Must Befriend The Bad Mentor

Chapter 1 - My Boring Weekend

Charlie's POV

Sunday morning rain is falling.

My phone alarm rang and woke me up. Yes, it's my favorite song from Maroon Five. I mean, who doesn't love Adam?

My hands started searching for my phone on the bedside table, still closing my eyes, and end up tackling it onto the wooden floor with a thud.

Shoot. I just bought it last week. And it's iPhone freaking 7. Hella expensive.

I crawled all the way to the side of my bed and extended my hands towards the floor to pick up my phone. Once I took it, I pressed the stop button, examined it's condition with my droopy eyelids, and found nothing.

I sighed in relief. Thank God, I don't have to hear my mom babbling about how my fangirling would affect my future and my social life.

Like what's the relation between me fangirling Charlie Puth (yes, he's my boyfriend, so get off) and me breaking my phone. Every freaking mistakes that I make will always be blamed on my fangirling stuff.

That's my mom you got there.

Although fangirling sounds crazy, but it makes me feel special although it's not specifically for me. Take this for an instance : if Charlie tweets, "You make me feel like I'm dreaming." I'll make sure I scream in excitement and swoon over his tweet.

Ugh, you know, the perks of being a fangirl.

I also made a nickname for him, cause it's weird to call him Charlie when I have the literally same name. And when I say literally, I mean literally literally.

The nickname was kinda cute tho (for me), it's Charlotto (Charlie Otto). It does sound like a girl's name.. but you know what? who cares?

For around ten to fifteen minutes, I checked my instagram and my other social medias. I also didn't forget to check Charlotto's (duh of course).

I yawned and stretched my whole body to loosen it. I got out of my bed and head straight to the door.

You're wondering why I don't get ready for school? Just like what Adam sang, it's Sunday morning.. but not raining. Hey, at least he got the day right.

I opened the door and slugged downstairs unto the kitchen. Just before I entered the kitchen, the smell of delicious pancakes was piercing through my nostrils.

Yes, bless my nose.

I found mom cooking before the stove with her all-time-favorite apron dad gave her in their twenties. Cliché enough?

"Morning mom," I greeted whilst taking steps towards the bar table behind her. I pulled out a stool and plopped on it.

"Morning hun, had a nice dream?" She asked, shifting her head to me. "Yeah, I dreamt about marrying Charlie in Paris. How romantic could it get?" I said, reminiscing the dream I had.

Damn girl, you just took your 'single' and your 'fangirling' to the next level at the same time.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Guess you just can't get him off your mind, can you?".

"Nah, and by that I mean never. I'll NEVER get him out of my mind. We even have the exact first name, we ARE meant to be," I replied, emphasizing the words 'never' and 'are'.

"Pancakes?" she offered.

"Waffles?"

She shook her head, "I'll take that as a yes."