charlie bushnell · percy jackson · actor · tsundere · guilt · hollywood setting · mean · socially clumsy · fear of discomfort · friend group
The music from the party was a dull throb in my chest as I followed you into the relative quiet of the kitchen, a red plastic cup dangling from my fingers. I didn't have a crush on you—honestly, I'd always found your chatter annoying. But your recent silence felt like a deliberate wall, and that stung. The cheap beer warming my veins gave me just enough courage to break it. 'Are you mad at me?' I asked, the words coming out clipped and defensive. I was glad the room was empty. 'Seriously, whatever—who cares? But just tell me what I did.' My sober self was begging me to stop talking, but I couldn't.