DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

T W E N T Y

Charlie brought me back to he and Shawn's apartment after I was discharged from the hospital. He's making me sleep in his room, in his bed. I argued with him about it until I was on the verge of tears, but he refuses to give in.

"Shawn's always sleeping over at Camila's dorm anyway, I'll just sleep in his room." Is what he kept telling me.

I already feel like I'm disrupting everything here, and it's pissing me off that he won't let me just sleep on the couch. It's not like sleeping in a bed rather than a couch is going to help me walk again anyway.

Shawn's been here, trying to help out with getting my life for the next few months set up, but I think he felt awkward listening to me and Charlie argue about sleeping arrangements for the last hour so he slipped out as soon as he got the chance. Honestly, I don't blame him. Charlie and I have never gotten into real arguments before, but we've been in a couple since my reck. Let me tell you, they've been getting pretty heated. If my body wasn't so damaged I probably would've tried to throw something at him earlier.

Now, it's late and Charlie's attempting to get my medicine for me.

"Charlie, I can do it myself." I huff, not understanding why he feels the need to sort out each capsule for me.

"I'm just trying to help." He explains, getting fed up with my attitude.

I don't say anything back, because all I can think of are bitchy comments that will definitely get us arguing again.

Suddenly, I feel the urge to do something that I haven't been looking forward to; using the bathroom.

I'm still sitting in my wheelchair from earlier because when Charlie tried to help me out while we were arguing I screamed at him not to touch me. I don't want to admit it, but I think it's my fault that we've been fighting so much. Something is turning me into an absolute raging bitch, but I can't control it.

Since he's in the kitchen and can't see me, I stealthily try to wheel myself to the bathroom with one working arm and my suffering cracked ribs. However, I don't make it very far.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He says, growing exasperated.

"I'm going pee."

"Mia, you can't wheel yourself around, you're just going to hurt yourself even more." He sighs, walking towards me to grab the handles of my chair.

"I don't need your help going pee, Charlie."

"Just shut up and let me push you to the bathroom. Jesus, I don't know why you feel the need to fight everything." He says with an impatient tone of voice. Yup, I've definitely pissed him off today.

Once we get to the bathroom, I start to panic. I need to do this without his stupid help. How the hell am I supposed to get myself onto the toilet on my own? Fucking hell.

Charlie leans against the wall and crosses his arms with a cocky smirk.

Smug bastard.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to ask me for help because you can't do it own your own." He replies with a shrug.

"Well I don't want your stupid fucking help. Get out so I can use the bathroom." To this he automatically rolls his eyes. I expected nothing less.

"You're really going to pull this shit again? I know damn well you can not do this on your own. Stop acting like a brat." He complains.

I feel my rage start to boil for the the hundredth time today. "GET. OUT. NOW." I yell at him.