Charlie's P.O.V
We finish our food and chat. I'm stuffed now, I could sleep right here.
"You ready?" He asks, standing.
I nod and stand up, "I'll pay."
"I ask you out." He says, "I'm paying."
I shake my head, "I ca-"
He places down the money and we walk out in silence. I get into the car with a smile, it went great. He smiles over at me while starting the car.
"This was nice." I beam.
He nods, "Yeah."
Oliver's P.O.V.
I didn't understand the point of locking the doors from the inside but either way, it would stall him for a second. When I sit down next to him, he balls his fists.
"Dude, you need to chill." I say.
"I can't." He breathes.
"I understands but she's not your-"
"I know!" He yells, "Don't you think that? I know!"
I lean away from him as he yells. Him yelling wasn't normal but it had happened enough.
"Cole, you're falling." I say.
"Dude." I says, trying to be calm, "I have to go."
"That's not a good idea." I warn.
"I don't care, I can't." He says, shooting up toward the door.
Great. He's gone.
Cole's P.O.V.
All that controls me, is the thought of her kissing him. As I speed down the rode on my bike, my only goal is to get there.
When I pull up, Tyler's car sit on the curb. I hear voices coming from the porch. Looking around the bushes, seeing Tyler and Charlie talking. The fact that he's even near her makes me mad.
At least they're not kissing.
As I think that, I see Tyler eyeing her lips. Mine.
I burst our from the bushes and lunge and Tyler.
Charlie's P.O.V.
He keeps glancing at my lips as we stand in silence. He begins to lean in, do I want to kiss him?
As I go to kiss him, he's pushed away. I look down in fear, Cole is on top of Tyler. His fist was thrown multiple times at his face, causing me to scream.
"Stop!" I yell.
"Cole Smith, if you don't get off of him we're done!" I scream.
He climbs off and stands with a busted lip.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"I... Oliver... he said.." He trails off.
"Go." I say sternly.
He has truly disappointed me. Before, it was just a shove and now he's hurting people.
"What?" He asks.
"Go." I repeat, "Now."
He turns and rushes away. I kneel down to where Tyler sits.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"You'r friend throws good punches." He laughs.
Bloody scrapes and cuts cover his face. I touch them lightly and he winces.
"It's okay, I'll get home and clean up." He says.
"No, I can-"
"It's okay Charlie, you need some sleep." He smiles.
"Okay." I sigh.
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More Than Emotional Support
Romance"What if I said he likes you?" He asks. "I would say it's obvious." I laugh. He places his hands on the wall, boxing me in on each side of my head. "What would you say if I told you, you looked hot tonight?" He asks. I breathe harshly while staring...
