Summer: Fake Dating the Bad Boy

7: Crocheting Disasters

Charlotte P.O.V

Today is my most favorite day of the week! It is a Saturday.

Why is it my favorite you may ask?

I don't have to go to school, the store, or anywhere outside of my house.
I don't have to deal with people today and that makes me happy.

Listen, people can expect too much sometimes or get mad at you for just sitting somewhere and it really is not worth the pain so I don't bother trying if I can.

Plus since my parents are sending over more money now, I don't have to go to the store as often as I normally would.

I'm good until next Saturday. When I will have to deal with people and-

Stay in the moment.

Those are future Charlotte's issues.

For right now I am busy looking to see if I can find a frozen pizza I bought the other day.

I know I have it and I know no one ate it because you know-

I live alone.

And I'm not sure my parents would eat this stuff, would they?

I have no idea.

Even when my parents were home they were often on the phone or were out the door one at a time and I never really got to see them.

But I know there are people who never got the chance to meet their parents or fight with them and mine just let me be.

I'm grateful for that.

I dig deeper into the freezer when

I finally find it and smile happily.

I found my cheese pizza!

It was hidden underneath my 4 different tubs of ice cream. Listen, you never know when you need a good cry and a tub of ice cream.

I smile and place my pizza down on the table as I go and set the oven to warm up.

I am about to watch Glee for the 108th time when my doorbell rings.
Better not be those sales people or those people who claim to have good benefits for the house.

I drag my feet to the door and slowly grab the handle.

I open the door to find Vincent, in a gray shirt and black sweatpants and a basket of yarn in his hands.

I am not sure I want to know what he has planned for today.

"Sorry the homeowner is not home." I say and go to close the door when he gets a foot in before it closes and I am unable to close it all the way.

"This is rude but I really need your help. Don't forget you almost ran me over!"

I groan and open the door and let him in and he looks at me before walking in and basically making himself at home.

Sure-go right ahead.

We both go to my living room and he sits on the single seat closest to the door and I sit on the couch.

"Nice Place." He says and looks around. "Your parents are gonna freak out when they find a hot
guy in your house? We should move to your room for more privacy?"

"Didn't you break in?" I ask and cross my arms completely avoiding the question.

"I would never. Plus I came in through the front door which you opened."

"I never did such a thing."

"Deny it all you want but you're happy to have a hot guy like me in your house."