Two Introverts ✔

3 | Sleep

Throwing his bag on the floor, Charles fell on his bed, not even bothering to remove his socks. It had been a long day and what he'd feared for so long had happened. He wasn't the best at first impressions, not at all, but he wanted to talk to Samuel under better circumstances. He wanted to do it out of his own will. He liked gushing about him, staring at him, wondering if he'd eaten, imagining what it would be like to squish his cheeks and whatnot, but he wanted to take his time. They still had the rest of the semester left, and they both even shared a class, so Charles had planned on talking to the boy when he was ready. And now, because of Madeline, everything was ruined. He felt terrible for thinking that way - she had only good intentions and was probably tired of him not doing anything - but he couldn't help it.

So, now what? Just pretend as if nothing happened? Just go back to how it was - him with Maddie and Simon, and Sam with June? He hated the thought of that. He wanted to know Samuel, know his favorite color, what he liked to do on rainy days, whether he read books, whether he has a sibling, whether he liked mangoes (which Charles hates, by the way) and what college he'd be going to. He wanted them to know each other and hell - even if Samuel doesn't like him the way he does, he would still want to be best friends with him. He was always stuck to June's side, even though they both were part of a gang of almost 10 people, which he thought was cute, but at the same time, it was something bad. He looked so quiet and was inside his head all the time, it sometimes worried Charles. Sam would laugh and talk a lot when he's with his friends; Charles had even seen him stand out of the class once as a punishment for talking too much, but he could see it wasn't always genuine. He seemed more at ease with June; the way Sam would smile up at him sometimes made his heart melt into a puddle. The height difference between him and June was the most adorable sight ever.

Somewhere along the time he noticed small details about Sam was when he concluded that he had a serious crush on the guy. He wanted to know what was going on in that little head of his. He wanted to know what Sam thinks of. Does he think of Charles? Maybe I'm getting too ahead of myself, he thought. With all that happened and his mind thinking like crazy, he felt really tired. He wanted to take a small nap to give his body and brain a break. 

He quickly took out his phone and sent a quick text to his mini group of friends.

[ Perfectly imperfect ] 

Charle_s

I'm gonna sleep. DND. zZ

Shutting his phone and eyes, he quickly drifted off to sleep.

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Charles was awoken by the sound of vessels falling on the floor with a loud thud. He groaned as he sat up and stretched, not wanting to get out of his room at all. He took his phone to see the time - it was 6:38pm. He'd slept for precisely two hours. He was surprised his mom didn't drag him out of his bed at 6 since she hated it when people slept during evenings. He found it weird, but he'd rather not question it.

After washing his face and mouth, he came out of his bathroom, wiping his face and hands with a towel. He didn't know what to do so he lazily scrolled through his phone and saw that he had some messages. He decided to open Perfectly Imperfect, his mini group chat that consisted of him, Simon and Madeline. They both had replied.

_MaD_

i WiLl DiStUrB yOu 

also are you ok

you basically stormed out of the class

I mean school

same thing

you didn't even walk back home with us smh 

not like I care tho just asking

Simonster

wow

of course you don't care

gnight charlie sleep well 

Charles bit back a smile and replied to them saying everything was fine and that he was just tired. Which was true. He was about to tell them how he may or may not be mad at Madeline but decided not to because no matter how feeling-less Madeline looked and acted, he knew she was pretty sensitive.  She didn't act like this all the time by getting him stuck in awkward situations and he knew she had good intentions. So, Charles could forgive her this time; it wasn't so hard. Besides, it was more of his fault. He'd ruined the chance he had, no matter how unexpected. Setting his phone on his bed, he thought of what to do. He wanted to stop thinking about Sam for a while. Since he couldn't think of anything to do at the moment, he decided to go out of his room. And just as he did, he saw his mom being finally done with arranging the vessels she'd thrown.

"Oh, why don't you go sleep more, it's gonna be only 7pm," she sarcastically said.

"Um, I was tired?" Charles said, his voice still sounding sleepy. He heard his mom scoff at that, but she didn't say anything.

Charles sat on the couch and saw an article lying beside him. He decided to read it. Just as he opened the first page, he saw a bunch of ladies holding a shampoo and advertising it as the best. "FOR SILKY SMOOTH HAIR, USE XXX SHAMPOO!" "GET FAIR, GLOWING SKIN AND BE BEAUTIFUL! USE XXX CREAM!" he saw on the next page. He was honestly tired of these ads. Some ads he found hilarious. Some were just plain stupid. And then there were, of course, the racist ones. He didn't understand why someone had to be "fair and glowing" to be beautiful. First of all, it was a really insensitive thing to say. And second, it isn't the face that people look for in a person. It is their heart and personality. No matter how "ugly" of a being someone is, they'd be the most beautiful person in the eyes of someone who loves their heart, who loves them. Not their face (or hair).

Getting bored easily, Charles decided to go back to his room to study and do his homework and not waste the time he had at the moment. The nap he'd gotten was enough to keep him awake till early in the morning. And it did. Charles went to bed at almost 1am, but he did so with the satisfaction of having finished all of his work.

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