My Brother's Best-friend

Chapter 13

Charlie moved quicker than probably the flash when he heard Owen's voice through the door. His blankets caught around his legs making him almost fall. I cover my mouth to hide the laugh that's about to escape. He pulls the door and looks at Owen.

"I'm in here. We were talking about his song and dance he has to work on with Madison." I tell Owen, standing up and walking over to the door. "Oh okay, how's that going by the way?" He asks and looks at Charlie. "Good." Charlie nods a little and opens the door more to let me through. His cheeks had a slight pink tint to them and his hair was a complete mess. I smile and pat his shoulder briefly when Owen turns around. We walk to the kitchen to start working on some breakfast.

"Mom called to ask how you were doing." Owen says, pulling some fruit out of the fridge. "Did you tell her I was doing great?" I ask and grin at him before taking the fruit away from him. He looks at me seriously. I sigh softly and look at him. "She asked if you were taking your medicine. She knows how you can get." He says kind of quietly incase Charlie was around. It wasn't like I had anything hide, I didn't take drugs. I took anxiety medication. I had terrible anxiety. My panic attacks used to get bad enough to where I'd end up in the hospital because I would hyperventilate. Owen and I were the complete opposite of each other. He could sing, dance, act, and much more in front of people. I had to pop pills just to get on stage for three minutes. Anxiety wasn't anything for me to be ashamed of though. A lot of people struggled with it, I knew I wasn't the only one. I just didn't bring it up. I took my medicine like I was supposed to and went on with my life. Owen made sure of it.

"No hospital yet. That's a good sign." I say, trying to joke with him. He gives me another look making me put my head down. "Just promise me you'll keep taking your medicine while over here. It can get very overwhelming." He says, helping me wash off and cut up a few strawberries. I nod and stay quiet. He takes that as a sign I will and goes back to cooking. Honestly I knew I would. I hated the feeling of panic attacks. Not being able to breathe was the worse. The feeling of the walls closing in on me. I hated it. Usually my mom was the one who pulls me out of them, but since I'm over here, I didn't know what I would do if it happened. Owen could do his best. He would at least try. Owen carried medicine around of his own. Well an epipen. He was allergic to tree nuts and had to be extra careful with the stuff he ate. He would always make us nervous, especially my mom. When he was over here she'd had no idea what he was eating but make sure to call to check if he had his epipen.

Charlie walks out of his room dressed and ready for the day to help us finish with breakfast. I walk to my room to take my medicine before eating with them. Owen could usually tell if I didn't take my medicine. I would be a little more off the walls than normal. My leg would bounce, my hands would shake sometimes, and I fidget in my chair. I would feel more anxious and wouldn't be as calm. Once I took my medicine though, it felt more calm. I had been taking it since I was twelve. Owen was fourteen when I started which meant he got used to it.

"You alright?" Charlie asks once I join them. "Yeah." I nod and give him a little smile. He smiles at me. It was sweet he checked on me. We talk about what we've got planned for the day and finish eating.

"Mila, I was thinking you could come with me today? I mean you're a dancer and I need help with this dance." Charlie suggests, looking at me. I look up at him and nod. "That'll be fun. I didn't have anything planned today anyways." I say and walk my plate to the sink. "Well you guys have fun, Jer and I probably have to go practice some songs more anyways." Owen says after cleaning up his spot. Charlie nods and grabs his stuff. I put on some leggings and a crop top to be comfy while we practice the dance before walking outside with him. We get in the car and ride to the studio.

We walk onto set together. There was a huge room for us to practice in. Charlie walks over to plug his phone into a speaker.

"Okay ready?" He asks, looking at me. I nod and smile lightly. The song begins to play. He sings along to it quietly as he walks closer to me.

"Step into my world. Bittersweet love story 'bout a girl. Shook me to the core. Voice like an angel, I've never heard before." He holds his hands out. I pretend like my hands go through his, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. "Slower.." He says quietly. I nod and move my hands with his slower. Finally I place my hands in his. I hold one of my hands up, his reaching up to grab mine to spin me around. His arms move around my waist to pull my back against his chest. Charlie easily lifts me up and twirls us around. I giggle a little before he sets me down, grabbing my hand to spin me back around. He steps back from me and pretends to do this little roll thing before getting on his knees in front of me. I look down at him, my heart beater way faster than before, and not just because we were dancing.

"The truth is finally breaking through. Two worlds collide when I'm with you. Our voices rise and soar so high!" I take his hands and dance around him before moving in front of him. Charlie carefully moves his arms around my thighs to lift me up. I quickly grab onto his shoulders to hold my balance. He chuckles softly and holds me up, looking up at me.

"You've got to lift you arms." He says, with a chuckle before smiling softly. I slowly take my hands off his shoulder, lifting them high in the air. I feel his hands move to slide up the back of my legs, easily lowering me to the ground. That sent shivers up my spine. He holds my lower back and looks at me. I move my hands up his arms and back up to his shoulders.

"You're a good dancer.." He says.