Willow's POV
"Willow, if you don't get up we are going to be late again!" Came booming my best friends voice, who was also trying his best to wake me up. But, it was hopeless. I am not a morning person and never will be.
I let out an annoyed groan then flipped around onto my back to see him shooting a stressed look at me. Charlie. Charlie James Miller is my best friend, and partner in crime. I have known Charlie since we were four years old. It all started when my family moved from New York, New York to Kimberly, Idaho. My family was kind of tired of living in a big city with lots of annoying people. So we moved, right next to a rural area near a creek. This is when Charlie comes in. Charlie also moved to Idaho when he was four which is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.
"Willow! Don't make me get the water!" Charlie's voice came again, knocking me away from my thoughts. I immediately shot straight up and narrowed my eyes, while staring into his brown eyes. "You wouldn't dare..." I warn him never breaking eye contact. "I've done it before, and will do it again." Charlie replies sinisterly. "Remember last time you did that? Your wrist was so messed up, that once it healed, you had a click every time you rolled it, and still do to this day. Must I remind you again by breaking your other wrist?" I say with a smirk now forming upon my lips.
Yes it was true. I did break his wrist. I told you, I am not a morning person. It was all quite exciting though. My original intention was just to make him slip a few steps down the stairs but he ended up rolling all the way down and landing right on his wrist. Ah the good Ol' days. Plus, I was only 14 when that happened. Oops?
"Okay... I am not going to repeat that mistake again," I smiled with pleasure at Charlie's defeat. "But please hurry up or we are going to be late for school. Principal Rogan said if it happened one more time, we would have detention for a week!" Charlie reminded me. "Fine, fine, fine. You make some food while I get a quick shower, okay?" I say as if it were a mission for us. Charlie nodded and shot right out of my room and down the stairs.
I got up lazily and walked over to my dresser. I ended up picking out a simple black v-neck t-shirt, and some blue skinny jeans. Then grabbed my towel and got into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressed and ready to go. I picked up some black converse hightops and quickly slipped them on my feet. I'll save tieing them for first period. I hurried down the stairs to see Charlie eating some waffles he had previously thrown into the microwave.
I sat next to him at the breakfast bar and gobbled them up as fast as I possibly could. After we were finished eating, I slung my back pack over my shoulder, grabbed my keys off of the little key rack and out the door we went.
I drove a red, Jeep Wrangler, with a charcoal gray interior. And boy did I love it to pieces. It was the best car I could have ever asked for. And I treated it that way too. I always had it taken care of and clean. Plus I have never been in one accident with this car.
So I drove us both to school that day. Highschool. Highschool is sort of good, sort of bad, and sort of boring. I'm not exactly popular and closer to being an outcast. I don't get made fun of a lot, which is great, I mean almost everyone in the school knows not to mess with me. I'm not usually violent but they know to keep their noses out of my business. At least most of them.
Charlie, on the other hand, is kind of popular. He plays soccer so that's how most people hear about him. Or, usually the girls in my school, see him roaming the hallways and stop to drool and stare at his hot face. Yes, I have a very gorgeous best friend but that doesn't affect me like those girls. I've known him since we were four.
It's sometimes hard to believe that Charlie is also amazingly talented at the piano as compared to being a jock. Charlie and I took piano classes together when we were both five and kept taking them until there was nothing else left to teach us. We love using the time after school that we have to go over to the band/choir room and play the piano together. Although, sometimes Charlie goes without me when he's troubled or has to think hard about something. He's been doing that since he was 12. I'm not to sure why though. But even though we're best friends, if Charlie wanted me to know, he would have told me by now.
I never stop wondering though. What is it that has troubled Charlie so much since he was 12? Four years... Sometimes I get worried.
