You, being a friend of Stefani Lewis, meant sleepovers at your house, but tonight, you wanted to have a sleepover at her house, there was no specific reason, besides the fact that she told you about Charlie a few times and you wanted to see him. There was nothing creepy about it, she’s just never mentioned him before up until now, and it made you curious, because she said it like a warning.

A few days later, you were sat in her bedroom, back of your head against the headboard, chin resting on your chest, scrolling through social media on your phone carelessly, until, you came across a certain someone’s instagram account, ‘Charlie Reyes’, a picture of him, his dad, and Stefani stood by each others side at her Uncle Howard’s funeral, eyes a little damp, but a forced smile plastered onto their faces. You liked the picture unintentionally, but brushed it off, turned your phone off and out on to charge to let it rest on the nightstand beside the bed you were going to sleep on for the night.

Sooner or later, when everyone in the house was asleep (maybe), you woke up, restless tossing and turning kept you up. It was 4:03am when you checked the digital clock on your nightstand. You got up and sat on the edge of the bed, blood rushing to your temples. You stood up and creaked the bedroom door open, silently heading downstairs, craving a refreshment, a glass of ice cold water would do, it wouldn’t rid the headache, but it would do.

You stood at the kitchen island, staring at your phone, wide eyes, frizzy, brushed out curls that made you look like an 80s rockstar. You wore one of Bobby Campbell’s pink shirts, since it was pink and Julia gave it you. It was oversized, like, really oversized. It fell down to your mid thigh, and the sleeves reached the crook of your elbow. You wore nothing but underwear under the top since it showed absolutely nothing. Your septum was crooked, and, surprisingly, your collarbone piercing was still intact, although the other one was missing, oh well, it’ll be in the floor in Stefani’s room somewhere. You held the glass of water in one hand and took a sip from it. Sooner or later, you heard footsteps coming from down the stairs, and you turned around to see who the hell it could be at this time.

Sure enough, it was Charlie, frozen in his tracks, skateboard in one hand. He couldn’t see that well, he thought it might’ve been his dad stood at the island, but when he saw your new face, he was a little less freaked out. He wore a yellow beanie, a dark green band shirt, denim jacket and tight-fitted black jeans.

You, being completely out of it, decided to Mom him, so you spoke, voice firm.

You: “Where do you think you’re going, young man?”

You said, a jokingly tint to your sentence. He replied, playing along to your… weird antics.

Charlie: “I am sneaking out to go to the skating park with my friends. Who the hell even are you?”