hey why not do some Charlie 3 based off a post I found on Tumblr
Jordon
shit shit shit shit I kept yelling in my head, holding on the the top of my trunk, slamming it down. I stumbled over to my open door, wipping the rain drops from my eyes as they pelted on my head. I got in my car, slamming the door then turning on the engine. I sat there for a while, listening to the rain. I kept shaking, holding the steering wheel with white knuckles, my eye twitching at each loud clap of thunder. I let go of the wheel and fumbled in my coat pocket, looking for my cigarettes. I quickly lit one, having to try several times to light it, as I was shaking to much.
I looked over at the passenger seat, my phone sat in it. I put the cigarette in my mouth and reached for the phone, going threw my notifications that lit up my screen. I searched threw my notifications but stopped at Georges name, realizing I could go to him for anything. I nodded to myself, throwing my phone down and drove off.
George
I couldn't sleep, I tossed and turned, I could feel myself slowly drift off but everytime I did a noise or loud sound of thunder woke me up.
I finally sat up, letting my hands run threw my hair then down my face. I swung my legs off the bed and got up and went to the bathroom, I gazed at my face in the mirror. I sighed and turned the faucet on in front of me, washing my face.
I could hear, over the sound of rain and thunder, a small nock come from my door, I turned my head to listen, shutting off the faucet as well. Again a nock rang out, I gave an odd look as I walked out to my living room, turning on the lights and walking to the door. Unfortunately the lamp light of my front porch was out so all I could see was black outside the windows as I looked threw.
I opened the door a bit, looking out to the black figure, it's body was short and stocky.
"George, we need to talk." He spoke, I recognized the voice and sighed, letting him in.
"Jordon, what the fuck?" I asked, he sat down on the floor, not wanting to get my furniture wet.
"I need your help..." He quickly said, I held my head in my hands groaning.
"Jordon do you know what fucking tim-" I started
"Yes I do, George, but I need your help okay!" He yelled slightly, standing and held in onto my shoulders. He took a deep breath and rested his head on my chest, his arms locked straight, resting on my shoulders.
"I.. I need you to help me hide soemthing." He muttered, lending his fists into my shirt.
"Hiding what Jordon?" I started to get suspicious, at Jordon's weird nature.
"Come out to the car with me..." He stated, looking up at me efore grabbing my arm, dragging me to the door.
"Jordon it's fucking raining cats and dogs out there." I said, resisting going outside.
"Just, please, I need help, George."
"Fuck, okay, fine" I muttered, grabbing my coat before going back out to the rain. Jordon pulled me to the back of the car, holding on to the trunk handle before he opened it.
