CLIFF

Two | Charlie

The picture above is what Charlie would look like. This model is Cristan Chirca.

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     Charlie hadn't really been looking forward to the day, for multiple reasons.
      Those reasons would be: Tests, and rugby try-outs.
    Everyone had to do rugby try-outs, whether they liked rugby or not. Charlie did not.
      As soon as class started, he turned to his friend, Weasal, and said,     
        "Wanna help me sneak back to my room during rugby tries?"
     Weasal snorted and laughed a bit, but soon nodded. "Sure. I s'pose I'll help."

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           Weasal and Charlie had stuck themselves in the bathroom, waiting for the bell to go off for the sport.
          The weren't really expecting to get away with it, most likely hoping for detention.
         As soon as they bell rung, they could both hear others talking in the hall, laughing about whatever they were chatting on.
        The boys waited about twenty-five minutes before exiting the bathroom, and heading towards their rooms. "Thanks Weas!" Charlie laughed.
          Although the brunette was grinning, once his friend went to his own room, and Charlie opened the door to his, his grin dropped, and he almost yelled.
          A ginger boy was on the seperate bed in the room, reading a book. Said ginger did not look up upon Charlie entering the room.
          A bat rested by the door, and Charlie grabbed it, raising it over his shoulder, ready to hit.
        "Who are you?" He spoke, trying to keep his voice calm. Charlie watched as the ginger lifted his head up, processes what he was seeing, and jumped backwards.
        "I- What'dya mean who am I? What're you doin' in my room?" An Irish accent, and freaked out Carmel eyes. He was handsome, but that wasn't the thought going through Charlie's head.
         "Your room? This is my room! I've been here all year!" Charlie lowered the bat, thinking for a minute. He did hear something about him getting a new roomate, albeit not paying attention. "Oh." He said, setting the bat down.
         "What do you mean 'oh'? Who are you?" The kid still seemed weirded out.
         "We're roomates, stupid." He said, blatantly. "I'm Charlie Debnie." He said, holding his hand out.
         "Oliver, Oliver Wed." He hesitantly took Charlie's hand, shaking it gently, before taking it back. He wasn't one for socialism

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That will be all for that chapter. Sorry for the shortness of it. Wasn't feeling the inspiration.

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