"Umm, hey Charlie," Guy rolled his eyes when he opened the door to find his friend sitting on Luis' bed.
"Hey Guy," Charlie flashed his million dollar smile, and went back to his studying.
"Can I ask you a question Charlie?" Guy pulled out his desk chair and sat down.
"Sure."
"Why are you here? Why are you always here?"
"I moved in because Luis moved out."
"When did Luis move out?"
"Two days ago."
"When did you move it?"
"Two days ago."
"And no one told me?"
"We figured you wouldn't mind."
"Charlie, what if I hated you?"
Charlie looked up from his work and pouted, "You hate me Guy?"
"No ... but I might if I don't find out what's going on."
Charlie closed his books and checked to make sure the door was locked.
"Guy, you've got to promise that you won't say anything," Charlie's voice was somber suddenly. Guy was a bit nervous.
"I want to know Charlie. The past week, I've watched Adam mope into English, with dark bags under his eyes. I don't think he's sleeping enough. I want to know what happened."
Charlie sighed. He knew the time would come. He had been pretending to be happy for the past week, and he couldn't do it anymore. He needed a release.
"We've been together for the last four years, I mean," Charlie quieted down, "I don't know what I mean."
"Charlie," Guy moved to sit next to Charlie, "I know."
Charlie's eyes went wide, "You know??"
"I don't know know ... it's just that, I've had my suspicions. I've seen the way you two look at each other."
"Anyone else?"
"No, just me," Guy admitted, but he didn't say why. He didn't want to tell Charlie that really, it was him paying close attention to Adam. Guy had always wanted to become closer friends with Adam. It was just one of those, I don't know, things. He wanted to be friends with Adam, he wanted to be on his side. He admired him.
"I don't know why I broke it off with him. We had such a good thing going. I loved being around him and near him, and just feeling his skin beneath my fingertips. He was so good to me, and I treated him like shit. I just ran out on him," Charlie was slowly break down, "I fucking left him when he needed me most. You know Guy? When he broke his wrist, it wasn't me comforting him, it was him comforting me. He was the one that held me at night while I cried. He was so strong through it all."
Guy was nervous. He'd never seen Charlie so upset, so vulnerable. He didn't know how to act. With Connie it was easy, he'd pull her into his arms and comfort her till she calmed down. But Charlie was Charlie, just a teammate. He didn't want to hug Charlie.
Guy settled for putting a hand on Charlie's shoulder, "It's okay."
"No it isn't. I'm a fucking asshole. Part of the reason why I was so upset about his injury was because now the pressure's on me. Becuase if he's not on the ice, all the pressure to be the best and to win lands on me. And I don't think I can handle that. How fucking horrible is that? How could someone think that? I can't even look at him. I can't pick up my hockey stick without thinking about him. Hell, my stick has his fucking initials carved on it because he was the one that taught me to play how I do. Otherwise I'd still be Charlie "Spazway" Conway. And if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to feel the pressure when he's not around. How does someone do that? How does someone just drop their best friend in the world like the way I did, let alone be angry at him for that? What kind of a person am I?"
"It happens."
"It shouldn't have happened. But I don't know. It started to feel wrong, being with him like that, and feeling the way I did. I just wanted to back off from being together, and I wanted us to just be friends. I fucking walked out on him. I can't walk back in. I miss him though, I just. I just wish we didn't have to share hockey. That either he had it, or I had it. Not us both."
"Adam's a forgiving person, Char."
"No. You don't know him like I do. He," Charlie hiccuped, "He's different with me than he is with others."
"It won't hurt to try."
"It will. You don't understand. When he came to the Ducks, the Hawks dropped him like flies. In the back of his mind, he told me this, he's waiting for us to do it to him. I told him none of us would ever do that. And who fucking does it to him? The one person he confided in! I did it to him! I'm a fucking monster, Guy! I can't live with him, I can't look at him, I can't be near him!" Charlie was loud and animated now, yelling through his tears, "I betrayed him Guy. And I can honestly say that if he was still able to play hockey, I'd quit because, I don't deserve to be around him. He's sweet, and gentle, kind. He's so kind, and I've taken him for granted."
"It can't be too late."
"But it is, it's been too late ever since I slammed that door."
Guy didn't know how to react. He saw this as a chance to finally become friends with Adam and get to know him, but he was rooming with Adam's ex-whatever-Charlie-would-be-considered?
"Hey Guy," Charlie flashed his million dollar smile, and went back to his studying.
"Can I ask you a question Charlie?" Guy pulled out his desk chair and sat down.
"Sure."
"Why are you here? Why are you always here?"
"I moved in because Luis moved out."
"When did Luis move out?"
"Two days ago."
"When did you move it?"
"Two days ago."
"And no one told me?"
"We figured you wouldn't mind."
"Charlie, what if I hated you?"
Charlie looked up from his work and pouted, "You hate me Guy?"
"No ... but I might if I don't find out what's going on."
Charlie closed his books and checked to make sure the door was locked.
"Guy, you've got to promise that you won't say anything," Charlie's voice was somber suddenly. Guy was a bit nervous.
"I want to know Charlie. The past week, I've watched Adam mope into English, with dark bags under his eyes. I don't think he's sleeping enough. I want to know what happened."
Charlie sighed. He knew the time would come. He had been pretending to be happy for the past week, and he couldn't do it anymore. He needed a release.
"We've been together for the last four years, I mean," Charlie quieted down, "I don't know what I mean."
"Charlie," Guy moved to sit next to Charlie, "I know."
Charlie's eyes went wide, "You know??"
"I don't know know ... it's just that, I've had my suspicions. I've seen the way you two look at each other."
"Anyone else?"
"No, just me," Guy admitted, but he didn't say why. He didn't want to tell Charlie that really, it was him paying close attention to Adam. Guy had always wanted to become closer friends with Adam. It was just one of those, I don't know, things. He wanted to be friends with Adam, he wanted to be on his side. He admired him.
"I don't know why I broke it off with him. We had such a good thing going. I loved being around him and near him, and just feeling his skin beneath my fingertips. He was so good to me, and I treated him like shit. I just ran out on him," Charlie was slowly break down, "I fucking left him when he needed me most. You know Guy? When he broke his wrist, it wasn't me comforting him, it was him comforting me. He was the one that held me at night while I cried. He was so strong through it all."
Guy was nervous. He'd never seen Charlie so upset, so vulnerable. He didn't know how to act. With Connie it was easy, he'd pull her into his arms and comfort her till she calmed down. But Charlie was Charlie, just a teammate. He didn't want to hug Charlie.
Guy settled for putting a hand on Charlie's shoulder, "It's okay."
"No it isn't. I'm a fucking asshole. Part of the reason why I was so upset about his injury was because now the pressure's on me. Becuase if he's not on the ice, all the pressure to be the best and to win lands on me. And I don't think I can handle that. How fucking horrible is that? How could someone think that? I can't even look at him. I can't pick up my hockey stick without thinking about him. Hell, my stick has his fucking initials carved on it because he was the one that taught me to play how I do. Otherwise I'd still be Charlie "Spazway" Conway. And if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to feel the pressure when he's not around. How does someone do that? How does someone just drop their best friend in the world like the way I did, let alone be angry at him for that? What kind of a person am I?"
"It happens."
"It shouldn't have happened. But I don't know. It started to feel wrong, being with him like that, and feeling the way I did. I just wanted to back off from being together, and I wanted us to just be friends. I fucking walked out on him. I can't walk back in. I miss him though, I just. I just wish we didn't have to share hockey. That either he had it, or I had it. Not us both."
"Adam's a forgiving person, Char."
"No. You don't know him like I do. He," Charlie hiccuped, "He's different with me than he is with others."
"It won't hurt to try."
"It will. You don't understand. When he came to the Ducks, the Hawks dropped him like flies. In the back of his mind, he told me this, he's waiting for us to do it to him. I told him none of us would ever do that. And who fucking does it to him? The one person he confided in! I did it to him! I'm a fucking monster, Guy! I can't live with him, I can't look at him, I can't be near him!" Charlie was loud and animated now, yelling through his tears, "I betrayed him Guy. And I can honestly say that if he was still able to play hockey, I'd quit because, I don't deserve to be around him. He's sweet, and gentle, kind. He's so kind, and I've taken him for granted."
"It can't be too late."
"But it is, it's been too late ever since I slammed that door."
Guy didn't know how to react. He saw this as a chance to finally become friends with Adam and get to know him, but he was rooming with Adam's ex-whatever-Charlie-would-be-considered?