Playing with The Devil *Book 2*

*You Need to Fix Yourself*

Charlie's POV

"Get the hell up right now. I am not going to let you sit here and wallow all day." I heard Ben call before a pillow hit me on the head.

"Fuck off." I mumbled.

"Sit up now or else I'm burning the rest of the cosmic brownies." I instantly sat up and glared at my best friend. He didn't care that I was in just my bra and shorts. He never cared.

"You wouldn't dare." I said. He smirked and crossed his arms.

"I wouldn't but you're awake aren't you?" He challenged. I flipped him off. He came over and sat down on the bed before grabbing a pillow and setting it on his lap. He then pushed my head down so it was resting on the pillow and he began playing with my hair.

"What happened that night at the club? Ever since then you've been locked up in your room or working none stop." He said looking down at me but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. Flashbacks of that night flashed through my head. It was like I was watching it on repeat.

"Jacob said I was acting like a whore at the club." I mumbled. He hummed as if telling me to go on.

"Then I told him to go to hell." I finished before looking up at him. He looked in thought for a while before looking down at me. He pulled me into a hug and smiled.

"Come on. Let's get you out of bed. You need to fix yourself and stop being depressed. We are going to go have a nice dinner, on me, so dress nice." He said leaning down and kissing my forehead. I nodded and sat up making it so he could leave.

I smiled as my best friend left my room. I don't think I could have ever asked for anyone better.

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I changed into my black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that I found in my closet. I paired it with a simple pair of black ankle boots Ben bought me for my birthday.

Ben dressed in a plain grey hoodie with a red flannel over top. He wore black jeans and a pair of converse. He had on his Ray Ban sunglasses and his black hair was slicked back. If he were straight I would of simped hard. You would think he was straight until,

"Let's go bitch!" He opened his mouth. I smiled at my best friend and nodded.

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Before Ben and I went to dinner we walked around New York. Oddly it wasn't too busy, which is weird for New York. We stopped at some shops, not even looking to by anything but more of just spending more time out of the house.

At dinner though we both were beyond hungry. I got a wine while Ben got a beer. We didn't drink the drinks fast so we wouldn't get drunk quicker. We both plan on walking back home completely sober.

The waiter heavily eyed Ben while Ben was completely clueless about it. The waiter looked to be around our age, looked like a nerdy type of boy which I know isn't Ben's normal type.

After the waiter left I face Ben with a large smile. He raised his eyebrow at me before taking a sip of his beer.

"What?" He question obviously oblivious.

"Our waiter is so into you!" I exclaimed. His eyes left mine and he looked behind us where the waiter stood taking another persons order. The waiter smiled at something they said, two dimples showed up on both his cheeks. Awe he's cute.

"He's cute! You should leave your number." I suggested with a smirk. His eyes left the waiter and he looked back at me.

"Yeah you're right. He's cute. Do you have any paper?" He asked. I grabbed my bag and looked inside. I pulled out an old gum wrapper and a pen. He took it from me and wrote his number before setting it on the table above the tip.

As we left the restaurant I made Ben stop. We looked in the window at the waiter came over to our table. He picked up the gum wrapper and opened it. With a smile he slip the gum wrapper into his apron and began cleaning the table.

"Ah! Benny Boo has a mans!" I exclaimed as soon as we got back to the apartment. Ben had got a text from the waiter that we learned his name is Ezra. He is a year younger than us and lives not that far away.

Ben didn't want to admit it but he had the hots for the cute waiter. He said he was cute but I know when Ben says cute he tries to avoid the subject.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed!" Ben said dramatically standing up. I let out a small laugh.

   "No you're just avoiding the topic." I said shaking my head. He gave me an innocent smile before walking out of the living room.

  Never a dull day with that man.