Smiling Friends Charlie Novels & Stories

I can tell they are not as friendly as they one would think. Apparently these two stopped being friends out of the blue. Charlie believes Simon turned his back on him when he found new friends and got popular in school. I don’t know what happened but I do know I don’t like Charlie at all; he has an air about him that makes me uncomfortable. He keeps looking at me with so much interest, he doesn’t care that Simon is sitting right next to me. He’s being creepy and I don’t like it.

There was a text from Charlie. Charlie: Van says you're coming to the party. Meet me and Stub out front and grab a ride with us. I did a short happy dance unable to hold in all my feelings. Me: On my way Charlie and Stub wrapped me in huge hugs when I saw them. "What a game," Stub said after Charlie put me down. "I've missed you both so much." I had. Yes, I had friends at my job now, but Charlie and Stub were more than friends. I felt entirely at home with them. They made me feel part of their family.

“Sweetheart, I saw he was the one that drove you here. What happened to your car?” “God! His car rocks. Charles, your sister is really a celebrity.” One of his friends exclaimed. Charlene ignored him as she focused only on Charles. “I want to talk to you, alone.” Charles gulped down hardly, he glanced at his friends and spared them an apologetic countenance. “It's fine bruh.” The other friends said. “We're going to catch up later. Charlene, you look really hot today.” “Thanks.” She replied apathetically. His friends walked away.

Charlie took one look at Jackson and purred. “Well hello, there Mr. Hottie.” She turned to me and wagged her brows. “Caught a big fish already I see I was barely even gone for 10 minutes and you’re already dancing in the arms of hotness.” “Charlie,” I groaned in warning. I detangled myself from Jackson and took the plate of marshmallows, it was more of a bowl than a flat plate since the edges were curved. “Jackson meet my friend Charlie, Charlie Mr. Hottie here is Jackson and he’s from another school,” I glanced at Jackson. “Sorry from what school again?”

“Mom, these are my friends. This is Maya, Ethan and Liam.” “Hi Mrs. Hale.” The three said in unison. “I’ve heard a lot about you all, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m very happy that Charlie has made some good friends. She’s been having a rough time the last few years. And you can call me Jessica.” “Charlie is absolutely amazing. We love her very much.” Maya said with so much pride in her eyes and in her voice.

Cooper looked genuinely concerned. As she gathered all her mom's orders, Charlene smiled, "That's okay Mrs. Cooper, Tommy's just helping out." The middle-aged woman shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe the odds of Charlene Ludlow's first time out of her house and bumped into Tom Raven at her store. "How are you, Charlie?" That awkward question made Charlie laughed, "I'm fine, how are you?" His friends were looking in through the window, yelling and teasing. "Are those your friends?" Charlie leaned to look.

Charlie stood quietly at the gate, his small figure almost lost among the crowd. He waited patiently, as he always did, hoping to catch sight of his mom. Usually, she would arrive right away. But today, time stretched longer than usual, and his shoulders began to slump. One by one, his classmates left with their parents. Charlie’s friend waved goodbye cheerfully. “See you tomorrow, Charlie!” Charlie looked up, spotting his closest friend from preschool. He raised his hand to wave back, but his mood was far from cheerful. His wave was slow, his expression glum.

They should not be taken away from the right to make friends just because the media would make up stories about it. Charlie said, "I see that you're not in a good mood lately. Is anything bothering you? Tell me. Maybe I can help you." "Unhappy?" Vicky was stunned. "Am I?" Charlie nodded. After keeping quiet for a few seconds, she said, "Is it that obvious?" Charlie smiled. "No, but I can feel it." Just as Vicky was about to say something, Charlie's phone rang. She had no idea what the other party said to Charlie, but Charlie gave a brief response. "I'll come back now."

"Of course! We're friends now, aren't we?" "Yeah, friends," I repeated, a genuine smile spreading across my face. Bernice gave me a playful salute. "See you around, Charlie. Don't burn down the kitchen while I'm gone!"

Matteo barked. I spotted Gabrielle clapping in excitement from the finish line. The crowd split. Smoke swallowed me as I cut through the finish line and then I pressed the brakes—hard enough I almost toppled over. Almost. The crowd immediately encircled me, cheering. The moment I got down, Dante slapped my face, glaring at me. "That’s for almost making me shit my pants." I almost smiled. The rest of my brothers came, most of them slapping me first. Just after them, Gabrielle squeezed through the crowd.