DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

N I N E

Charlie's p.o.v.

After Mia fixed the cut on my cheek and the bloody scrapes on my knuckles, it was comfortable between us, but still slightly awkward. There was obviously tension, and Mia was obviously upset, but we had this unspoken connection now. I can't really describe it, but something is definitely different between us.

Camila and Shawn were too oblivious to press further on the matter, I guess they were too lost in each others eyes and whatnot.

We didn't hang out long after that, I gave Mia a long hug right before we walked out of the bathroom. One those hugs where I pulled her tightly to my chest and held the back of hair with one hand while rubbing slow circles on her back with the other hand.

Her head fit perfectly in the crook of my neck, and her arms wound tightly around my torso. After a moment, she began to shake slightly and sniffle into my gray t shirt. I let her cry for a few minutes, never wanting to let go.

Eventually she pulled away, wiped her eyes and laughed.

"Sorry about that." She said.

I noticed wet circles on my shirt from her tears mixed with black mascara stains.

"It's okay, as long as this comes out." I joked, and she let out a small giggle, exactly what I was going for. Her giggles are the best.

"It will, I promise." She smiled.

We exited the bathroom and when I finally got the message across to Shawn that it was time to go, we left.

Now it's 3 a.m. and I'm laying in my bed lost in thought as I stare at the ceiling in the dark room. The only sound is the slight buzz of my nearby fan. I tried to sleep, but the more I try, the more it seems impossible. I can only think about one thing, or one person rather, and its scaring the shit out of me. Mia has been the only thought that occupies my mind since everything happened a few hours ago. 

Eventually, my endless spiral of thoughts wears me out, and I drift off into a light sleep.

7:50 a.m. is the time on the clock when wake up. I groan, sore from yesterdays fight with Mia's boyfriend. Or I guess ex boyfriend now. Way to go Charlie.

Thank God I don't have class today because I honestly don't think I could bare it with the amount of sleep I had gotten. I roll over stretching my arms out in the process, but end up falling off of the bed and landing on the carpeted floor with a loud thud.

I sigh, knowing that this is probably how the rest of my day is going to be. Great. 

I take my time dragging myself off of the floor, showering, and getting dressed before heading into the kitchen where I know Shawn will be waiting to interrogate me about what happened last night. I'm sure he would have done it last night if he hadn't been so shoved up Camila's ass, not literally of course. I mean, they literally called each other right after we walked out the door and stayed on the phone all night. Who even does that? It made me want to go over to Mia's dorm, make Camila leave to go hang out with Shawn, and go comfort her myself. I didn't want her to feel like she was alone, but I figured it was probably best if I just stayed where I was. She probably needs some space. However, part of me can't help but wonder if we would both feel better than we do now if I had just gone over. 

I shuffle into the kitchen to the coffee maker like a zombie searching for some fresh brains, and choose the biggest mug I can find before filling it all the way to the brim.

"You look like you actually died." Shawn comments from the small kitchen table as he takes a bite of his bagel.

"I also feel like I actually died." I shrug, the deadness very clear in my voice.