Jennaveve ' s POV
"Yeah, Clifford." Charlie said bitterly. I laughed, rolling my eyes. "It was great, right? And after the show, Michael came up to me and got my number. That's what Charlie is talking about. I kinda freaked out." I said looking at Alison. I smiled at her. She was pretty. Her long, straight brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. I wondered why I hadn't seen her before. I practically lived with Charlie and barely ever went home. But, we're 18 so my parents didn't really care. Plus they knew Charlie well.
