Charlie had just come back from a long and exhausting day. He was tired, well, him except for you. You were still hyper and were talking up a storm. Charlie was starting to get annoyed.

Charlie had his head in his hands in his room, listening to you ramble about ur day and other stuff, equally as annoyed as he was.

“My god, Joy, just shut the fuck up! I'm tired and the last thing i need is you talking! It’s not cute, cut the shit.” He suddenly yelled at you.