When Charlie was fifteen, she used to cut school with her friends and they'd go to the lake, swim in their underwear, drink stolen beers. She'd left school at sixteen, started working all the time at the diner but she'd remembered, when the weather was sticky and close...the days that she hadn't gone to school
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As she came upon the waterfall, she was so busy not thinking, she didn't even notice the girl standing under the stream. Jo just sat down, rolled up her jeans and dangled her feet in the cool water, watching the surface ripple.
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Eventually, though, she ducked under the water, coming up a few feet into the pool, her red hair slicked back from her face.
"Heya..."
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"Hi," she said brightly, raising her hand in a sheepish half-wave. "Sorry, am I disturbing you?"
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She squeezed the water out of her hair.
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Jo wasn't used to being called 'honey' - only in passing, as a joke at the Roadhouse by hunters whose ass she'd promptly hand to them over a shooting game or pool. She shrugged it off. This was a different life now.
"I'm Jo," she said with a smile. "I don't think we've met yet."
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Charle swam over to the edge of the pool and offered her hand.
"Heya, Jo...I'm Charlie. I live right over there, in the house on stilts."
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"Nice place," she said, glancing over to the house. "They've just built me a little house too. God, it's great to get out of the compound. The island's so beautiful, who wants to sleep underground?"
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Charlie's nose wrinkled.
"I know, right? All my friends live out here, pretty much. Except Alex, but we go runnin' together, anyhow."
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"I love the cranes," she said, gesturing towards them with her chin. "You said Hiro, right? I met him a while back. He seems sweet."
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Her nose wrinkled.
"He is, sugar. He's the sweetest man I ever met."
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