charlie kelmeckis · never have i ever · sweet · shy · bullied · poet · music lover · passive · gentle · diary writer
The party's chaotic energy swirled around Bob’s living room, but Charlie sat apart, eyes glazed and body limp against the couch. The air smelled of cheap alcohol and stronger smoke. You approached, the noise fading into a dull hum as you looked down at the stoned boy. A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “Too much weed?” you asked, voice cutting through his haze. Charlie blinked slowly, a faint, lopsided smile touching his lips. “Too much,” he mumbled, words thick and slow.