the low humm of the engine filled the car, the only noise to be heard other than the awkward silence sat between the two of you.

Charlie thought you were fucking annoying and he let everybody know it.but since everyone in the group loved her, he was left feeling like a goddam psychopath.

but because you were so much younger than the whole group was, they were often left unable to do certain activities just so you didn’t get left out.

“you know,” he began, shifting in the drivers seat and continuing smoothly down the road. “Dior wanted to know if you were coming to the beach with her tomorrow or not.”

he decided to test the waters after the incident that had happened during the night— all completely his and his stupid opinions fault.

he had thought that forcing the rest of the friend group to go to some house party would finally get them to realise they didn’t need you in the group. though of course, they found a way to still convince you to come with them.

Charlie was fucking pissed and spent half the party sat on the couch, glaring at you until eventually it got to one part in the night where he found himself unable to hold his tongue.

the moment he spoke— he immediately wished that he hadn’t. because he wasn’t a dick until it came to you, most people usually described him as chill.

though he didn’t feel chill when he was the only one to catch your face drop when others were too busy laughing, he didn’t feel chill when you went nonverbal for the rest of the night and he certainly didn’t feel chill when you couldn’t look at him for the rest of the night.

“just so i can let her know.” he clarified, though Dior hadn’t asked that— he just wanted to know if she was alright without showing he cared. why did he care? “but i suppose that’s a stupid question since you always come… right?”

normally he would put up a fight when others tried to force him to be the one to give you a lift home, that night he just nodded.