Our perfect rainstorms

The 16th of March 2016

I had been talking with Charlie on Skype a lot for the past few days. He still hadn't showed me his face, though, but that was okay. He was smiling and sounded happy a lot more than usual in our last Skype call, I noticed.

I spent the day alone in the city, taking photos after school and texting Charlie. Nothing much really, just stuff that had happened to us during the day. Charlie had actually had a pretty good night's sleep, but completely neglected his schoolwork. He said it was worth it, and honestly, I have to agree.

Once I got home, I transferred the photos from my camera to my phone. I texted Charlie.

Me: Do you wanna see the photos I took?

Charlie: hell yeah

Me: Alright just wait a moment ^-^

I sent Charlie the photos and he took quite a while to answer.

Charlie: these are fucking amazing

Me: Thank you babe <3

Charlie: i actually gotta go now sorry 
Charlie: my moms taking me to see a therapist
Charlie: ill ttyl babe <3

Me: That's ok :3 Hope the therapist visit goes well <3

I was sat at my computer, watching YouTube, when I heard the Skype call sound coming from my laptop's speakers. It was Charlie. I clicked the little camera icon to respond with video, and then, for the first time, I saw Charlie's face. Holy fuck was it a nice face. He had really bright green eyes and a lovely red-dyed fringe covering a lot of his face. A bit like that one character in that one fantasy novel about angels and demons or something. His cheekbones were really high and his jawline very strong, and his nose looked like it had been punched and broken so it twisted to the left slightly.

But he was crying. His eyes and cheeks were equally as watery and his hair was incredibly messy. Before I could even say anything, ask him what's wrong, he said through his tears: "Thank you".

"What?" I asked, slightly shocked and very concerned.

"Thank you for being here for me", Charlie said. "Thank you for making me feel better and thank you for being my friend".

"Charlie what's wrong?" I asked.

"At the therapist we were talking about whether I had any friends or not, and my mum said no, and I was gonna correct her but she started talking about how I've never really got along well with anyone, and then on the car ride home and at home we were talking about how I really need to get some friends and I still didn't say anything even though I was thinking about you all the time, and I just-", Charlie managed to say before having to blow his nose. "I'm just so thankful for you".

"Aw, babe, you don't have to thank me for that", I said. "I'm very glad to be your friend and help you and make you feel better".

"I love you so much", Charlie said. I felt myself blushing in the cheeks but going pale quickly.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, I've just wanted to Skype you for the past three hours", Charlie replied.

"Well babe, I'm here now", I said. "So we can talk about anything you want".

"Thank you", Charlie said back.

"I wish I could be there to cuddle you", I said.

"I want that so much, you have no idea", Charlie replied.