Dear Charlie

Meet Charlie.

Charlie was a twenty-year-old man who had luscious brown hair, smoldering green eyes, and sun-kissed skin. His lips were plump, soft, and pink, he had an amazing build and he was practically an amazing looking adonis.

But the deal was, he WAS NOT a model. He wasn't this great artist people would cheer for, but if he was, even Zeus would be damned if he didn't rule the world with that deep, smooth, velvety voice of his.

What does he do?

He runs a famous blog called:

"Dear Charlie."

This is where he'd read his fans' mail, and give out advice. But no one knows what he looks like in real life. Outside job besides being an advice-giver, he's an author slash owner of a small cafe.

As he was browsing his mail as usual, his three favorites:

Lucas, Allen and Alexa.

Sent him messages. He chuckled and started reading.

After a few minutes of what little Lucas wrote, Charlie frowned.

"This Ethan did what?! A-And his mom!? Good god, this poor boy!" The brunette exclaimed in awe. Sure he gets mails about bullying and all that crap about how mean people are, but this was entirely different.

Getting beat up, and not even getting mad about it? Obviously, the blonde boy needs a lot of therapy. He can't like making people 'happy' by getting hurt. That's BEYOND wrong.

Typing up a brief yet firm reply, Charlie rubbed his temples and heaved a sigh.

"Poor guy, not knowing suicide's a.bad thing. And his mother is a total bitch!" The adonis slumped down against his chair, and started to read Allen's and Alexa's messages.

His eyes practically bugged out of his sockets and his mouth was gaping open.

"A-Allen! Y-You came out! Oh god that is so freaking awesome! Oh wait.. You did what now?!? Crazy dude doing stupid things is stupiiiid!" Charlie was jumping in his seat as he read Allen's message to him. He finally admitted that he was gay and his family, (well most of it), accepted him. He was happy for the boy but didn't like his suicide attempt.

"He seriously needs to get someone. And laid too." He laughed and typed in his response. He was glad that Allen had the courage to do it. But the attempt to jump displeased him, greatly.

Up next was our dear, (crazy, obssessed, uh.. bitchy?) Alexa. This girl just made Charlie laugh, cry and frown all at the same time.

"Muchacha?" He raised a brow up questioningly. Well, he did notice Allen and Alexa go to the same school, so he continued reading her mail.

"Whooooa. She likes gay Allen. This'll be a problem." But as he read it, he was laughing his ass off. Trust that woman to give him a good hell of a time.

He typed in the last reply, and sent it.

Let's just hope his advice helps the three problematic students.