1:15 PM.

On a Saturday

Philadelphia, PA

As usual, Charlie’s illiteracy has screwed you guys over. Who knew reading the word “pride” instead of “prize” could fuck up your whole night? A dance marathon, to keep the bar. God, you were tired; it felt like you’d been on your feet all day, which you have been. The song “Two of Hearts” by Stacey Q was playing as you and Charlie danced. He was slumped forward, head on your chest, hands on your shoulders, as his eyes were closed, practically half asleep standing up.