And Then She Grew Up

Chapter 7

Charlie's POV:

No. I don't like Dylan. I don't like him. He doesn't even like me anyways. I'm just his sisters friend. But he's so cute! His eyes are gorgeous and- STOP IT CHARLIE. DONT DO THAT. OKAY.

I, Charlie Connors, do NOT like Dylan. Do not. Not. Niet.

"Charlie, are you okay? U've been jumping around and fidgeting ever since the game ended. It's getting annoying." Angie whispers to me. I sigh. Ugh.

After the game, we all decided to go to Kobe to celebrate on our first win in, um, I can't even remember. But this is a big accomplishment for our school.

"Sorry, I'm just worried about my, uh, test on Monday." I say. Good cover Charlie.

"Oh. Do you want to stay over? I can help you study! You have all weekend!" Angie offers, "Emma's coming! You should come to!"

With Dylan. Oh my Giad. What am I gonna do?

"Uhmm, s-sure!" I stutter smiling.

"Charlie, are you sure your okay?" Angie asks concerned.

"IM FINE!" I hiss.

"Okay." She answers, still not convinced.

"Ahhelloimyourcookthisevening. Yougotsteakyougotfriedriceyougotsasamechiken ya?" Our cook says, way too quickly as he pulls his little cart of stuff up to the stove.

We all look at him. No one answers.

"Yes?" Angie guesses after a few seconds, breaking the confused silence.

"Ohyathankyoumissimcookingthefriedricenowkay!" The cook says.

We all either say a "okay," or a "thanks."

After a while of watching him cook, we all eventually carry on with our conversation.

"Pssstt, Austin." Angie hisses.

"Yes Anglela?" He smirks. Angie rolls her eyes.

"Can I try a piece of your chicken? When he gives it to you?" She asks.

"If you give me my Nutella back." He smirks. She frowns.

"Fine." She huffs. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out an empty Nutella Jar.

"Here ya go!" She cheers then plops it into his hand. He frowns,

"You ate all of that? Please tell me how you do all this while still staying skinny? Please explain. Teach me your ways." He begs.

"Shut up, you made me give you my favorite Nutella jar, jerk." She pouts.

"You want some chi-" he is interrupted by Mikey. Wait? Mikey's here? Oh and Emma.

"Okay I cant take it anymore." He groans. We all look at him.

He turns to Emma.

"Emma?" He asks getting her attention.

"Hmm." She answers, still not looking away from her phone.

"Put your phone down," he orders, "This is important."

She huffs, but locks her phone and puts it on the table.

He takes a deep breath, then runs his hand through his hair, and takes Emma's hand.

OHHHHHH I GET IT.

"Emma, I really, really, really like you. Like more than you would ever think. Think of the biggest number you can think of. Yeah, I like you more than that. I've liked you ever since you looked me straight in the eyes, which are beautiful, and told me that you love my, bright orange hair. Ever since then, you've been all I think about." He admits.