Charlie's P.O.V.
"What's so funny?" I ask, standing
"You thinking I ever cared about that." He says, "I only trusted Oliver my whole life, if I were going to use you, I'd never let you in."
I smile slightly.
"You're so fucking lucky to have friends and family, but I'm lucky to have you." He says, "Even as a friend." He says, "Oliver is great but you change the prospective, I love that."
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Don't be." He says, "It's normal with the way you'r sister has treated you, I care for you, and that's rare." He huffs, "You should know by now I'd never use you, I'd never risk this opportunity of knowing you."
"I feel bad still." I scoff.
"Don't." He sternly, "I forgive you but I should be the one apologizing for giving you that idea."
"How do I know you're not just saying you're fine?" I raise my voice, frowning.
"Because I fucking love you!" He yells frustratedly.
I step back in shock, "What?"
He places his hands over his face, "Get to school."
"No." I say, refusing.
He sits in his chair angrily, "Go."
"Cole, you can't just say that and send me away." I say.
"Why?" He asks, "That's what my dad did!"
"Cole, you're not your fucking dad." I say, "I don't know much about him but I don't see anything bad in you."
He looks up at me, "You don't know shit about him."
"But I know you!" I say.
"Really?" He asks, in a non believing tone.
"Yes, I know that you're nice and hard to know." I say, "You deny your feelings and you care for the people around you even if you don't admit it." I continue, "You're so special it's crazy, you drive me fucking insane, you're so confusing." I pace around, "You're protective." I laugh, "I thought it was bad but you're just proving to me how much you care." I say, "I was too dumb to see how much you did."
"Charlie." He says quietly, "Please go."
"Cole." I whine, "Don't send me away."
"Charlie, you think I want to?" He asks, "Just.... go."
I sigh and walk toward the door.
He loves me?
"Charlie." He calls.
"What?" I ask, sternly.
"See you at lunch." He says.
"Yeah, bestie." I say sarcastically.
"Please... don't make this harder." He sighs.
"Are you joking?" I ask, yelling again, "You told me you love me and now you're send me away!"
"I'll see you." He says.
I storm out of the room as tears roll.
What the hell?
How could he just say that?
Why?
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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...
