It just... happened? (boyxboy)

Chapter Eleven

Authors note: This is gonna be a short one with zero amount of editing haha. Sorry in advance but thank you so so much for 525 reads!!! love you all!

"Mom! I'm home!", I wave my hand in her face standing next to her bed, trying to grab her attention without success. I look around hoping to see some dirty dishes. Non, as I expected. Her face is even more pale and washed out then this morning. Quickly, I run to the kitchen and make a grilled cheese sandwich for her, my thoughts still overtaken by the thought of Charlie having my number. Ugh, this boy is going to be the end of me!

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I'm awoken from my sleep when I hear my phone buzz on my bedside table.

"Ughh.", I groggily reach for the bright screen and adjust my eyes to the white light, confusion taking over my face.

Charlie
12:14 AM
Hey Ace! It's me, Charlie. Just wanting to know if you got home okay?

Charlie? Texting me at 12am? Why didn't he just do it when he left? Why did he wait until now... could he have been pondering over what to say? Why was he worried for me? And why the hell does he text like a 40 year old?

Stop it Ace! Stop acting like he was thinking about you! He doesn't care about you!

You
12:16AM
yea i did... thanks for checking and i was joking about getting help i swear i don't actually need it :/

Charlie
12:17AM
Oh come on Ace, I've seen your marks. I'm not saying you're awful but... well you could use some work. Maybe you could come over here tomorrow? I have a giant binder full of notes that we can use.

The thought of going to Charlie Simmons house made my stomach feel sort of floaty. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad, but whatever it is I DO NOT LIKE IT HAPPENING!

You
12:20AM
oh idk if that's really necessary... i don't wanna be a burden to your family or anything

Charlie
12:20AM
Listen Ace, if this is about the whole thing happening... please just remember what I said at the park. I want to be friends :)

Is it just me or did that smiley face give off a perverted prank look? Oh god I hope it's just me. Maybe I should go? Just give it a try? I mean it sort of is rude for me to brush him off like he did to me...

You
12:23AM
ok i'll go ig. what's your @?

Charlie
12:23AM
Awesome! My house is 355 Stockholm Avenue. See you at 2pm?

You
12:23AM
uh yea sure

I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks and my hands become sweaty after I read his next text.

Charlie
12:24AM
Goodnight Mr. Squirrel Expert, sleep well :)

I'm too nervous to respond. Why am I like this?! I should be enjoying my night watching Youtube, not worrying over meeting Charlie Simmons family or seeing his house. Why is he being so nice? Do friends text like that? I mean me and Willow do but we're closer than John Lennon and whatever the f*ck his wife's name was. Not in a romantic way, of course. Ugh, I need to sort out these funky feelings and I need to do it quick.

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The next morning I sleep in until 12, pushing it as close as I can before getting ready to see Charlie. I grab a pair of black jeans and a grey hoodie before checking in on my still sleeping mom and making my way to the bathroom.

I take the fastest shower I've ever had and scarf down some breakfast while scribbling down a note explaining where I'll be. I leave it on the kitchen counter hoping mom will see it. I know she won't care even if she does. I begin walking to the bus stop, nervously playing with my hoodie strings. It may be late Fall but it the weather is holding up a lot better than last year, considering I don't need a jacket quite yet. According to the website I visited last night, the bus is supposed to come at 12:40 but since our shitty town can't manage to keep a schedule straight, it arrives ten minutes late.
F*ck me.

I'm on autopilot now. I climb aboard and sit down without even thinking about my movements. My nerves are apparently having a rager throughout my body right now, isn't that just wonderful?

I hope he doesn't think I ditched him. He'll understand, right? I should text him. Should I? Is that weird for friends to do? Oh god this is probably some sort of prank.

Thoughts like these swarm my mind as I make my way down towards Charlie's house. It's now 1:10 and I'm scurrying down the sidewalk trying to avoid looking like a maniac. It's not working. I don't know what face I am wearing but it's drawing some looks from other people. Understandable, I guess. It's not everyday you see a guy sprinting down the sidewalk on an unpopular street, wheezing. My cardio is absolute shit.

Finally, I arrive at Charlie's door and ring the bell. Wow, this is an impressive house. Two stories smothered in crisp white paint and flower boxes on every window. I expected it to be more modern, more polished, more... school Charlie.

"Hey Ace! Come on In!", Charlie answers the door with a giant smirk on his face as he grabs my hand to pull me in. I jerk away when I feel his palm against mine. I'm pretty sure guy friends never do that. I'm not sending him a wrong message, right? Oh god oh god this was a mistake, this was a giant mistake. Charlie leads me into his massive foyer and gives me a weird look like the people on the street did a few minutes ago.

I regret this, so so much. Send help.