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When we got locked in that old creepy orphanage, I had a really hard time pretending I wasn't secretly enjoying spending some time alone with Charlie. It hadn't been just the two of us since ages and it did feel good to be able to talk to her without having Maddie or Jess or any of the girls involved in the conversation.

Like I said, when I was 14 I wasn't really that much of a skirt chasing cad, and I sure wasn't really interested in girls either. Most of the time I would just ignore any of them, but with Charlie's friends it was a whole different story. It was plain war. I felt as if making their lives living hell was the purpose of my existence: I actually was damn good at that and plus you can't expect a kid not to make fun of a bunch of squealing chicks that would refer to themselves as The Sleepover Club.

The thing is, back then all I knew was that ever since Maddie Lee got into the picture, I simply got kicked out of Charlie's life. When we got to first grade we were still like peas and carrots, and at one point the teacher gave up trying to separate us, seeing as Charlie would just never let go of my hand. Beside the fact than I was one year older than her, I knew she looked up to me because she was so damn scared of everything. I could tell she didn't like school at first. If it had been for her, we would've spent our whole life together in our tree house. Indeed, little Charlotte Marie Anderson wasn't really that much of a social kid when she was 6. She'd constantly hide behind her messy blonde curls and her eyes would always be downcast whenever anybody else other than her family and mine would be around, let alone in a class full of kids that did know how to be mean even at such a young age. I could tell they really got to her. I can't really remember what they would tease her for exactly, but I think it was mostly because she was always quiet and would stick to me like glue. I myself did try my best every single time when it came to protecting her from those spoiled brats but I knew I was only making it worse. The more I tried to defend her, the more they would tease us for looking like a couple. You know, the whole "Jason and Charlie, sitting in a tree…" kind of thing.

Then one day I was trying to comfort her as she was crying because those kids wouldn't leave us alone, and that was when Maddie popped up out of nowhere and apologized to her for being so mean. Now, Maddie was one of the cool kids that would pick on us, so it kind of came as a shock for both me and Charlie to see her actually being sorry for everything. Next thing I knew, the adorable little girl that used to be my best friend was simply taken away from me. With Maddie as her new playmate, Charlie's social skills boosted. When you're 7, girls only have girl friends and boys only have male friends so we were kind of bound to go different ways. I never had that much trouble as she used to in approaching new people, so I just made friends with Simon and Declan. Simon had the brains, Declan had… well, I still have to figure out what Declan had exactly but still, we soon became a trio. Yeah, I was the leader, not really much of an equal friendship as it used to be back then.

By the time we hit 6th grade, Charlie was in charge of the infamous Sleepover Club and I thought I was the only one that seemed to care about how those new friends Maddie had introduced her to had changed her. Charlie would just keep ignoring me all the time as she'd be always so busy with the squealing chicks and their hideous sleeping bags. We weren't friends anymore, but we still used to be somewhat civil to each other: we were neighbors after all and my Mom still loved her probably more than she loved me. But when Mr Webster married Simon's Mom, everything just went down the drain as Brooke officially declared war on her new stepbrother, who also happened to be my best friend. Charlie sided with the rest of the girls and I was left to play the part of the most annoying Blockhead ever, as they would call me. By that time, she had learned to act like she couldn't even stand me anymore. Well, I have to say that I was really doing my best to get all those girls to lose their temper every second: water bombs, sabotaging… anything I could come up with to upset them. And that's how we officially became enemies for life.

Well, it didn't last that long, of course. Just up until that day at the orphanage. That morning I had ruined her presentation in any possible way, and at one point when she told me I was the most annoying person in the world I could really only see hatred in her eyes. Yet, a few hours later, I wasn't that surprised to see she actually helped me when I got stuck in the window instead of leaving right away and saving her butt.

When we found out we'd been locked inside the room, I just felt like laughing my eyes out. Out of all the chances I could've had to finally be alone with her, it just had to happen in such a bizarre way. And with her being incredibly mad at me too.

I don't know why I decided I would've played along. Acting like my cocky, arrogant self as usual. Until I basically started freaking out. And it was definitely not because I was afraid of the dark - I don't even know how she came up with such an idea, I got over that phase by the time I was 7… - I was simply fearing what was to come next if we would've been left to spend the whole night together: some serious talking, for crying out loud.

I don't do emotions. At least, I don't like handling them 'cause I'm not really that good at that. At least, not verbally. I draw, instead. Ever since I can remember, if I wanted to say something that would actually involve my feelings, I would just draw it. Sketching is my own thing. I can live a week without food but not a single day without a pencil in my hand. And ever since I first held one, I've drawn Charlie countless portraits. Sketching her features was just what I'd do best. But unfortunately, I didn't even have a paper there at the orphanage and I wasn't exactly ready to discuss the fact that I still had tons of drawings that would just depict her, in my room.

Once again she knew how to calm me down. The roaring thing she came up with… pure genius.