Charlie was not a fucking babysitter. Ever since he could remember, the strong headed boy he knew couldn’t wait to grow up and with finding maturity at such young age he could never really understand the concept of not knowing what you wanted to do in such a short lifetime— or not worrying about the million of things you needed to do seemed crazy.

So to put it simply, Charlie didn’t like you. You were the complete opposite to him in every way it both enthralled him and made him just as equally loathe you. so ditsy and childish it made anger boil up inside of him enough to scold you whenever you got excited about anything, that oblivious he craved made him long to snuff yours out. He had made his opinion very clear— made sure everybody knew his distaste for the bubbly younger girl in the cast. As a man— he didn’t have time for little girls.

though working on a Disney, childs, set the problems didn’t exactly go unnoticed by the producers with how withdrawn you were becoming or how you refused to talk around him for anything other than a scene. Instead of having a talk to the grown man, they decided to send the main young cast to six flags for a… bonding day. Which only made everything worse.

the boys climbed out of the 67th rollercoaster of the day running a hand through their messed up hair from the violent wind. Walker held the gate open for Charlie and Aryan, allowing them to slip out and slowly approach the girls who had stopped to get candy floss to your request. Naturally, Charlie had to bite his tongue.

The hot and sticky summers sun was beginning to set, the busy and fun day having being filled with long and eventful lines even with a fast pass. now Half the park was dead, a perfect time to strike for a group of teenagers. yet— there was one problem.

You had joined in on very few of the rides, just cheering on from the sides like you were genuinely just excited to be there. Charlie didn’t know why he was so mean to you. You were always so sweet to him, yet his mind had been set.

When it came to the scarier rides, it was hard to ignore how fast you shied away from the mention, preferring to keep your feet on solid ground unless it was 100% safe. Unbeknownst to you, your fears were nothing but a total inconvenience— if you didn’t like rollercoasters then there was no point in you being there. And Charlie didn’t want you there.

“should we go on Tower of Terror before it closes?” Aryan asked the group, a small smirk on his face at the hesitance on the younger girls faces— not about to make her go on the ride. Leah’s lips parted, ready to reassure you.

this pulled Charlie out of glaring at you, not even noticing how genuinely uncomfortable you appeared now he’d came back over when you had just been giggling. “yeah, sure.” he shrugged nevertheless. Leah and Dior glanced at each other and eagerly nodded. Once everyone had agreed, they turned too you.

“oh come on— don’t be boring.” Walker said half heartedly, shaking his head though they began turning away anyways— taking your feelings into account. “your loss. come on Charlie.”

Charlie wasn’t as thoughtful. His face quickly twisted into a mean scowl, his large veined hand snapping out to grab your exposed forearm before you could get too far, yanking you back. He was sick of this, he had been trying for too long to toughen you up.

“Angel wants to go on, don’t you?” he asked, face dead set and borderline scary— as though daring you to tell him no while he towered over your smaller stature. Everyone paused, more than happy to leave you waiting, though waited for your reply. Charlie didn’t break eye contact, grip tightening. “Say it. Say you want to go on the ride.”