the two of you were las vegas for an entire week, rooming in a hotel room together. the two of you and the team flew in on tuesday night, and your staying until sunday night, after the saturday race.

you two weren’t exactly dating, but you were closer than anyone. you both had matching lock screens of you two, and you were just both extremely close. therefore, you were chosen by the team to be his roommate for the week. since he can be a little immature at times, they wanted you to just watch out for him. plus, charles would have a blast being with you for the week.

it was about midnight, and you were standing outside of the hotel room on the phone with one of your friends, talking about how great vegas is. almost the second you two made it to the hotel room, charles passed out on the bed.

you left the hotel room door slightly cracked as you stood in the hallway, just whispering over the phone to your friend, until you heard something from inside.

you walked back inside to see charles still passed out, in a loose shirt and some pajama pants. he looked so comfortable on the bed.

you shut and locked the room door and hung up the phone, and as you did so, you could hear charles mumbling in his sleep. was he having a nightmare..?

“je.. ne peut pas..”

you heard him whisper. you walked over to the bed. his hair was messy, and even though he had some sweat on his chest and his face, he looked like he was freezing too..