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One never truly feels like they’re getting old until a picture like this pops up and makes you realize—it’s been over fifteen years.
That’s a long time.
Curious what other pictures Charleigh has on her public profile, I back out to the grid view and slowly scroll through the images, my sandwich long forgotten. For as not-girly as Charleigh can be, she is a social media genius. Where my Instagram is a hodge-podge of colors and styles, hers is done in a clear pattern:
Black and white. Bright colors. Black and white. Quote on a white background.
Black and white. Bright colors. Black and white. Quote on a white background.
Very few pictures are selfies or solo shots of Charleigh; most are her with friends, or the family lab, Black. As I scroll, I come across a couple images from Coachella a few months ago—and it’s there that I stop; tap a picture so it opens in full-screen.
And stare at the black and white picture of a pretty blonde with sad eyes.
Oh, her face is morphed in laughter and she has an oversized floppy hat atop her head, her hair otherwise down in big curls.
But her eyes betray her laughter.
I’m also ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure this girl is Tatum O’Malley.
I look at the caption.
Having a blast with this cutie, popping her #Coachella cherry. LYH @tatum0502
Tatum.
Yes.
I click the girl’s handle but groan when I’m taken to an ‘unavailable’ page.
I click back to Charleigh’s page and try to find other pictures of Tatum; try to see if I can figure out her current handle.
But the only one Charleigh uses on her account, is the no longer live tatum0502.
I try to search for a verified Tatum O’Malley user, but come up empty. The girl has plenty of tags and poser profiles, though.
Maybe on Charleigh’s personal profile, the one only family and friends have access to…
I type her private name in even though I’m convinced I’ll get nowhere. Charleigh social medias in spurts, and because she’s been fairly active on her public profile, I’m doubtful I’ll find anything on her personal account.
This account is Charleigh’s hodge-podge. This one, looks more like mine.
The very first post is a quote in black, over a black and white image. It’s a quote about pain and using it to become better, and it’s written by the Instagram sensation, Atticus. I frown as I read it, because the words are more depressing than I know Charleigh to be. I go into feed view and scroll past the image to see what she wrote. Literally nothing, other than the repost tag.
Not sure what to make of the post, I keep scrolling.
The next image is clearly up at the White’s house in Tahoe and is a picture of two girls sitting at the end of the dock, their backs to the camera while the girl on the left has her arm wrapped around the shoulders of the other girl. I can make out the hugger to be Charleigh but am curious as to whom Charleigh hung out with on her mini vacation.
Unfortunately, this image doesn’t have any sort of caption.
Dammit, Charleigh…
Well, I can do one of two things.
Continue to try and stalk Tatum down, on the downlow, or I can man up and ask Charleigh if she knows where Tatum is, and how I can talk to her.
Yeah, I want Tatum to be my opposite in the movie, and Sydney stated that she had been their next choice, so surely, if I can get ahold of her…that’d be a good thing, right?
My stomach growls, reminding me of my sandwich. I start to pull up Charleigh’s contact card as I retrieve my lunch, bringing the phone to my ear as it rings. I’m taking a bite just as Charleigh answers.
