A/N: Hello loves! Thank you all so much for your lovely reviews! You're all so sweet! I've decided to continue writing drabbles, so I hope you continue to read and enjoy them!
He's eleven.
How could you leave the Palace to Arthur? He thinks bitterly, as if his mother could hear him-maybe she could?
He couldn't hate his mother for something as silly as a deed though. After all, how many eleven year olds actually had a deed in their name?
"You done with the chores yet?" Arthur called from his office. Startled, Charlie tripped over the bucket of soapy, grimy mud water. There was an angry sigh from the office, and next thing Charlie new, Arthur stood before him.
He grabbed Charlie by the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled him up roughly to his feet. "Look what you did now!"
Charlie didn't bother listening. It was the same thing all the time. "Clean it up now. We open in twenty."
Releasing Charlie's sweatshirt, Arthur stormed off back to his office to continue sorting papers from bills and paychecks.
RAGSRAGSRAGSRAGS
He's fifteen.
Charlie was finally in high school, and although he probably should've been excited, he wasn't.
Andrew and Lloyd were in the grade above him, so of course, his first day consisted of his step-brothers slamming his locker door on his fingers, or sticking their legs in front of his so that as he walked through the halls, he tripped and fell.
His backpack tore, but it wasn't new or anything. Arthur tossed him some old clothes and shoes of Andrew's and Lloyd's, and the backpack was hand-me-down too.
Even as some of the girls had given him shy glances, Andrew managed to make him look like a freak. Lloyd didn't help make things better either.
This was only the first day. Charlie could only imagine the next three years of his high school experience.
RAGSRAGSRAGSRAGS
He's sixteen.
Finally, Arthur had extended his curfew to midnight. This gave him more time to do what he wanted to.
Charlie was on his very first date with a girl named Alexis. She had long, wavy blonde hair, and sharp features, like cheekbones and jawline.
It was eleven-thirty, and Charlie was walking Alexis home. "I had fun tonight," Alexis said, smiling at her shoes-she was too shy to look at Charlie.
Her shyness was what attracted Charlie. "I had fun too," he replied. He decided to play her a song, as he kept his ukulele on him at all times.
It was like his best friend.
Andrew had broken his first ukulele, and he'd given Arthur, Andrew and Lloyd hell for weeks until Arthur had paid him enough money (after hours and hours of chores) to buy a new, better one.
"Maybe we can hang out again sometime," he said after a couple minutes of serenading Alexis. Her cheeks were bright red, but the cool, spring night made it difficult to notice.
"I would like that," she smiled, straightening her shoulders. They'd arrived at her house at exactly eleven-forty-five, which left Charlie fifteen minutes to get home.
He only needed ten. Alexis wasnt the type of girl to kiss someone on her first date-and Charlie was her first date-but the night had been fun, and so, with a quick peck to Charlie's lips, she said goodnight, and went inside her house.
Charlie smiled, still feeling her lips on his own. His first kiss had been quick, but sweet, and he was hoping they would all feel like this one. Sweet.
He walked home, strumming his ukulele that night, singing the happiest song he knew.
A/N: And that is the third set of drabbles of Charlie's childhood! Let me know what you thought? :)
Also, I'm typing this on my iPod, so please pardon any mistakes/errors and/or the shortness of this chapter.