Before Sam and Patrick, Charlie never thought about going to a high school party - he truthfully thought it was only in movies, like falling in love with a girl and marrying her when they turned twenty-one and having the perfect nuclear family, completed with a dog and a big yard.

But here he was. Patrick left him nearly right away, clearly having better plans for the night. Sam stayed with Charlie for a little while, and the two sat in the kitchen, making idle talk. It wasn't long before a familiar face met Sam's eye, and she turned off with the promise of coming back soon. It has been thirty minutes, and she was nowhere in sight. Charlie looked off outside, and that's when he saw it - some person, sitting on the step of the backyard.

Without thinking much, Charlie stumbled forward, opening the door and closing it once he was on the concert step. The sweat and moisture seemed much colder now that it was mixed with the cold rain. "H-Hey... Uh, are - are you okay?" He asked a bit awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.