The photo on the side is the character that plays Charlie, and his thoughts on Chadvia hehhe.
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The walk home was silent. Not one word was said, not one sound was present. We walk up the driveway, and I flick my wet hair off my shoulders as our hands brushed together.
"Sorry." I apologize, sticking my hands in my pockets.
"Don't be." He mumbles.
I open the front door, the familiar hall greeting us.
"Anyone home?" I yell, hoping not to leave puddles on the floor.
We walk into the kitchen, and see my mother wiping down the table.
"Olivia Rose, why are you soaking wet?" My mother scolds, crossing her arms.
Should I tell her Charlie pushed me?
Maybe not.
"I fell into the lake, and Charlie dived in after to make sure I was okay." I shrug, rubbing my neck.
"You've always had my clumsiness, Olivia. Lucky Charlie was there to save you." She smiles, looking between us and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“Mum!” I roll my eyes, and she simply laughs, walking into the loungeroom.
"Let's get changed, I hate wet clothes." I suggest quickly, walking - wait no, running - down the hall and I open my bedroom door.
I could've sworn I left it open before I left.
"Surprise!"
There stood Kirsty, Sarah and Paris, smiles beaming on their faces.
"Guys!" I exhilarate, so surprised.
"Liv!"
"Olivia!."
"Ozza!"
"What are you all doing here?" I ask, smiling.
"Thanks for letting us know you were home." Sarah sarcastically says, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, I was with -"
"Olive, where do you want me to-" Charlie asks, walking through the door.
I point to Charlie, and my friends' suggestive looks make me roll my eyes.
"Why are you both wet?" Kirsty asks, and the other two laugh at the dirty joke Kirsty made.
"We went to the lake..." I mumble. "Uh, Charlie, you can use my shower if you like."
"Are you sure?" He asks.
I look at my three friends out of my peripheral, and they're watching us like a movie.
"Y-yep."
He nods once, walking into the bathroom.
"I'm going to go get changed." I say, grabbing my bag off the bed.
"Oh no you're not!" Sarah says, grabbing my bag.
"Why is Charlie here? You could've brought that girl who was in the Skype call!" Paris yells.
"Sh!" I sign, looking at the bedroom door, but the water running was the relief that I needed.
"Rachael is sick…” I mumble, scrunching my nose, and they all look at each other, bursting out in laughter.
“So sick that she’s doing a meet-up?” Sarah says.
“We know she’s become famous on the internet.” Kirsty smiles.
