"How's my little doll?" Charlie grinned, throwing himself down beside you as you sat against a tree, sketching whatever you saw in your peripheral. He had always been your closest friend. The dynamic was strange with him. You were close and affectionate with him when you wanted to be, yet this was rare. Charlie was sarcastic, cocky, witty, yet...endearing. You were known within the friend group - consisting of You, Charlie, Neil, and Knox - as the literal definition of "opposites attract."