Quick On Their Feet {A Charlie Murder Fan Story}

Chapter Two

The others stood around Charlie, who was fairly drunk and hiccuping every twenty seconds.

"Dude, you need to rest," Tommy sighed.

"D... Don't worry," Charlie hiccuped. "It's only a couple of drinks."

"Thirty-seven cans of beer is not 'a couple of drinks!' " Lester shouted. "Now, shut the hell up and GO TO BED!"

Kelly nodded. "I agree, man. You need some help."

"Shut up, bitch," Charlie slurred. He slapped Kelly and then passed out. Rex was crying in a corner. Charlie was being rude.

Lester went over to Kelly. "Are you okay, man? That looked like it hurt."

Tears were streaming down Kelly's cheeks. She pulled away from Lester's hug and ran to the guest bedroom, crying. Lester felt like a dick now.

Tommy picked up Charlie and carried him to the couch, where he set him down, then covered him with a blanket. He then looked at Lester.

"He's running a fever," Tommy gasped. He was out of breath from carrying Charlie. Lester just nodded silently.

They went to their own rooms, deciding on what to do with Charlie when he wakes up. Just as Lester was about to enter his room, Tommy accidentally brushed up against him. He blushed, and just stood in the doorway as Tommy entered his room and closed the door behind him

For the first time ever, Lester felt like he was in love.