DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

T H I R T Y F I V E

"In its fifth week, Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth's 'See You Again' has sold 464,000 copies and rose from number ten to number one on the Billboard Hot 100."  The radio talk show host announces and Charlie turns the volume up and pulls over onto the side of the road. He grabs my hand and we both squeal like little girls.

When See You Again dropped a month ago, it immediately started to do well. But we had no idea this was the response it would get. I personally preferred Charlies solo version, but this was beyond awesome.

We were on our way back from the recording studio when we heard Charlie's name, Charlie's song, on the radio. Of course we had heard it come on the radio before, but every time was still as exciting as the first.

Charlie had recently started taking me to the studio with him, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It warmed my heart that he allowed me to experience this part of himself.

"NUMBER ONE. I'M FUCKING NUMBER ONE." Charlie fist bumps the air and I chuckle, enjoying his excitement.

"Congratulations babe." I kiss his cheek and he grins.

"Alright let's go, we gotta celebrate." He puts the car in drive and speeds off down the road.

"Celebratory sex?" I question.

"Of course not! Why is everything about sex with you?" He jokes, giving my upper thigh a squeeze.

"Um, excuse me? That's your answer for everything." I retaliate.

"Okay, but the last time we tried to have celebratory sex because of my musical accomplishments, your grandma cock blocked me. So no, not right now, anyway." He shudders at the memory and I chuckle.

"You weren't the only one she cock blocked. She cock blocked Camila too." I laugh while remembering frustrated Camila giving me a phone call about how my grandma was taking away her precious time with Shawn.

"No kidding. Shawn's probably gonna ask her to be his best woman when him and Camila get married." We both chuckle at the idea. It's always nice to have a laugh at Shawn's expense.

. . . . .

"Are you ready yet?" Charlie whines for the fourth time as he pokes his head through the bathroom door.

"Yeah, stop being a baby." I chuckle as I pop in my earring.

"But you took forever." He pouts.

"You're the one who said to look nice!" I argue.

"True. You look smokin', by the way." He winks, pulling me into his chest.

"Likewise." He looks pretty damn good in a button up shirt if I do say so myself. He didn't switch out his black skinny jeans, but still managed to look very fancy. I eye him from head to toe, resisting the urge to beg him to stay in for the night.

"I like this dress." He smiles, observing my loose fitted, black spaghetti strap dress with a scalloped neckline. I never thought I'd say this, but I kind of missed wearing heels. There was no way I would be able to do that now.

"I wasn't sure that I wanted to wear a dress." I admit, looking at the braces on my legs. Granted, you would see my braces no matter what I wore. It just frustrated me that I couldn't even look sexy because these damn things are always in the way.

"You look fucking hot, and so do your braces. Now come on Forrest, we have reservations." He kisses my forehead and walks away before I can punch him for referring to me as Forrest Gump.

Even though he's annoying as shit, he makes me laugh, even if it is because he's making fun of me. I don't mind, I just need his smile, and I'll smile.