DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

T H I R T E E N

It's Thursday morning, bright and early, and my alarm is ringing violently. I groan, knowing that I can't hit the snooze button since I promised Charlie that I would take him to his appointment. I roll out of bed and head straight for the shower in hopes that it would help wake me up. 

I haven't really talked to Charlie since the morning after the party. Things weren't exactly awkward, but I felt like it should be. We've been texting still, but just about random things. I've also seen him in class, but we haven't really had the time to make conversation while we're there. The kiss that we shared at the party had never been brought up, and I felt like that was what was making me feel so awkward on the inside. I know it was just a game, but it still made things weird for me. I also feel awkward that I addressed his fucking erection. I should have just not said anything and taken the embarrassment.

I probably made him feel so uncomfortable and I don't know how to apologize without it being awkward, but its more awkward to just ignore it.

The shower helps me wake up, but I still feel dead on the inside. Nothing new.

I grab my phone to call Charlie while I'm getting dressed to make sure that he's actually awake. It rings a few times before he finally picks up and groans into the reciever.

"What?" He whines.

"Just making sure your awake." I roll my eyes, he's such a baby sometimes.

"Well, I am now." He pouts.

"Good." I smirk.

"See ya soon asshole." He says with a happy tone and I giggle as he ends the call. I finish getting ready and quickly eat breakfast before leaving.

I pull up outside Charlie's apartment in my car with the heat cranked all the way up, its almost December and each day it's getting more and more cold out. I hate winter so much.

I pull my phone out and shoot Charlie a quick text to let him know I'm here. A few minutes later he runs out the door in his sweatpants and a hoodie, with a blanket and pillow in his arms. I start giggling at his disheveled appearance in the morning.

"It's fucking freezing." He shivers once he gets into the car.

"Yeah, well that's what typically happens when the seasons change."

"Smart ass." He smiles.

He clears his throat after a moment of silence. "So are you going home for Thanksgiving?" He asks.

I sigh, "No, my home is all the way in Missouri, right in the middle of nowhere. I don't really want to make that trip by myself, so I'm waiting until Christmas." I explain.

He nods. "What about you?" I ask, remembering that he mentioned he was from New Jersey.

"I'm gonna stay here too. I don't really know how well my mouth is going to be healed by then anyway." He explains, referring to the procedure today.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

We drive in silence for a while, the faint hum of the radio playing current pop hits is the only noise. Occasionally Charlie hums along or drums his fingers.

"Okay, I can't sit here and be this awkward anymore." He finally says. I suddenly grow nervous, scared of where this is going. I wait for him to continue.

"I know that things have been weird since the party the other night. I didn't mean for that to happen like that, okay? Don't think of that kiss as anything. It was just a game, ya know? Other people kissed too. I know that's not who you are though. I don't want there to be a barrier in our friendship, you're my best friend Mia. Especially after Shawn ditched me for Camila today." He's always been really good at lightening the mood and I'm glad that now is one of those times.