𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎? {𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗}

'ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʙᴀɴᴅ,

"Charlie, no." I closed my door, only for it to be blocked by his hand.

"Come on, don't be a sourpuss," He smirked. "It's two in the night, perfect time for a chat."

Perfect time, my ass.

The thought caught me off guard, I wasn't usually the one to swear - even in the comfort of my mind. Charlie took that moment to push himself inside my room.

"God, you're so infuriating."

"You're not so bad yourself," he booped my nose. I flinched away without thinking.

The incident at the cave was still clouding my mind. I was about to follow Cameron back to his dorm and thank him, but Charlie had other plans.

"Meeks and Pitts are studying, your brother and his hamster are probably reliving the night instead of talking about their feelings," He started. "And Knox, well, he's probably too busy thinking about Chris with his hand on his--"

"Stop!" I yelled, putting my hand over his mouth. The boy never knew when to shut up.

He wiggled his eyebrows down at me and kept mumbling into my hand. I pressed harder, making him respond with an irritated groan. I smirked back.

That was probably a wrong move, because the next thing I knew, something wet and warm was on my palm.

"Gross, Charlie!" I tried to keep my voice low. "Why are you even here? Just to annoy me?"

Or to hurt me again?

I rushed to the sink to wash my hands, and he followed.

"I forgot you had your own bathroom and everything." He said, observing every tile. "Must be nice."

"It is when immature pricks aren't forcing themselves into my room."

He made a tch sound. His eyes met mine through the mirror. I quickly looked back down, adding more soap to my already clean hands.

"Force?" He said in a low voice, his tone suddenly serious. "I'm sorry. I'll show myself out, good night."

My heart dropped, and my hands stopped their movement. Would he really just leave like that? I hated the way he made me rethink my words, my every action, and even my most rational decisions.

"No. Stay." I looked back up and met his eyes through the mirror. A silent agreement passed through us.

I dried my hands and walked back out, Charlie trailing being me like a puppy. I sat on the bed, and he sat on the floor.

"There's enough space to sit here, you know?" I patted the bed. "And there's a chair right there."

He looked at the chair sitting idly in a dark corner of my room, with my satchel and books laid out on it.

"I'm okay, thanks."

It was awkward. We both knew it. I wasn't sure why he was here, and it was unnerving that he looked nervous too.

"I have some chips hidden for a rainy day, you wanna share?" I didn't wait for an answer, already skipping to my drawers and removing the books to find my secret stash.

"Who would've thought a nice girl like you carried contraband?" He laughed and crawled himself near me.

"A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do," I threw two packets of chips on his lap and sat beside him.

"Sit up."

"So you can hog my snacks? No way."

"Fair point," He grinned and opened the packet, holding it out for me.