Title: I Don't!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Charlie x Olivia. One-sided? Maybe.
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: I own like, nothing. At all. Wooooow.
Warning/s: Clean, I believe.
Summary: Charlie really, really doesn't…
A/N: I dunno. This just occurred to me randomly in the car, and I thought it was brilliant so I texted it all and sent it to myself…Bad idea.
"I don't like her anymore," Charlie announced one day, strutting confidently into the room as if he owned the place (he didn't; it was Miss Ingledew's bookstore lobby) as he always did, a triumphant grin playing over his face as he did.
Gabriel and Fidelio looked at each other in disbelief, shaking their heads with a chuckle at their friend's irrational thinking. Even Billy frowned at this statement. "Right," the albino uttered as he sipped more tea, sarcasm seeping through each word easily.
Charlie rolled his eyes, shifting before settling on the couch comfortably, throwing his legs over the arm of the seat. "I am!" he persisted.
"Charlie, no, you aren't."
"Yes, Fidelio, I'll have you know that I am. See, I avoided looking, talking, and calling her for the whole week, and-"
The doorbell rang as someone walked through the entrance. "Oh, hello Charlie," Olivia smiled dazzlingly as she walked up the stairs. "You too, boys. Don't mind me. Just passing by to get to Emma's room." She disappeared as she climbed higher.
Gabe looked at his friend again, amused at how Charlie's jaw went slack and not missing how the other boy's eyes followed his not-crush as she went up. "So," he grinned, "short skirt huh?"
Charlie scowled.
"Still no?" Fidelio asked, knowing the answer already.
Charlie slumped, sighing, no longer looking as smugly regal as he did before. "I…no. I like her more every time I see her," he dramatized wistfully.
The other three boys laughed.
Fin.
