"She's being so moody lately." Brad whined.
"Have you tried talking to her?" Tristan walked in, two glasses in hand, he handed one to me and placed the other on the coffee table and sat next to me, putting his hand on my lower back as I leaned into him.
"Wow, what a great idea Tris." Brad replied, sarcastically. He was complaining because Charlie was being moody and distant with him and he didn't have any idea what to do. "Has she talked to you?" He asked me and I shook my head.
It wasn't a lie, I didn't want to say that I was abandoning her but we haven't spoken much, she was always busy when I wanted to catch up or whatever, and I was spending a lot of my time with Tristan, he was going on tour for six months soon so I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him before he goes.
"Nope, we just don't have time to talk really." I admitted. "She's never home." I added.
"What if she's cheating on me?" He gasped and I rolled my eyes.
"She's not."
"How do you know?"
"Because she's my best friend."
"What if she found someone better?"
"Brad, chill." Tris commented and he threw him a dirty look.
"Look babe, you are the best thing to happen to that girl, she's not cheating on you, as a matter of fact, her being with you has been the happiest I've seen her in a long time, especially since her grandad died last year, she hasn't been right since she got with you, you too are literally perfect for each other, and if you don't work out, I will lose all faith in love." I said all in one breath, and leaned back feeling pretty proud of myself.
"You know what." He paused for a second. "You're right."
"I know." I smiled smugly.
We sat watching tv aimlessly for hours before I decided that I needed to talk to Charlie, she was pushing everyone out and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
"I'm going to go talk to Charlie." I announced, standing up and brushing off my jeans of any crumbs or fluff that may have gathered while I was flopped on the couch.
"Will you tell her to talk to me? I miss her." He pouted slightly and I nodded, suddenly feeling sorry for him, he resembled a child who just lost their favourite toy.
"I will." I smiled at him and patted his back after giving him a small hug, I gave Tris a kiss before leaving and went on my way.
The short drive was uneventful and I arrived at my house a few minutes later, I was praying that Charlie was here because I'd just be extremely bored if she wasn't.
I was in luck, when I walked in she was on the couch, buried under the largest blanket we owned, her cheeks red raw from tears, her eyes glassy, she had a bowl in her hands, filled with what looked like ice cream.
She was staring at the television, tears streaming down her cheeks, small sobs coming from her mouth every few seconds.
"Charlie?" I rushed to her and sat next to her, giving her a squeeze from the side. "What's wrong?" I asked her, I glanced at the television and Marley and Me was on the telly, but she couldn't of been crying this much over a movie.
"I can't do this, Millie." She cried and dug her head into the crook of my shoulder.
"Do what?" I stroked her hair in an attempt to comfort her.
"Will you not tell Brad?"
"Are you hurt? Because I can't promise if you're in any danger I can't make promises."
