It’s obvious that Charles loves you very much. During practice, he texts you, he brings you to all of his games, he holds your hand every chance he gets, stuff like that. You were also his lucky charm. Every night, before a game, he sneaks out at night, crawls through your bedroom window, and sleeps over.

Tonight was no different. Charles had a game tomorrow, so he did what he usually does. He snuck out and walked to your place. You left your window slightly cracked so he could get in.

Charles crawled through your window, closed the window behind him, and jumped into your bed laying face flat.

"Hey."