Stay With Me | Charlie Gillespie

~ Chapter One ~

"Charlie! Focus, we need to have a game plan. This is the first time I have been to a party without him being there! There's still so much I need to do like find an outfit and that will take at least 45 minutes and the party starts at in an hour." Daisy exclaimed, lightly punching Charlie in the arm.

"Ouch Daisy, why are you so worried? I'm sure you'll look gorgeous." Charlie said, the two teens were sat on the couch bed in their shared treehouse, Daisy turned towards him legs crossed with a worried expression plastered on her face. "C'mon dovey it's fine, Michael probably won't be there anyway." Charlie had called Daisy "dovey" since they were 13, due to an unfortunate treehouse incident where both the tree and daisy's arm were harmed... but Charlie made sure that he was the first name on her cast. He only really ever used it in serious situations, apologies and when trying to comfort her. Maybe also in his Daisy-centric diary entries he started in sixth grade.

"fine ill just wear something kind of casual, like those brown corduroy pants, that white long sleeve shirt and some gold jewellery." Daisy said, looking up at Charlie for some kind of approval and thankfully he gave her a nod and went back to fiddling with a random pen he found on the floor. "just want to look nice. It's the first party I have been to in forever and its also one of your gigs so I want to make a good impression with your friends."

"Daisy, what friends?" He replied, kind of laughing at her assumption that he had other friends. As kids their only friends were each other, Jeremy, Owen and Carolynn. They never really got along with the kids at school, especially in high school when everyone got boyfriends and girlfriends or loosing their virginity and they were spending all their time with the band and Daisy was spending all her time with Michael. Her friends hated Michael, he was arrogant and terribly manipulative. When she finally broke it off, they were ecstatic, until she started crying, and didn't stop for weeks. Luckily The boys were outside so when she rushed out crying there was someone waiting to comfort her.

"I mean all the groupies that will undoubtedly be there trying to get into your pants. Those friends." she said harshly. Daisy hated that Charlie was such a ladies man, he constantly had flings and would tell the group about them after. She hated that he was oblivious to her pining and her jealousy. She wanted him to want her, but of course he only wanted Jessica or Melanie or literally anyone but her.

"We don't have groupies, now hurry up and finish we need to leave it starts soon." he said holding her shoulders and walking her to the treehouse door.

"Fine, fine, I can get out without your help Charlie. Also your driving, if you have to rush me I at least get to finish my makeup in the car " She said, climbing down the ladder from the treehouse after Charlie, whom ever since they were little wouldn't let her go down first. He insisted on being at the bottom in case she ever fell. As soon as she was near enough to the ground she felt his hands grip onto her waist gently and assist her down carefully.

"Sure, just as long as you don't leave your makeup in the car, I tends to put girls off when they see other girls things in the passenger seat. It really messes up the Feng Shui." Charlie says. Sometimes she honestly thought he was a huge asshole.

"Feng shui? Fine Charlie lets just go please."

On the way to the party, they picked up Jer, Owen and Carolynn, Charlie made them listen to his shitty music for the whole drive before they finally made it to the house. They all walked in, Charlie, Jeremy, Owen, Carolynn and then Daisy, the boy's instruments already set up inside and around twenty five to thirty odd people around, obviously the party hasn't really started. This house was Maya's her parents were never home and even if they were, they wouldn't have cared. The rich, stuck up bitch that she  was, was apparently inherited. When she normally throws parties, the place gets packed with people, around eighty to one hundred people or more, it was a great place for the boys to play though, heaps of publicity.