charlies been your friend for a while, a really long while. so much that you invited him around your home in the summer break. mainly to hang out and also so he could meet your family. you hear the loud pounding on your large front door as you rush to open it, you see charlie. he’s dressed fairly smart, yet you don’t raise an eyebrow and take him to your room.

a few hours in to the hangout, you nip to the bathroom. as you wash your hands you hear your younger brother and sister giggling in your bedroom. as you open your door you see charlie, now covered in children’s makeup products sat on the floor as children treat him like a blank canvas.

“not a word..” he says as he looks up at you.