Chapter #3 Charlie's House

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     Charlie and i hopped in the back seats together. It was a little bit of a awkward car ride. Charlie's mom kept asking me all kinds of questions. When we got to Charlie's house Charlie rushed out of the car and ran to my door to open it for me. It was sweet but I beat him to it.

     We started walking towards the door. The house was huge it looked like it was 4 stories high! It was white and clean. The house had so many flowers around it. When we walked into the house, it looked bigger on the inside than the outside. I couldn't believe how much money Charlie's family had.My family lives it a small apartment with 3 kids I used to have to same a room with my sister. 

     Charlie lead me into his living room. "So what movie do you wanna watch?" He asked me. "Anything is good for me." I replied.Charlie's mom walked into the room. "Just thought I should bring you guys a blanket and some popcorn, I will be out of your hair."
    

     "Sorry about my mom." "It's fine your mom is really nice." Charlie picked a movie for us. Charlie grabbed the blanket his mom brought for us. "It's not that big of a blanket you'll have to come closer." I scooted over closer to him. "Come on, closer than that I don't bite." I got close enough to Charlie that we were almost touching.

 It would be nice if we cuddled but I didn't wanna make him uncomfortable. He might not even want me here right now. He probably doesn't like me like that. This time Charlie scooted closer to me so we were touching! Charlie put his arm around me and pulled me in. It felt really nice in his arms.

     He started to pull away a little. "Sorry! I forgot to ask, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable!" "It's fine, it's actually really nice." I mumbled. He pulled me in tight. My head was on his chest. I could hear his heart beating. It was comforting. I closed my eyes.

     I opened my eyes, where was I again? I lifted my head up and looked around. And then my face was really close to Charlie's. I remembered last night. Charlie was sleeping so soundly I didn't wanna wake him. I could see the sun shining from the window in their living room. 

     Dang it! My parents are going to be so mad that I didn't go home last night. I had to leave and go home but Charlie was still asleep and he had his arms around me like a human stuffed animal. I felt really bad but I had to go. I tried to get out of his arms without waking him. I don't know how but he didn't wake up. 

     I grabbed my things. I was going to walk home. I didn't wanna leave Charlie without saying goodbye so I wrote him a little note. I left in a rush and started running home.

    When I got home and opened the door both my parents were standing there. They didn't look happy. "You have got some explaining to do young lady!" My mom yelled. "Mom, dad, I'm really sorry-" 

     "what the heck were you even thinking?! Sleeping over at a BOY'S house?!" My dad Interrupted me. I was looking down at my shoes. "It was an accident." I mumbled. "AN ACCIDENT?! How do you sleepover at a boy's house by accident?!"

     "Well I-" "i don't wanna hear your sorry excuses! Give me your phone and go up to your room, you're grounded!" "Yes dad." I gave him my phone and went up to my room. 

     I didn't get grounded a lot, the grounding is not what bothered me it was that my parents were upset at me. I felt bad for making them worried. I felt bad for infuriating them. I didn't mind not having my phone because I don't really use it. I mostly spend time reading or playing with my little brother.

     I grabbed the book I was reading and flopped onto my bed. A few minutes later my little brother came into my room. "Hey George what's up." "Why were mom and dad yelling?" "your older sister messed up." "what did you do?" I stayed overnight at a guy's house last night." "Your boyfriend?" My brother teased. "No he's not my boyfriend."

     I heard the doorbell ring. "EVELYN!!!, who's these people at our door." I quickly pulled the covers off and ran down stairs. I could hear my brother footsteps behind me. 

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