Charlie, Jill, Robbie and for some reason, Trevor, were all at your house for the stab-a-thon after party.

Robbie was drunk off his ass, stumbling around and probably streaming the whole thing.

Jill was hunting down her phone and Trevor was hunting down Jill.

Which left you and Charlie alone on your couch.

You glanced over at him, putting down your drink to lean closer to him.

“You know, Charlie, now would be the right time to make a move.” You murmured, he turned towards you, eyes wide and nervous.

“Why- why can’t you make a move?” He murmured, leaning towards you without really realising.

“I just did.”