Good Boy

Chapter 33

Charlie's POV

"What topping do you want?" Louis asks me from across the booth.

Me and him decided to just stop by a nearby pizza place to hang out I guess.

"Just pepperoni," I tell him.

"Pepperoni please," Louis says to our waiter "and I want a strawberry milkshake. Do you want one, Charlie?"

I shake my head and Louis shrugs and shoos the waiter away. If he is this rude to waiters, I wonder how many has spit in his food.

"You don't like strawberry milkshakes?" Louis asks me.

"Not really.." I mumble.

"When's the last time you had one?"

"Years ago. When I was like nine."

"How old are you now?"

"Eighteen."

"Birthday?"

"Why am I being quizzed?" I laugh.

"Just answer the damn question."

"Okay okay, my birthday is December 14th."

"I'm one year and ten days older than you.. well ten days younger.. I think" Louis teases and I roll my eyes.

"You're old," I childishly say.

"Old but gold."

"Well I'm young and reckless."

"I'm not even old, I'm nineteen!"

"Old."

"You're a bitch," Louis laughs.

Usually, I would be offended. But instead, I giggle.

The waiter returns with our pizza and hands Louis his milkshake. I almost burst into laughter at the milkshake and Louis' reaction to it.

"What the hell is this?" Louis points to his cup.

"Your milkshake, sir." The waiter smiles innocently.

"Milkshake my ass," Louis mumbles as he pushes his unblended milkshake to the corner of the table.

"You give attitude, you get milkshake with attitude." The waiter says and Louis almosts flips shit.

"You give attitude, you get my fucking fist 'milkshaked' down your throa.."

"Louis, just stir it until it blends," I interuppt, trying to get Louis to not cause a scene.

"I didn't pay to stir it myself!" Louis raises his voice at me.

"Okay then I'll stir it," I grab the milkshake and begin to stir it until Louis snatches it from me before turning back to the waiter.

"Are you going to watch my innocent.." Louis looks back at me then at the waiter "..friend, stir my shitty milkshake? You're a fucking disgrace! You know what, I'll go make myself a new fucking milkshake."

"Sir! Sir!" The waiter calls out to Louis who has now ran off, hopped over the counter, and dashed to the blender.

"Louis!" I yell and follow them to the blender.

Louis starts the blender anyways. But there is one important thing he forgot.

The top.

Strawberry milkshake flies everywhere. Walls, floor, ceiling, Louis, me, workers, and a few customers.

He makes messes without even trying.

"Oops.." Louis looks around innocently but I notice him trying to hold back his laughter.

He should know that he is in big trouble for this.

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I was right.

Louis got in big trouble for that.

"It was just a small milkshake mess! The police getting involved was uneccassary!" Louis pouts on the couch of the boys' house.

I can't help but find him super cute right now. His black sweater lifted up a bit above his waist because of how he is laying slightly off the couch. His black shorts matching his sweater. His dirty white socks halfway off his feet. His hair falling lazily on his forehead and his bottom lip slightly poking out because of his pout. And to top it all off, he is still covered in strawberry milkshake.

"Louis, you basically wrecked the place!" Liam reminds him.

It's funny how Louis is getting yelled at, like he's a child. Which he kind of is.

"It was a fucking milkshake! One that should have already been blended. He was going to stand there and watch Charlie stir it!" Louis defends.

My heart warms at the fact that Louis' last straw is when the waiter was going to make me stir it.

"Louis, all you had to do was stir the damn thing! Must you always be such a fuck up," Harry walks into the room and joins Liam's lecture.

I feel kind of bad for Louis. All he did in the first place was shoo the waiter away. It was rude but the waiter didn't have to be so childish. The guy obviously didn't know he was dealing with the king of childish things.

"I was just trying to give Charlie a good fucking time like you fucking told me too!" Louis yells at Harry.

"Harry told you to do what?" I ask Louis.

"To be your friend and shit," Louis sighs.

I feel the color draining from my cheeks and water appears at my eyelids. Louis didn't want to be my friend. What he said wasn't true. He doesn't give a shit about me. He was demanded to do so.

"So it wasn't real? What you said?" My lip quivers.

"Well it was but.."

"Oh don't even fucking start, Louis," I spit at him.

I see something flicker on the floor and I jump when I realize it's that spider again.

"Do you see something?" Harry asks me and scans the floor.

I look up at Louis who looks like he wants to say something but doesn't. I don't want to bother them and be forced to staying longer. I want to get out as soon as possible.

"No, it wasn't what I thought it was.." I answer Harry, not taking my eyes off Louis. I turn and walk to the door to leave. No one stops me, not even Louis and I am both relieved and upset about that.

Now I realize, I don't know Louis. I never will. No matter how much I try, we are not meant to be friends or anything. He was suppose to be the rude douchebag from the airport, not the rude douchebag that has become a part of my life.

Aw :( Poor Louis and Charlie :( where do they land now? we'll find out soon (maybe) ;). Just kidding, we'll see. Love you guys x
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