Adopted by Emma Watson.

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"Where are you going this early?" I nearly pissed myself, Emma was up super early for no reason.

"So-soccer practice," I muttered, looking like I'd seen a ghost, "I- I didn't know anyone was up."

"It's okay Charlie," she laughed, setting her coffee on the counter, "just be safe."

"No promises," I shot her finger-guns, she shot daggers back, "Alright. I'll try not to break myself, see ya," I bolted out of the house, rushing down the steps, running to Olivia's car.

"Rob a bank or something?" She laughed, as I swung open and then slammed the car door.

"N-no Emma might kill me, just go!" she drove off. We had an hour of practice before classes, but with time to go home and shower, which I planned on.

After that, classes went by fast, we also had practice after school as well. I texted Emma, not to tell her about practice, but to feed Emily, I completely forgot about her, such a bad parent. Moving on from that, most of the girls on the team liked me, I wasn't too bad. Coach said I might start, which is good.

Olivia and I partnered up for some of the stuff we were supposed to do, which of course we didn't. Which resulted in us running more laps than we could breath for. I was sweating so much my shirt clung to me, and it was uncomfortable so I maybe sorta kinda just a little bit took it off. I don't mean to boast or nothing, but I kinda have a nice lookin stomach a little bit.

Silly me forgot to tell Emma the time to come get me, so she walked to the field while we were still practicing. Olivia's smart ass thought it smart to scream, "Damn, look at Charlie's mom," earning a few giggles from the team.

"I didn't realize practice was still running," she looked at me, I smiled back at her. You'd think maybe, she'd leave right? No interest in watching a bunch of high school girls fight over a ball right? No, she didn't leave, she in fact stayed, miss thing, was thanging. At this moment I realized how much I missed Emily, my lizard, that I forgot about more times than I could count. Not that matters, I still love her.

Olivia did some weird wink at me and smirked, and then kicked the ball to hit my stomach. I dropped dead, then and there, from the sheer embarrassment. But I didn't throw up, not like one of the teammates, I looked up to the stands to see Emma laughing her ass off.

"Laugh it up, did you forget you're supposed to be on my side," I winced standing up, chasing after Olivia. She put up a good fight, but in the end I was just a little bit faster than her.

"No, NO! I am sorry, Charlie I am sorry, please don't kill me," I smirked, looking down at the pleading girl.

"You have to go ask Emma out now because of that," I laughed, looking at her.

"W-what she's your mom. that'd be weird," Olivia laughed, making a weird face, in the end she ended up realizing I wasn't kidding and that it was the only way to get out of me beating her up. "Fine!" she groaned, stomping towards the stands. I grabbed my shirt, lifting it back over my head, walking with her to the stands.

One of our other friends joined us, her name was Ruelle, she wanted in on the action. Emma watched us intently wondering what the hell we were up to. Olivia went up to the caller box- the place where they announce the name of the players- and turned the mic on.

"Check, check, is this thing working, can you guys hear me?" she said, everyone could hear it. I gave her a thumbs up, before looking back at Emma, "I have a message for Charlie's hot mom, Emma," Ruelle began to snicker beside me, "Will the real slim shady please stand up? Please stand up, please stand up? Please stand up? Naw I'm just playing, anyways back to what I was saying, Emma, Emma Watson, I have the utmost important question, don't laugh," she had to move the mic away from her mouth, I could tell she was laughing as hard as we all were, "sorry, someone just texted me, anyways, back to my question, I was wondering, as anyone in this day and age would, does that fine ass have a boyfriend, because I am not a photographer but I can picture us together, at pick-up line creds to the one and only Charlie Watson, number four on the team, but speaking to you is yours truly, numba twelve," I could tell, that she was dying of laughter.

I lost it, I began to fall off the bleacher I was sitting on, Emma just stared at me with a wide grin. Olivia walked out of the box, and came over by me, laughing because I was, Ruelle had long since passed away due to laughter.

"What is wrong with you guys?" the coach asked, most of the girls on the field were laughing, "That's five laps for you Watson, and you too Benson," she pointed to the both of us, I gave her a challenging look, we began fighting to get off the bleachers, I beat her, and began my run taking my shirt off again as I was far in front of her.

I love my friends.

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sorry I haven't been updating, I have stuff written I just need to finish them, having some good ole writers block, enjoy charlie and the dumb asses (ohh should we make them a band?)