Being Charlie

Being Charlie (3)

"I cannot believe you didn't wash this, Peanut." Emma huffed. "I mean it smells like sauce and it has that snakes germs all over it." She continued, stuffing it in the wash.

"No. It's going take too long. Don't wash it." I protested. Emma shook her head and closed the washer, turning it on instead.

"You really think I'm going to let you wear that to school tomorrow?" Emma asked, "Dirty?"

I shook my head, "To be honest, I don't care. I'm already humiliated enough. Did you forget the fact the bad boy and his friend saw me crying? Yep, I think you did."

Emma laughed, "Are you forgetting the fact he was concerned and actually wanted to know what happened. Don't be surprised when he starts hitting on you." She told me, walking out of the washroom and closing the door behind her. I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom and jumped onto her bed, adjusting myself comfortably.

Emma shot me a what-do-you-think-you're-doing? look as I simply sent her a questioning one in return.

"Get up." She demanded.

I rose my eyebrow at her, "Why?" I questioned, "Am I supposed to be going somewhere?"

Emma scoffed, "Uh, yeah, actually you are."

I laughed loudly at her request, "Do you actually think I'm going to go out without my hoodie?" I asked. "I think not. And besides, it's Monday."

"C'mon Charlie. Just go one night without the hoodie.  Don't you just want to have a best friends night out to get your mind off of things? I think I'd be fun. You can wear one of my hoodies. Or Ryan's.

I pretended to think about my decision to go out without my hoodie or not. There's two reasons why and no one knows the second, I'm just not ready to tell. Emma gave me her best puppy dog eyes while I contemplated whether to give in or not.

Just as I opened my mouth to let out an answer, Emma's door creaked open. There stood a shirtless Ryan, with puffy eyes and his slightly curly, except more wild and sleep like hair. Emma shot him a glare and sighed, "What do you want, Ryan?"

He let out a loud, dragged yawn before his eyes landed on me, still checking him out. He batted his thick, long lashes and placed his hands on his hips. He imitated Emma's response in a high pitch girly voice.

"What do you want, Ryan? Like I totally haven't spoke to you for hours and now that I am I have like an attitude because you are like such like a jerk. So whatever you want, Ryan, just get it and like leave." 

I cried out in laughter as Emma squinted her eyes and glared even more. Ryan is Emma's brother. He's also a senior in high school, yet they aren't twins. Ryan is born right in the middle of May while Emma is born in August.

Ryan is ten months older then her, yet he looks fifteen and she looks eighteen. Also, Ryan acts like a total toddler. He's wild and sarcastic. Emma is much more mature and sassy.

Ryan is also my best friend. Him and Emma are all I have. I've known them since we moved down to California when I was five years old. I'm basically always with them since Connor treats me like crap and makes so much noise when Alec is around. The two of them are despicable. And dad is never home. I used to think it was because work, but the older I got the more I realized he's just an alcoholic. Whenever he is home his breath and body reeks of alcohol.

"Are you done checking me out, Miss Two-Feet-Tall?" Ryan smiled, making fun of my short figure. I averted my gaze to his face as we made eye contact and stood up.

I cleared my throat and spoke, "Number one, Mr. Campbell, I am not two feet tall. I'm five foot, one inch and three quarters." You know how it is when you're short. Every iota of an inch counts. "And I wasn't checking you out. I was just watching over what's mine." I finished.