It just... happened? (boyxboy)

Chapter Eight

Authors note: Hey people! This is a pretty long chapter compared to the others and it contains description of self harm and suicide. If these themes may trigger you I'd suggest you don't read this chapter! Instead get someone else too and give you the main plot of what happened or even message me and I'll explain briefly. As always, thank you so much for the reads! Feel free to comment, vote or share they always make my day!

"And your lane is #5, just right there next to mine", I pointed to the blue counter with a cash register on top in front of me, which was bordering our customer service department.

I had been training Charlie for the past two hours, it was painful but he catches on pretty quickly and wasn't being overly rude. Sure there was an insult here and there, but nothing major. I managed to teach him our cashing systems and what produce went where, now all that's left was stocking inventory. I led him through the twisting isles of supplies and to the back of the store, opening the double doors into our storage room.

"Make sure you put the door stopper underneath the door, it's to your right, these doors lock from the inside", I said. God imagine if we let the doors closed, were some of the only people working today. We'd be locked in here for ages!

"Holy shit that's a ton of food!", Charlie's eyes widened as he looked around at the 10ft tall ceilings, shelves filled to the brim with everything from canned soup to frozen spring rolls, cartons of unpackaged goods scattered around the cold tile floor.

"Well what do you expect? We are a grocery store." I rolled my eyes at his shock and turned on the florescent lights. Sometimes I don't get how someone so unbelievable hot can be so dumb. Wait! No not hot I meant-ummm...

A loud thud awoke me from my thoughts. Oh f*ck, the doors!

"Charlie I told you to put down the door stopper! We're locked in here now!", I yelled. Wow I really wasn't having any luck today, was I?

"I thought I did, it must have slipped out! Don't you like, have a key or something?"

"No you dumbass, I'm not the manager!", my god this boy was truly an idiot.

Charlie and I ran to the door, pounding on it screaming for help. I took out my phone and tried to call Terry.

Shit, no service

After another 15 minutes of yelling and banging on the door, we let our hoarse voices rest and took a seat on one of the crates. Charlie sat down in front of me, flashing a quick look of delight before letting his face fall into its norm. Why the hell would he be delighted to be trapped in this room? Did I mention it was f*cking freezing!?

"Sooooooo... what now?", I looked up from the floor and saw Charlie resting his elbows on his black dress pants, head propped up in his hands.

"I dunno, guess we just wait? Terry usually comes to do an inventory count around 7:30," I glanced down at my navy leather strapped watch, " and it's currently 6:58."

"Awesome, I'm stuck in a storage closet with the schools biggest dweeb!"

"Hey! I'm not a dweeb, I'm just a nobody and sorry but just because I'm lower on the social latter than you, doesn't mean you can go insulting me!", whoa, where did that confidence come from? Charlie looked up at me as shocked as I was.

With my sudden surge of confidence a thought entered my mind and I knew I couldn't keep pushing it down. It needed to be said. F*ck my life.

"Listen, I know you didn't want to talk about it but Charlie my minds been screwed up ever since that party and I need to know; why did it happen?"