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(Chapter 9)

Charles woke up at 8am like he hoped and got up to make Carlos breakfast, he got some pain killers and made him 3 pancakes with nothing on them how he liked it and set it on the coffee table with a glass of milk with pain killers next to it. now 8:50am he woke him up early turning his alarm off. "Carlos wake up." he shook his Spanish friend awake. "whaaat!" he groaned. "food." Charles sat on the floor by the sofa.

"Thank you Charles" Carlos slowly got up taking the milk and pain killers, as he then started to eat the pancakes. "mm these are good." Carlos hums. Charles laughed. "its your recipe mate." Carlos looked at Charles with shock. "you remembered it?" Charles nods "how could i forget it?" they both laughed together. "have you eaten?" Charles nods. "had some while you were sleeping." Carlos nods. "do you think Max can come over? about the Lando thing?" Charles sighed. "mate i dont want anyone to know that im still here." Carlos looked at him confused. "i just wanna be left alone but go ahead invite him over. i need to clean up." Carlos nods at the Monegasque.

around 10 minutes later he could hear Carlos upset explaining to Max what he had found out and how he ended up with Charles, and not to tell anyone that he's here. Charles had finished washing up his clothes and cleaning his room, for once he felt proud of himself, he walked into the living room seeing Max comforting Carlos, he wished he had a shoulder to lean on like that without feeling like a burden. he sat on a chair by them. "Hey loser." he heard the Dutchman "hello." Charles covered his stomach while sat. "you both staying the night?" Charles asked with a hint of 'please do stay' Max looks over at Carlos who nodded. "yeah we would if its okay with you." Charles nods. "its fine."

Charles had sorted out the room he had been sleeping in for either Carlos or Max and fixed up the spare room, it was around 1pm now and Charles had gotten food for Max and Carlos as Charles was sitting in the kitchen eating his single slice, cutting it in to small pieces and chewing it slowly. he heard a snicker. "Why do you eat like that mate?" it was Max. "i dont know but can you go back to Carlos?" Max shook his head. "you've been alone all day." Charles rolls his eyes. "so?" Max just laughed. "where me n Carlos sleeping then?" Charles motioned him to follow leaving his half eaten slice of pizza. "one in this room and one in the other." Max looks at him. "and you?" Charles points to the sofa. Max nods. "Im going to head out." Charles told both of the older's and headed to the pharmacy. he got more Paracetamol, Bandages, Ointment and payed putting it in a bag and heading back.

8pm. Charles was sat on the sofa as the other two were in the rooms. he was watching something random on tv as he felt a weight sit by next to him. "why did you buy such random things from the Pharmacy?" it was Max. "just in case" he shrugged. "doesnt seem normal Charles."