Sneaker

Chapter 2

15 minutes and we arrive at our destination. Swarms of girls push and shove their way to the front of the line. Charlie gently grabs my shoulder and maneuvers me through the crowd until we reach a relatively good spot in line, not too far back. Unfortunately it was the shoulder that had the bruise. I tense and Charlie asks what's wrong.

"Nothing, I'm just really excited thats all," I lie.

He grins, "I know right! How cool is it that you finally get to see them in person!"

Charlie and I had been best friends since birth, he knew all about my dad, and I probably couldn't get through my life without him. Heck, I probably would've committed suicide if it hadn't been for Charlie. But when it came to One Direction, he was definitely my biggest supporter. Last year, they came to the airport and he put me on his shoulders just so i could catch a glimpse of them. He lets me listen to their CD in the car because my dad won't let me listen to music in the house, he says it interrupts his concentration. Concentration my ass. My dad's an artist. Well, he used to be. He still likes to say he is now though. But he hasn't finished a painting since my mom and my brother died in a car crash two years ago. His occupation is really sitting at home in front of a canvas doing nothing.

"Hey! I just noticed your wearing the hair thingies I bought you for your birthday! They look great," Charlie exclaims, bringing me out of my demonic daydream of locking my father in a basement.

"Yeah, they're great, I love them," I say as I smile wanly.

He fingers them for a moment before saying, "I've got to leave now, call me or text me every hour so I know you haven't been raped or something," he says, half jokingly.

"Okay fine." sometimes he's just so overprotective, I guess he feels it became his duty to watch over me after my mom and brother died, and my dad went crazy. Charlie had a date with his girlfriend Monique. She was nice enough, it was just the fact that she's 3 years older than him that amounted to endless teasing. I smile. Oh Charlie, what would I do without you?