Living With My Best Friend

Day 14

Day 14
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I woke up, not remembering where I was, with wet eyes. Crying so much seemed to numb my senses and I couldn't gain control. A tired but smiling face glanced down at me. Charlie. That was when a burst of sadness and realization burst through me so I laid my head down again on the couch. "Good morning Allie."

"Whatever you say. It could turn out to be a good morning, I guess. You know what, I've always wondered why people say that. Good morning. Like they never know, right?" He raised an eyebrow at my seemingly psychotic rant.

"Okay then. I'm going to run to the store for breakfast and I was thinking to maybe grab you some clothes? Or we can go shopping after school and you can borrow something of mine, for now." He said.

"It depends on what you have."

Charlie grinned at my words and helped me to my feet. "There's some stuff laid out on my bed. I'll be back with the groceries soon." I wrapped my arms around him.

"Don't die out there. Stores are VERY dangerous, like zoos."

"I can just tell all the 'animals' that I've got a kick-ass girl back at my house and they should watch out."

"Pretty kick-ass yourself, I assume." A giggle fell from my lips.

"Are you flirting with me Allie?" I laughed and pushed him towards the door.

"Bye Charles. Go get food!"

I cracked Charlies door open a sliver and, after confirming it was his, jumped onto the bed like I was nine year old me on a trampoline. The tall pile of clothing, that had before been on the bed, scattered around the room. "Oops."

The duvet was white, with what looked like black lace lining the edges. The matching pillows were neatly fluffed and nothing in the room seemed out of place. It took me by suprise because Charlies room was cleaner than even mine. The thought of ruining its clear perfection almost hurt my head so I rushed to place the clothes back onto the lacey bed.

The first outfit I saw was a white polo shirt, striped with red, and paired with khakis. Another, black pants and a shirt with One Direction on it. Charlie later swore it wasn't his, but everyone likes them for one reason whether it being their music or personalities. Then, an Elvis t-shirt coupled with a pair of white pants. Unfortunately there was a tear in the sleeve.The last was just a lime green sweatshirt and I could tell already that shade of green was Charlie's favourite.

It seemed comfortable so, after taking off the t-shirt I was wearing, the hoodie got zipped up. It was so soft that I felt myself almost molding into it and the sleeves went past my knuckles. Then the boxers came off and I put on his white pants.

While I brushed my teeth, I stared at the reflection in the mirror. There were dark circles under my eyes, the kind that never seem to go away, and my skin didn't seem to glow the way it had before. "Maybe you can get through this."

Mystery POV

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"I don't know what the hell you think you're doing. This wasn't your job."

"You don't want anyone out on the street, do you?" He frowned and I grabbed his chin, pressing his head against the bricks.

"Could have found somewhere else. I can't let you mess this up." The little blond twerp pushed my hand away and frowned.

"She trusts me now. But right now she's gone and she'll trust me if she ever comes back. And I can actually get you what you want." He said, pleading. "I can't make anyone do anything anyways."