Living With My Best Friend

Day 15

Day 15
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After waking up in the arms of a beautiful man, I thought that nothing could possibly mess up my day. I was wrong, kind of anyways. My stomach started to feel funny so I tiptoed towards the bathroom, as not to wake Charlie who was snoring loudly. My body wrenched forward, towards the toilet bowl and I emptied my stomach's contents into it. I knew then that there was no way I'd be going to school.

Charlies POV

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I squinted and immediately looked to the spot next to me. The duvet was ruffled and Allie was not there. I freaked out internally. What if she had left? What was I going to do without her in my life? We had just met, and I didn't really know if it was going to turn into anything more than a friendship. I wasn't going to force her into anything either. She was already going through so much, more than she probably even knew, and I didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want to do. But my past was staying with me too long and I just needed someone who was as broken as I was to fill in my heart's gaps, to help me let go. (.A.N. Kinda feeling Charlie's logic. 2 broken people= 1 full heart? I don't know. Comment your opinion.) My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running water and the flush of a toilet. I slowly got up. "Allie?" I called out.

"Yep. Just in the bathroom." She said quietly, only loud enough for me to hear. I padded toward my bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?"

"Um. One second." I heard the tap turn on again. "All good." When I opened the door, she had her toothbrush in her mouth, looking sickly pale. Allie noticed my eyes glancing over her forehead and cheeks, then spit. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You look sick. What's wrong Allie?"

"I don't really know but my stomach hurts a lot and my head-" She stumbled a bit but grabbed onto the counter with her toothbrush-free hand before she fell.

"Maybe we should get you to a chair."

"I can just sit here, Charlie." She slumped into a position on the floor.

"Sure, I guess that's fine." I followed suit. She leaned into my shoulder and I could feel her smile.

"You're worried about me, I can tell."

"Everyday you just seem to get worse and it's something I can't stand."

"Dude, puking's not a symptom of depression or anything like that." She laughed.

"You puked? In my bathroom?"

"It's um- something that happens to everyone."

"Maybe you picked up something from that greasy stoner." I grimaced at the memory and pushed a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

"Hm."

"The one that touched you." I reminded her.

"I remember, Charlie. Stop."

"You didn't really react to it..."

"Charlie, please. I'm not a kicked puppy. I was just forced to do um- things with someone who I really didn't want to but I'm trying to put it behind me. You should too. That happens to a lot of people anyways, right?" With a bit of hesitation, I nodded.

"Sure."

"Good. So you'll forget about it?" Allie asked.

"Of course not. You were hurt and it causes you pain. As I said already, I don't like seeing you in pain like this. I won't forget about it, but try not to bring it up."