Charlie

“Focus Re-Anne, focus,” I said to myself. I was currently filling out my application for the second time to Brown University. I graduated from high school back in May, and it was already the Christmas holiday season. I got discouraged after I received my first rejection letter to Brown when I was a Junior in high school.

Going to Brown University was the only school I had ever wanted to attend. Looking for another school never even crossed my mind. They had a great Egyptology Department. The study of history and where we could have come from was fascinating to me.

I wondered what my neighbor, Charlie, was currently doing right now. Charlie lived next to me since as long as I could remember. He was my big brother, just not biologically. Him and I went to high school together. He was a junior when I was a freshman, and I was what you would call the ‘nerd type’. I always had my closest friends, but Charlie was always there to protect me from the stupid high school jocks and those idiotic girls who thought that Charlie was my boyfriend. They would always give me such murderous looks.

For Charlie, I knew that he did feel something more for me, I just never knew how much more. My feelings for Charlie were more of a brotherly type of love however. I never saw him in a sexual way, but he was and always had been very gorgeous. Charlie had a jawline that could cut you if you touched it and beautiful green hazel eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts. He had light brown hair almost chestnut in color. The last time I saw him, he was almost 6′3" and roughly 175lbs. Oh, and yes, he had dimples, how could anyone be so genetically lucky? Charlie was!

He was what every high school girl and woman dreamed of. And of course, he knew that. He knew that he could have any girl he wanted, but I only saw him as my big brother.

My best friend, Mattie, was one of those girls. She was obsessed with him, to the point that it was annoying. She had childhood crush on him since the day she moved to our small town. I respected her wishes and for me that meant you don’t break girl code.

Hmmm... oh pretty colors on this add that just popped out on my screen. “Wait, Re-Anne, do your application. Stop slacking and letting things distract you.”

I decided that after high school, I was going to take a year off from school. My parents highly discouraged this. I still upset and down that I wasn’t accepted into Brown University two years ago. At the moment, I was trying to finish my application.

When Charlie was away in parts unknown, we would occasionally write letters here and there, but it was just to catch up with him. We never wrote on a daily basis- hell, not even on a monthly basis. So much so that I didn’t even know he was on leave. I wished that we had time to catch up like old times when we were in high school.

A month later...

Dear Ms. Lewis,

Congratulations! I am delighted to inform you that you have been admitted to Brown University’s Class of 2022. You will be one of 1,668 first year students who individually and collectively display a remarkable diversity of strengths and interest. Finally, please confirm your admission by replying online. In the coming months, you will receive additional mailings from us and other university offices and will address your matriculation plans. On behalf of the faculty and our President, please accept my congratulations on your admission.

Welcome to Brown University.

Edited By: @Vampire_Writes