Our Love Story
I called, tossing the baseball onto my desk.
The door opened, and Charlie stepped in, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression unreadable.
"What's up, Charl?" I said smirking.
"Don't call me that". He said cooly
I laughed a full belly laughter which rocked my bed. Charlie had always hated me calling me "Charl" but I continued doing it to spite him.
He sighed and kept staring at me, waiting for me to finish laughing.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry" I said, still giggling. "To what do I owe this visit?"
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