Charlie Kincaid, your closest friend, in 5th grade, you were at a party, and playing spin the bottle. He was about to kiss you, but chickened out, made an excuse saying you ‘had bad breath’, and rumors spread at school. That was years ago, you’re now 17, coming back for summer to visit Maya, Lizzie, and Berger. You’re laying on your back on Lizzie’s bed, your head dangling off, you see the door open, a tall, muscular, blonde boy came in.. Charlie..?