiful.

He had looked up from his book about the same old thing— a bad guy trying to take over the world, with beautiful, powerful teenagers being the only people who could stop him. Charlie was really only reading it so that he didn't have to be in the hotel room with his fighting parents.

He had mumbled he was going to sit by the pool with some excuse about fresh air, before he slipped out the room, neither of them even realising he had left. So much for a bickering free vacation on the California coast.

But Charlie had been content, he'd catch up on his reading, listen to the music he hadn't got a chance to hear, he'd be lost in his own fictional world.

But he should have realized the pool was full of distractions. Screaming kids flapping around in neon colored water wings with sea creatures and bubbles on them, college girls tanning in almost every available seat, and families attempting to get away from their hectic lives.

But as clichè as it may sound, the girl he saw cut through it all. It wasn't one of the college girls, who had reluctantly got into the pool after there were no more available pool chairs, but a girl who looked seventeen, about Charlie's age.

She was wearing a one piece bathing suit that kept her covered perfectly, but she had still thrown on a t-shirt over it. The t-shirt edge almost reached the middle of her round thighs, the water making tracks down to her feet.

She was drying herself with a soft pink towel, the water gleaming on coffee colored skin, and her dark hair was dripping on her shoulders. It was clotting into sections from the heat and pool water, and she was trying to rake it with her fingers while she dried her legs.

She looked like she was trying to shield herself, like she didn't think she was worth looking at. That's probably why she didn't see Charlie staring, she wasn't expecting to be stared at.

She was plump, and Charlie didn't mean that rudely. From her chest to her thighs, her curves and round profile were beautiful. Her face was even better, she was all beautiful cheeks and plump lips, and her eyes were so brown they were almost black.

She smiled at a little girl that was smaller than her, her little sister probably. Her smile was as amazing as the rest of her, and Charlie could not help but clench his fists at society. This girl should never think any less of herself because society did. Charlie thought that a picture of her on a magazine cover would be better than any model he had ever beheld.

She took her sister's hand, absentmindedly pulling down her t-shirt so it would cover more of her. She slipped on some sunglasses as a thinner woman who looked like her but older called from behind. She gathered up her things, and tugged her little sister towards the hotel, disappearing inside. Charlie sat up quickly, running to the other side of the pool despite the lifeguards whistle. A college girl was already claiming the chair the beautiful girl had been occupying, flicking the girls pink towel to the ground with a flip of her wrist. Charlie picked it up, a scent of orange blossoms wafting up beneath the chlorine. Charlie walked quickly into the hotel, seeing the girl walk across the lobby with her sister and the woman from earlier.

"Excuse me! Wait!" He called. Fortunately, among the many people who turned around, so did she. Charlie came to a stop in front of her.

"You, um, forgot your towel," he said. She looked down at the towel like she had never seen it before before looking back to him. She let go of her sister's hand and pushed her toward the other woman who was walking to the elevator. "Go wait for me by our room with mom, I'll be there in a sec," she said quietly. The girl nodded and ran off. She looked back at me.

"Thank you, I probably would have come back," she said, a slight southern lilt coating her words. Charlie's heart melted a little more, but he hid it with a shrug. "I didn't want you to have to go back or anything," he said as nonchalantly as he could manage.

She smiled that smile again. "I saw you, at the pool,". Charlie's heart dropped. There goes any chance I had, he thought. But she didn't look upset, or mad. She was actually shy. She had started to hug herself, but thought better of it, twirling the bands on her wrists instead. "That book you were reading, it wasn't very good in my opinion," she said, looking up at him. She bit her lip, like she was trying to think carefully of what to say next. Charlie couldn't stop thinking about how cute she was, but he hung on to every word.

"There's this other one that's a lot like it though, way better. Not the same generic plot, and better, more realistic characters," she said. Charlie smiled, which seemed to encourage her. She smiled back at him, rocking back so that she could see him better. She seemed to be looking at his eyes, and Charlie knew why. They were a bright green, hazely color. He had always been hyperaware of them, because that was the first place people looked when they talked to him, and he always tried to make sure he wasn't screaming at them with his eyes. His mother had always said he did it without knowing. But the girl smiled.

"Really?" The girl nodded. Charlie wanted to ask a million questions, but he restrained himself, he didn't want to scare her. "I have it with me, I mean in my room. If you want to see it I could—"
"Yeah, that'd be great," Charlie said quickly, making her laugh. He inwardly kicked himself. She smiled a little wider. "...bring it down. If you'll still be here?" she questioned. Charlie nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I will, don't worry," he said, "I never run from a good book," he said, and she smiled and nodded. She walked backward, before turning around to catch the closing elavator. Charlie watched her retreating figure, hoping against everything she came back with a good book that he hadn't already read, but even more with that dazzling smile she seemed to keep on her face.