Joe Mazzello and his characters imagines

Charles from Wooly Boys x reader

A/N : Joe in Wooly Boys>>>>>>
This is really cringe and doesn't make sense sorry

You opened your front door to reveal your bestfriend, Charlie. Well he didn't like that name so you'd just call him Charles. He was standing there, but it just felt like you had a ghost in front of you.

"Charles ?!" You said shocked.

"Hi Y/n..." he replied.

" "Hi" ?! You disappear for a whole week and you just come back saying "hi" ?! I hope you're joking !" You scream angrily.

"Y/n I'm sorry, it's a long story"

He looked miserable, and that immediately calmed you. You put your hand on his shoulder.

"Right, right, come in." You sighed.

He entered your house and you closed the door behind him. You both made your way to your room. Once you were there, you two sat on your bed.

"Now tell me everything." You spoke.

"I...my grandfather kidnapped me."

Your eyes widened but as you were about to talk, Charles cut you off.

"He took me where my mom grew up, tried to teach me how to live like a cowboy or some shit like that."

"That's why you weren't online ?!"

He nodded.

"Now that's a pretty good reason." You said.

He continued "some shit happened, the police got involved, and we tried escaping them but my grandfather..." he paused, his eyes sparkling with tears before saying "my grandfather died...so now I'm back here and I'm sorry if I worried you but-" he couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and he started crying.

You just took him in your arms, not daring to say anything, just letting him cry on your shoulder. After a few minutes, he pulled back and you let go of him.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I just didn't know where to go and you were the first person I could think of" he mumbled.

You wiped the tears on his cheeks. "Charles, it's alright, I'm glad you thought of me. But are you okay ?"

"Well I wasn't that close with my grandfather before he...kidnapped me, not that it doesn't affect me, I wish I had more time with him, but I also made some great memories with him and he probably wouldn't want me to be too sad" he chuckled on these last words.

You smiled sadly. "Charles I'm sorry you lost him..."

He smiled sadly too. "...Could I get another hug ?"

"Anything you want" you answered, taking him in your arms once again. His red hair was brushing against your cheek and your neck.

He sobbed a little. "Thank you for understanding Y/n"

"Of course, I'm sorry I got mad at you. I was just worried about you because you wouldn't return my calls." You explained.

"It's alright, I get it. God, I missed talking to you the whole week" he let out a muffled chuckle.

"Hell yeah you did, I'm the best."

Your answer earned you another chuckle from the boy.

He lifted his head and looked at you.

"I did some nice stuff there though !"

"You did ? After you got kidnapped and all ?"

"Mhm, I helped a sheep give birth." He beamed.

"Who are you and what did you do to my bestfriend ? The Charles I know would never do that, nor be happy about it." You giggled.

He just shrugged.

"I guess my grandfather did change me a little."

"I like the new you" you simply said.

"I like you" he answered.

Your eyes widened, and so did his.

"Uuuuuhhh..." he started.

"Wait wait wait. Really ?!"

"I..." he sighed. "Yeah, I like you as more than just a friend...sorry."

"Boy, what the fuck are you sorry for ?"

"What ?"

"What ?"

"Does that mean that you feel the same way ?"

Now it was your turn to sigh. "...yes, of course I do Charles."

There was a huge silence. Neither of you knew what to do. Did you just confess your feelings to your bestfriend after he told you his grandfather died ? What the hell is wrong with you ? Wait. No. He confessed first. You wanted to scream. What the fuck were you supposed to do ? Kiss him ? Dude that thought was so inappropriate ! He just cried in your arms !

"Y/n ?"

"Hm ? Oh sorry Charles !"

"What should we do ?"

"Um...in all honesty, I don't know." You chuckled.

He chuckled back. That was good. At least he didn't hate you now.

You stood up and went to take your iPod. You plugged your earbuds into the machine and went back to sit on your bed next to Charles. You gave him one of you earbuds and you both laid down, listening to some music, sometimes singing along. At some point, you realized that Charles was holding your hand, so you got closer to him, and you kept on listening to music, sometimes looking at each other sweetly.