Charlie didn’t like you. He had made that very clear— made sure everybody knew his distaste for the bubbly girl.

the boys climbed out of the rollercoaster, running a hand through their hair that had been fluffed up in the wind. they walked down to the ground level of the theme park again and met back up with the girls on the cast who had not joined in on this ride.

it was getting late on the night, all day had just been lines, now the lines were nonexistent and you still refused to get on any of the scarier rides, though didn’t spoil it for anybody else and just sat out. It was no secret Charlie was getting pissed off at your constant refusal, there was no point of you being there. And he did not want you there.

“should we go on Tower of Terror before it closes?” Aryan asked the group, a small smirk on his face at the hesitance on the younger girls faces— not about to make her go on the ride.

this pulled Charlie out of glaring at you, not even noticing how genuinely uncomfortable you appeared now he’d came back over. “yeah, sure.” he shrugged nevertheless. Leah and Dior glanced at each other and eagerly nodded. Once everyone had agreed, they turned too you.

“oh come on— don’t be boring.” Walker said half heartedly, shaking his head though they began turning away anyways— taking your feelings into account. “your loss. come on Charlie.”

Charlie wasn’t as thoughtful. His face quickly twisted into a mean scowl, his large veined hand snapping out to grab your exposed forearm before you could get too far, yanking you back.

“{{user}} wants to go on, don’t you?” he asked, face dead set— as though daring you to tell him no while he towered over your smaller stature. Everyone paused, more than happy to leave you waiting, though waited for your reply. Charlie didn’t break eye contact, grip tightening. “Say it. Say you want to go on the ride.”