gillianaunofficial:

Well… my laptop crashed and now it’s half midnight so lets do this!! *Honestly I don’t know what this is and it’s 1AM and I’m sorry this is late. *.* Oh and Jo’s archery skills are legit mine.

Jo was sat, on a broken, plastic bench, watching Charlie arch. Grudgingly she’d been dragged along to one of Charlie’s archery lessons. And of course the lessons were outside and of course it had to be pouring down with rain as well. Jo shivered in the cold.
“Come on, Jo! It’s your turn now!” Charlie called out. Jo stood up and walked up to the line, as she passed Charlie, she planted a kiss on Jo’s cheek. Jo smiled slightly and went to pick up the bow and arrow. She glanced at the target Charlie had been using, all three arrows were planted next to the bullseye. She picked up the bow and tried to slip one of the arrows onto the string.
“No, that’s not what you do!” Said the instructor who had been sitting watching the girls. He had praised Charlie every time, though Jo was not as lucky. Jo moved the arrow to the side a bit, as she was prompted by the instructor. She pulled back the bowstring and let the arrow fly. It stuck itself into some mud roughly ten feet away. It was nowhere near the target. Jo picked up another arrow and slid it onto the bow string as the instructor had said. This time the arrow flew through the air in completely the wrong direction. She picked up her final arrow and it finally hit the target, though it was only on the first ring, Charlie yelled out, “WOOO! Go Jo!” Jo blushed and looked down at the mud on her boots and the instructor rolled his eyes. She walked back to the broken bench and Charlie hugged her.
“Thanks for coming, I know you don’t want to be here.” Charlie whispered into Jo’s ear.
“No, it’s fine.” Jo squeezed Charlie’s hand then sat back down. Jo watched as Charlie hit the bullseye three more times, the instructor constantly beaming at her. After those three arrows they had to leave as there was another lesson twenty minutes later. They walked back to the car holding hands. Jo’s hands were numb from the cold. She slid into the passenger seat, turning on air conditioner and still holding Charlie’s hand.