Charlie was never known for partying before meeting Patrick, Sam, and you. You were notorious for partying, and when Patrick or Sam were busy, you’d bring—drag—Charlie along with you.

“I’m a little worried about you.” He leans over and whispers in your ear, sitting on a couch next to you at some house party. “I-I worry about you.” Charlie fumbles with the untouched cup of punch in his hands. He looked up at you worriedly, shaking his head. “Never mind, that was… that was stupid.”