DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

T W E N T Y N I N E

Camila: I'm coming over. Be ready to watch mean girls. Whore.

I'm excited to watch Mean Girls with my best friend, but I'm more excited for Shawn to take Charlie to studio without his knowledge.

I hobble on my crutches to the kitchen to prepare the snacks, because who doesn't pig out on a girls movie night?

"Is that popcorn for me?" Charlie mumbles into my neck as he wraps his arms behind me from behind.

"No baby." I giggle, laying my head backwards onto his chest.

"Why not?" He whines.

"Camila's coming over. We're gonna watch Mean Girls."

"Am I at least invited to watch? I love that movie." He says dramatically.

"Hm, let me think. No." I joke, and he squeezes me a little tighter.

"You're an asshole."

"Thank you."

He grins back at me and presses his lips to mine. Even though we've been together for over a month, I still get the most intense butterflies when we kiss. I can't help but get lost in his velvet lips, until I hear Shawn obnoxiously clearing his throat from the doorway of the kitchen.

I try to break away from the kiss for Shawn's sake, but Charlie refuses. He continues to kiss me, laughing with each breath.

"OTHER PEOPLE LIVE HERE YA KNOW!" Shawn pouts.

For added effect, Charlie reaches down and grabs my ass. I gasp, because he's never done something like that before. He's only ever touched me in a caring manner before. This is something completely different, it was... rather aggressive compared to how he normally is. That being said, I think I kind of liked it.

"Charlie!" I swat at his hand and he chuckles.

"Charlie, you're hurting my eyes." Shawn shields his eyes and groans.

"Shawn, this is payback for every time I've had to third wheel with you and Camila and watch you guys suck face."

"Fuck off." Shawn laughs, launching a banana at Charlie's face.

"Leave the goddamn bananas out of this Shawn." Charlie reprimands with a serious tone.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at the boys, when Camila lets herself into our apartment to see the boys in the middle of a throwing-whatever-they-can-get-their-hands-on fight.

"No fair, I wish I could live with you guys." She fake pouts.

"There's actually not enough room for you, sweetie. I'm so sorry." Shawn jokes.

She punches his arm and starts helping me with snacks.

"Are you guys leaving yet?" Camila questions the boys.

"Me? Where am I going?" Charlie asks with a scrunched up forehead.

"With Shawn because I don't want you here." She deadpans, and I snicker at my boyfriends face.

"Well alrighty then. Shawn I guess I'm going with you, since our girlfriends are assholes." He turns on his heel to go find his shoes.

Camila nods at Shawn and then winks at me with a grin.

I quickly hobbled to Charlie's room where I knew he would be putting on his jacket and shoes. He was looking through the mess of his closet for a hoodie and I quickly scavenged his desk drawer while his back was turned. He knew I was in here obviously, but he didn't have to know what I was doing. I find exactly what I'm looking for, a few pieces of folded up notebook paper.