( He honestly isn't hiding anything. O_O
Well, he hasn't told her anything about himself, but I don't think that would be considered hiding something from someone. ) 

Bade just stared at her.

Eventually, he came to a stop, still staring at Charlotte. "Okay, why are you angry? I told you what he was hinting at. Unless you want to know my entire life's story, I have nothing to say." he said, frowning slightly.

((Charlotte's just in a mood ;) ~ ))

Charlotte calmed down. She muttered, "It's nothing." Probably just hormones... She added to herself. Charlotte's anger faded as quick as it had formed.

( Rofl. )

Bade sighed. "Okay," He glanced around. So we're not near the other people anymore. Okay. "I'm going to smoke. Is that okay?" He pulled out a cigarette, not waiting for her answer. I've been smoking a lot lately. Weird. I usually don't even have a cigarette every day -- I'm not addicted. He took a quiet drag on his cigarette.

Bade stared down at Charlotte for a while, then sat down. "You know...there's not many places to go here. I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to take you out on a date when we're not allowed off the camp, and I don't have a car anymore." he said, taking a deep drag. That frustrated him: not being able to leave. He felt cooped up and claustrophobic on the camp, and he would often find himself gasping at night, mostly because he was so used to being out and about every night. Wind whipping through his hair, his friends' laughter bubbling up into the air; the only time he didn't get a stare.

"I miss that." he said quietly, not realizing he was on his back now, staring up at the sky,

"You know what pains me about my name?" Bade asked. He didn't wait for an answer. "It's Bade. It's a real name 'n' all, but the thing about it..." He sighed. "My mother died giving birth to me. She told my father that she bade me farewell, and that she loved the both of us. And she named me Bade because she bade me a farewell." A breeze ran through his hair, and he closed his eyes.

"My father told me that story, and I just clung to it. He told me it when I was about five, and he thought I wouldn't understand. I understood perfectly, though, and I never forgot the story." Bade's eyes shined. "I love my name, but I hate it, too. The female I was forced to live with for sixteen years of my life always said my name like it was a bad thing, and the fact that it's the only thing I have from my real mother..." He opened his eyes again. "I hate the world."

Charlotte frowned, "I don't hate the world.. I just hate some of the things in it." she paused to think, "There is so much to see. Before my 'problem happened', I dreamed about one thing in particular." she closed her eyes, "I always wanted to make a difference. I wanted to help someone in need, cure cancer, travel around she world.."

Charlotte sighed sadly, "But I can't do that anymore, and I hate it. I hate Stephen, I hate this damned place, I hate my parents, my Gramma.. " Her harsh tone lightened. "But I only know one thing: If I hadn't made a stupid mistake like that, I wouldn't have met you. It makes me love the things I hate.. " she trailed off.

Charlotte frowned, "Well, depends what mood I'm in, or what I'm thinking about.. " Charlotte breathed, "When I have the baby, van you do me a little .. favour?"

"Like what?" came Bade's immediate response. There was butterflies in his stomach, and his heart fluttered weakly. He had no idea why he felt like he did, but he enjoyed and hated the feeling all at once.

Charlotte smiled and blushed. "That's more than I would have ever hoped for." she murmured. After sitting in silnce for a couple of minutes, she asked unexpectidely,

"Why haven't you had another mood swing? I mean when I first met you, you seemed so..unstable. Now.. you are in control..I think .. " she rambled on.

"I don't know." Bade said softly, looking down. "But now that we've said something about it, I'm bound to have one." He sighed. "And then...I don't think I'll have myself under control. Life's too stressful, and my head's screwed up. Just one thing could set me off." He bit his lip.

"I'm surprised I didn't go insane when Russell annoyed me. Usually I punch him across the face each time I get irritated." He snickered. "If you ever see a bruise on him, it's 'cause of me."