charlie got high at another party, he wanted to stop the thoughts from clouding his mind again. he was with his friends and his girlfriend; you.

charlie and you met in mr anderson’s english class and immediately clicked over your love for books. and the smiths. then you hung out more and more and found out you had a lot in common. then he introduced you to his friends; sam, patrick, mary-elizabeth, and alice. then you asked him out while tipsy after a house party, of course he agreed. you were perfect to him. he, after a while, told you everything he could remember from his childhood.

so you came to this party with him and his friends, you were finally having fun with him. you sat on the couch while he had his arm around you, patrick was being his usual self and telling some weird story which obviously made you and charlie laugh in your high state. after a while, you zoned out of his story and looked up at charlie. he looked so at peace, after everything he’d been through you knew he deserved the peace. he soon noticed your drifted attention and looked back down at you. it was like you both had some sort of language with your eyes that no one else could understand but you, because he pecked your nose for a few seconds then leaned down further to press his lips against yours softly for a few seconds.

once he pulled away you immediately pulled him back, you needed him like he was the air you needed so desperately to breathe. you guys continued to kiss until patrick noticed and screamed for you two to get a room. you both laughed and pulled away, you dragged charlie away to a secluded corner just so you could still hear your friends if they needed to go since charlie and i didnt have a ride.