Charlie's POV
So I talked to Michael for awhile then watched a little TV. Then Ben, Jess, and Willow came out of the kitchen with a tray of chips and some dip. Jess set the tray on the small table in front of the couch. Ben was trying to smack Willow's hands away from the dip as he set it down.
"You're such a pig, Willow." Ben scoffed. "Same to you, chubs." Willow replied, giving Ben's stomach a light slap.
Although he is definetly the opposite. Ben has rock solid abs. So calling him fat was like a joke.
Ben laughed and sat next to Jess on the couch, and Willow next to me. We all watched a few movies together and a couple reality shows. The girls kind of took over and began watching Amerca's Next Top Model.
After awhile everyone started to leave. Willow and I said goodbye to everyone and then we were both just sitting on the couch alone.
Willow let out a groan. "I'm so bored!" Willow exclaimed. "You could go to bed." I tried to suggest. But that was kind of a stupid suggestion. Willow is a night owl. Loves night, hates mornings. "No. I want to do something fun." Willow said. "We could watch a scary movie." I said. Willow hates those but she still liked watching them for some odd reason. "Fine. You pick it this time. You hated the one I picked last time." Willow accused. "I didn't hate the movie. Sure it was a good plot, just not enough jump scares." I tell her casually. "That's why I picked it." Willow replied.
So I finally found the scariest movie I could find and sat back down next to her.
Willow was shaking the entire time. I put an arm around her to give her a side-hug, but when I tried to pull my arm away, she grabbed it, and wrapped it right back around her shoulder. I knew she didn't like me that way and was just scared from the movie, but man did that feel great.
She wanted me to keep her safe and feel better. I liked how much our trust had grown over the years. We trusted each other with everything. Willow even trusted me with her phone. Nobody trusts anyone with their phone these days. But Willow did, and I would never abandon her trust. Not even if someone told me it would kill me.
We continued watching the movie until the end. When it was over, I looked down at Willow, who was clenching part of my shirt tightly and biting the nails of her free hand.
Willow picked up the habit of biting her nails when she was nine. She only bit them when she was scared or nervous. So she didn't bite them too often, which was good.
I turned the TV off and got up. I offered my hand out to Willow to help her up, which she gladly took. We both went upstairs. Willow went into her room and I into the guest room that I practically lived in.
Tonight was great nonetheless. I had an okay day at school. But who really likes school? And a great time with my friends after school. But the best part of my day? It's always playing the piano with Willow. Sh always seemed to some how, feel, the music. She acted like it was just apart of her. Like it was meant to be with her, inside her, consume her sometimes. It was truly amazing.
Willow got into music very quickly considuring her parents are both very into music, despite their jobs. She inherited their passion, and with both parents deep into music, they made a very musical child.
A beautiful soul is what Willow's parents made, and I couldn't be any happier with that.
