"Close your mouth, flies will get in." He chuckled, clearly amused. I snapped my mouth shut. I then realized I had just woken up and probably looked like a clown so I pulled my blanket over my head. But it was ripped away from me.
"Give it back!" I commanded.
"Nope" I sat up.
"Why?" I pouted.
"Because I want to talk to my best friend." I stood up from my bed and beelined it to my bathroom. I slammed and locked the door. I washed my face and brushed out my hair. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and put on a light amount of makeup.
When I reentered he was sitting on my head with a bag of Doritos in his lap and the tv remote in his hand, just like he used to do when we were little.
"Sure, go ahead and make yourself at home in my bed."
"I will thanks" I sit down on the edge of the bed, next thing I know I'm pressed against his chest.
"I've missed you so much, Charlie." he whispers in my ear. His voice is so deep and hot.
"You know I don't like that name." I say through clenched teeth suddenly angry.
"Oh, come on! I used to always call you that!" I turn away, tears forming in my eyes. He's one of the only people to ever see me cry, but right now I want to be left alone.
"Char, what's wrong?" He asks his voice dripping with concern. I jump up and point a finger at his chest.
"7 years! 7 years you left me alone and for 2 years straight I called you but you never answered let alone called me back and now you show up out of no where and expect things to go back to the way they were?!" It's his turn to turn away.
"I'm not telling you like this. I'll wait until the timings perfect." he said more to himself before turning to me. "What do you want to watch?" We made our way to my living room because it's much more comfortable and the tv is way better.
