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Now* “Mom, please help me understand. Did something bad happen?” “Gosh no Charlee, nothing like what you’re thinking. I’m just trying to help you understand, and tell you the story of the last night I saw your father. It had been weird, different, we had gotten into a fight at a party, and he told me he was in love with someone who died, and he also let it slip that she looked like me, we didn’t talk for an entire week, but the next day he was leaving with his family back to Louisiana and I knew that if I ever wanted to see him again, it had to be that night.”

Chapter 8 Megan: third person's point of view. — Still pulling Mr. Hot Cheetos on his long sleeves, the both of them turned left on a wide alley, following the icy sidewalk near the corner and passing by a big library. Small amounts of snow are still falling from the empty sky as she inhaled the cold, sweet air of the not so busy street. She glanced back at her companion, slightly confused with his silence. Shrugging, she didn't remove her exposed hands from the taller guy's arm.

He accepts my offer after much bribing and I instantly head out. Sitting in my usual corner, I search the dance floor. It’s later than I wanted to arrive, but when there’s no sign of Charlie or her friends, I take a breath of relief. There’s just something about witnessing her enter the large overcrowded room that pleases me. With what feels like eternity later, I see her friends, including Juliet, arrive and indulge themselves with drinks. They dance to the music without missing a beat and when not a single one of them looks at their phones or the door, a gut-wrenching conclusion that Charlie isn’t coming causes my excited jitters to die. A quick glance at my watch tells me it’s after two-t

She peeked out, questioning, “Uncle Joey! Have you seriously been asking those questions to all visitors? Under whose orders?” “Oh, hey, Charlie. Haha.” Joey looked guilty. “You’re exempted from security screening. Go ahead.” “Answer me!” Charlie demanded. “Oh, you’ll miss the game! You better go,” Joey said, evading Charlie’s questioning. “Best of luck to Taylor!” Charlie gave up because she was in a hurry. She went to the gym and passed out t-shirts and banners, rallying Taylor’s team. Just before the game, She flashed the shirt, making sure it was clearly visible to Taylor, and it read: “Charlie’s Bitch!”

They did not wish to miss out on the slightest interesting aspect. It was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone was waiting for the battle between Lucas and Charlie. Suddenly, Charlie moved. As a Gene Fighters at the Rank 7 of the Earth King Ranked Realm, Charlie was naturally very fast. In an instant, Charlie arrived in front of Lucas. Charlie threw a punch towards Lucas. Of course, he was holding back. After all, he still didn't know how strong Lucas was. However, he'd never thought that Lucas would still stand where he was stably.

Charlie said. "What is it?" I asked, getting impatient and annoyed by his lack of sharing information with me. He's always had that problem. Even when we were kids. He'd hide the most important details from me. "Well, I was doing some research on things going on in the mafia which sounds suspicious, but that's not relevant at this moment. I believe..." Charlie started, before I heard the door collapse and a gun being cocked. And I heard his phone drop, but I didn't hear any gunfire.

I muttered. With how I'm feeling after the roller coaster ride, I will surely puke if I would ride something that wild again. "Oh yes, I got an idea!" Charlie jumped in glee and hugged our father's torso. She looked up and stared in his eyes before asking him something. "Can we play those carnival games we saw earlier where we can get stuff toys as a prize? Pleaseeee!" Charlie pleaded and hugged father tighter. "Those games might be rigged," Dad teased her making Charlie jump up and down while hugging him.

Charlie notices this and laughs, "Stop being a lazy butt and help me, Charles." They were able to get the fort standing tall and his books in the fort and a glass of apple juice in there. I'm sure you can tell it's a pretty big fort. Twenty minutes later, Charlie makes sure all the doors are locked then she dims the lights a little. They both crawl into the fort with the intention of being serious. Well... That would have been successful if Charles hadn't kept giggling out of the blue. They'll both be reading a passage and he'll just start giggling loudly with his cheeks red.

She glances at the clock. "Actually, it's fifty-two." "Anyway, it was fast. Did you run from home?" "I did." I lean at the sofa, then look at the TV. "You're watching 'Game of thrones'? You said it was nasty, over sexual, bloody." "Not just that. There's so much cruelty," she drops a popcorn in her mouth. "But I kinda like it now. Ha ha." "Anyway, what's up with Charlie?" "He didn't tell you? He got dumped. Pretty amazing though," she laughs.

I smile at him as I do. I stare at him while he thinks about his next move, and I assume he does the same. The game lasted just under an hour. In the end, I won. Or did he let me win? “Good game. We should do it again sometime.” He says hopefully. We may have said nothing during our game. I was more interested in finding out if I could enjoy his company. “I would like that,” I answered him. I got up and took a couple of slow steps towards the door. “Darcey. I will do anything. Just please forgive me.” Charlie says as he drops to his knees.