My Mate, Charlie

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Charlie

Coming back home utterly exhausted I flop down on my couch. I wasn't physically exhausted but more like mentally exhausted. From the moment I read Declan's letter I've been an emotional wreck. How the heck am I suppose to respond to something like that! Everything in my screamed to call Declan but my mind knew better. I knew guys like him.

Back in high school I knew guys like him. The tall sexy players who had girls falling at their feet. I knew he was just like them. How could he not? He had everything. The looks, the smile, the height, everything! If he's anything like the guys back in high school then I am no fool. I know he thinks I'm easy. The small insecure and shy girl. How much easier could you get?

I was no fool. I knew better. I knew if I saw him again he'll just try and get in my pants for a good one night stand. Well, news flash buddy! I don't care how hot you are, if you ain't the one then you ain't getting no where near my lady parts! My brothers taught me better than that. But still, even though I fed myself those thoughts I couldn't help but get the slightest bit hopeful that maybe he did just want to see me again and hang out innocently. Maybe he really did think I was cute and not easy. I wanted to think that so badly, but my mind kept telling me other wise.

My heart and mind were at war with each other leaving me so utterly exhausted I didn't even realize I fell asleep on the couch.

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A loud howl brought me back awake sending my body jolting up on the couch. My short hair was in a frenzy mess and my work clothes were all wrinkled and pressed sharply into my body uncomfortably. Groaning, I pick myself off the couch and head to my room to find my pajamas. I had no idea what the time was but by how dark it was outside I knew it had to be past 8 o'clock.

Stripping from my work clothes I lazily pull on a new pair of underwear, the boy short kind, and slip on my father's old t shirt. It was so large it barely reached my knees. I loved this shirt with all my heart. It even smelt like my father too.

After have changed I find myself in the kitchen searching for some food. Deciding to just stick with a bowl of mac and cheese for the night I start the pan of water to boil and patiently wait at the dinning table. I sat dozing on and off, my palms squishing my cheeks together but I was too tired to care. The only reason I was still up was for my food.

Quickly finishing the mac and cheese, I serve my self a bowl and go to eating rather slowly. With every bite I felt my eyes droop heavier and heavier. I knew I had to go back to sleep but I was just so hungry. Just one more bite...

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When I woke back up for the third time I was back on the couch, the blankets wrapped around my body and my head on a pillow. I was mildly confused until I heard the rattle of pots and pan. Going into flight or fight mode I grab the lamp beside the couch that was still left unplug. As quietly as I could I mad my way to the kitchen, lamp over my head ready to throw. My heart was thumping hard making my body shake. As I neared the corner to enter the kitchen I prepared myself for whatever laid on the their side of these doors. Sighing as silently as I could I raised the lamp higher jumping out.

"Get the f-"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Chill! It's me!" Just as I was about throw the lamp the person in my kitchen jumped towards me taking the lamp out of my hands. I let him take the lamp, too shocked to move. "Charlie? Hello?"

"M-Mason?" I stutter out looking up at the guy I once grew up with. "What the heck are you doing here! What? Why? How!?" My old best friend laughs, shaking his head while rubbing my shoulders to calm me down.

"Chill Charlie. I'll explain, come on eat." Gently pushing me to the dining table I take a seat still too flabbergasted to move on my own. Just as Mason sets my plate in front of me I let the questions fall out.

"Explain Mason! How did you get in my house? How did you know where I lived? Where did you come from? Why didn't you tell me you moved here to Washington? How-"

"Charlie," Mason starts laughing again, taking a seat to my left. "chill, I promised you I'd explain." I raised my eyebrows at him, jittering in my seat waiting for him to explain. As much as I missed my old friend, I still can't believe he's here and the fact he broke into my house! Old friend or not he nearly gave me a heart attack!

"Okay, well for starters when I moved we moved here because we have...family here." I raise an eyebrow at the hesitation but don't have time to question it because he quickly recovers. "You know, the ones that needed us. As for how I know you're here, my good friend Waverley told me about you and I knew it had to be you." He smiled softly at me, I couldn't help but grin back at my old friend.

It's been years since I last saw him. We were friends since birth, in fact, our parents were friends. Mason was there for me, like my other brother, through out my whole life. He was there to keep the bullies away and to stop the tears. He was my best friend, my brother. But one day right before his 16th birthday he left. He told me they were moving but he had no idea where, something happened with a family member and he had to go back. Before I knew it, he was gone. My heart was broken. He didn't even call or message me. It was like he never existed.

"I knew you had to be here, so I came to see you. Your door was wide open and you were just passed out on the couch. So I thought to make it up to you, I'd make you breakfast." Mason looked down at his plate, hands clenched in either side of the plate. I bit my lip to stop the tears. I was so happy he was back but I couldn't help but feel...angry? I'm rarely angry, actually, I'm not one to be angry, but having him back so suddenly sparked this hidden anger for him. I was so sad when he left I had so many emotions, but the one I ignored the most was anger. I was so mad at him for leaving me.

Shooting up from my seat at the table I take my un-eaten food and place it in the sink.

"Charlie?" Just hearing his voice right now makes me want to scream. To think he had the nerve to come back out of no where and try to make things up to me by cooking me breakfast! The nerve. I can't believe him!

"No. You have no right to speak to me." Gripping the ends of the sink, I watch my knuckles turn white. I've never been so angry!

"Charlie, please I'm sorry. You have to understand!" Mason jumps from his chair, inches away from reaching me when I slap his hand away.

"No! I don't understand! Me best friend left me when I needed him! You never explained anything to me! You never called, text, sent me a letter, or anything! You left me!" By now I was hitting his chest, crying my eyes out. But he just stood there, taking it.

"Charlie...I'm sorry. Please, I never meant to hurt you." I stopped hitting him, stepping back, my face wet with big ugly fat tears. At this moment, I wish he never came back.

"Leave. Just leave."

"Char-"

"Leave!" I screamed out, my body shaking in anger. I was so convulsed by the looks of my so called best friend it was suffocating me. Everything was silent, neither of us moved.

"I'm sorry..." Was all he said before he quickly walked away, the floor boards creaking under his steps.

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A/N
Sorry this was suppose to be up yesterday but idk about you guys but wattpad was being a little bitch to me. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed it! More to come today so look out!