DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters in this fan-fic. Nor do I have anything to do with the production of Perks Of Being A Wallflower. I am just a fan wanting to write. The events that happen in this fic are all mine.
A/N: In this story, both Sam and Charlie don't know each other. They're now out of high school. Charlie is 21 and Sam is 24. This is REALLY short just because of the fact that it's just a prologue.
Sam opened her eyes as she saw a very handsome guy looking down at her with a worried look on his face. She sat up as the guy gave her some space. She looked around as she furrowed her eyebrows. She noticed that she was laying on a parking lot. "What happened?"
"You fainted..." he paused, "You looked drunk, very drunk actually and I saw you drop down and I just decided to wait here until you woke up."
Sam nodded, "Thank you, I guess. Do I know you?" Sam was very confused, who is he? Do I know him?
The good-looking guy shook his head, "Uh... no," he told her looking a bit nervous. "Do you have a ride home, I don't think it would be the best thing if you drove yourself home now."
"I have my phone with me I think. I can call someone up, don't worry about me." The guy loved the way her British accent worked with her. Sam looked through her bag which was laid next to her. "Damn it!"
"What?" he asked.
"I don't have my phone," she explained to him.
"How'd you get here?"
"I came along with my friend, in her car... she probably already left."
"Maybe I can give you ride home," he offered to her.
"No I can walk home..." she bit her lip.
"Don't worry about, I don't want you to get hurt or anything."
Sam didn't want to accept yet she knew there wasn't another way, she nodded. She started to stand up as she almost fell.
"Woah there..." he said as he tried helping her up.
"Thank you. Sorry for being such a bother by the way," Sam assured him.
"You're not a bother, don't worry." He walked her over to his car walking slowly. "I never got your name."
"I'm Sam. And you are?"
"Charlie."
"It's nice to meet you Charlie."
Charlie had decided to let her stay at his place for the night; he thought she looked a bit too weak to take care of herself at the moment. Sam had fallen asleep in the car ride so Charlie had to carry her into his house.
Charlie had a small guest room for anyone who ever wanted to stay over with him. Which was normally... nobody. Charlie had set her down on the guest room's bed and laid a blanket over her beautiful body. Charlie walked out of the room and went over to his own room. He pulled on his pajamas and went into bed feeling very eager to get to know this Sam girl.
The next morning Charlie walked out of his room seeing Sam sitting down in his kitchen table eating pancakes.
"Morning..." Charlie mumbled to her.
Sam looked up at him with a smile, "Morning. I went ahead and made pancakes... if you didn't mind. Believe it or not, I don't have a bad hangover."
Charlie chuckled and nodded. He thought she looked very cute as she sipped on her orange juice. Charlie had noticed she looked a bit nervous as he was serving himself pancakes. "Everything alright?" He asked her.
Sam nodded, "Yes—" she paused. "Actually... last night I got in an argument with my friend that had taken me to the bar. And well you see—I lived with her. But it was a very serious argument and I don't think she would allow me living with her." Sam had said that very slowly playing around with her food with her fork. "I was wondering if I could—"
"If you could stay here?" Charlie finished her sentence.
"Yes," Sam avoided eye contact as Charlie sat down on the other side of the table.
"I think that would be fine." Charlie nodded.
A/N: I hope you liked this, very simple sorry about that. I promise the next chapters will be MUCH more descriptive. Please review!
