Recovery

I

Graduation parties. What a waste of time. It was just a bunch of teenagers getting high, wasted and fucked.

At least that's what it was to Charlie. He honestly wondered why he was even invited sometimes. The man did nothing but stand there, pretending he's too busy with talking to someone on the phone.

When really,

he was talking to himself.

Everyone wondered who he kept on speaking to, but he'd never answer. Pushing all his complaints aside, he watched as Aaron, someone he meant back in high school, drive.

He didn't bother to speak to his best friend, as the man was too busy talking to the red hooded boy right beside him; the twink, Michael.

Of course he'd never say that to the man's face, knowing he liked to call himself a bear.

Pft. Such a lie.

Feeling the car come to a abrupt stop, Charlie jolted himself back into reality, glancing outside to a wooden cabin. The cabin was located deep into a forest, which didn't even have other houses around.

Charlie couldn't help but wonder if this was the same cabin from the one horror movie he watched. If it was, he'd happily jump in-front of the killer and embrace it with open arms. Oh sweet death here I come-

"Charlie you slow fuck, get out of the car."

Oh.
Devastated, death didn't come to Charlie but a Aaron started back at him, clearly annoyed. Giving a small smile, he got out of the parked car, his best friend holding the door for him. Aaron disappeared pretty quickly in the house with Michael, leaving the poor anti-social Charlie alone.

"What happened to staying together, huh?!" He snapped, talking to himself as he entered the house, which seemed to be blaring music.

Normally he'd love music, but when it came to this, he wanted to turn it right off. One foot into the house, he was already annoyed by the lights and the music. Why do parties have to be so loud? Why do they-

A sudden pressure was applied onto him, a loud groan escaping his lips due to the pain. Someone or something had fell onto him, or tripped. Either way, the grump didn't like this one bit.

First, his two best friends ditched him

Two, music

Third, lights

And fourth, someone or something-

"Oh I'm so sorry!" A small voice squeaked from above him, yanking himself off.
Ruffling his own hair, Charlie tried to focus his gaze to at least see who it was. But once his eyes were less blurry, he recognized a quite- messy looking man scurrying away.

Well, that was weird.

At least he didn't get stuck into a conversation, which he'd most likely want to die the entire time. But Charlie was quite intrigued on why the strange man was rushing, as if he was running away from something. I mean who trips onto someone like that just because you're clumsy?

"Hey, Charlieeee!" Someone shouted, making the man perk up. Charlie had already made the guess that it was Aaron, due to the annoying familiar voice but-

it wasn't him.

But the twink.

"Michael!" He said, watching as the short red hooded man approached him with cocky smile.

"I saw that fall of yours. Did you see that guy? He had leaves and twigs everywhere in his hair!" Michael exclaimed, a grin onto his features as he looked around

"I mean, maybe he had something happen to him. Parties are wild." Charlie replied, earning a roll of the eyes from the weed obsessed man.

"Sometimes people are just weird too, Charls."

"Don't call me that."

"Chhhhhharlllls."

"Oh my god, just go away and go fuck Aaron or something."

Michael let out a squeak before walking away from the peeved man. But Charlie stood there alone, once again. Not only was he trying to look busy, he was also wondering who the mysterious forest boy was. Normally, he didn't care about anyone, but this boy did peak his interest for being so odd.

To him, everyone was the same and if he could find someone different, he'd gladly take that person in no matter what status. Although, he was hesitant, the man decided to step out of his corner and search for the mentioned boy. Earning glances and awkward smiles as he passed through the crowd, Charlie couldn't help but wonder once again how people liked these sort of events. It was boring and of course; suffocating.

Finally reaching some type of exit, which looked like a door that gave access to some sort of balcony deck, he went outside and looked around.

The night had settled down and the moon was already up in the sky among the thousands of stars, who seemed to be the only source of company that Charlie will ever have tonight. With a sigh, he realized that the whole time, he had forgotten what he was looking for and somehow only thought about an exit. It was logical for him, due to being claustrophobic and hating the crowds of people inside.

Speaking of things he was and hated, a loud cracking noise echoed to him from the forest in front of the balcony, his eyes widening.

"Oh fuck no!" He mumbled, crouching down to hide even if it was the most obvious thing. Recently, a series of horror movies and creepy things have been coming out and Charlie had well... watched them all. I mean at least he knew how to defend himself in zombie apocalypse? Pushing that aside, Charlie went into his fighting stance, which was him looking like a bigger idiot than he already looked like.

A soft giggle was heard from on top of him, due to the fact that the trees around the balcony were tall enough to have their branches be a source of roof for the balcony. This made Charlie jolt backwards, falling onto his side and screeching.

"FUCK oFf dEmOn!"

This time, a laugh was heard and a boy jumped out of the branch on top to land perfectly on the wooden balcony. Charlie's eyes met the figure's before recognizing the boy. The boy's hair was messy, but somehow clean looking, if you count out the leaves and twigs. What made the man scrunch his nose at was the cigarette that hug at the boy's lips.

"I'm not demon, but I'm definitely Connor!" The boy said, a smile at his features, making Charlie even more uncomfortable.

What if the boy was a demon in disguise-

Okay, maybe not but-

After a few moments of a short mental crisis, the man decided to introduce himself and be polite- well, at least what he called polite.

"Hello, demon Connor. I'm Charlie."

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IM FINALLY DONE WRITING THIS
SORRY IF ITS SHIT
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