Hello. I've been wanting to try some new fandom's for writing fanfiction and then I watched red band society. I really wanted to write something and after everything Charlie's my favorite character. And I came up with this. I hope you like it, I know I do.

Enjoy!

"What did you say about that game? It was about bursting the head off aliens but it wasn't violent at all?"

"I…"

I tried to speak, but raising my voice only had nausea creeping up my throat and I shut my mouth again.

"Kid?" I heard the distressed tone in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

I breathed in deeply, then tried to be sure I wasn't going to hurl only by speaking before I said anything at all.

"Not so good."

To say the least… I realized there was no way it could be going away now.

"I think I'm gonna hurl."

Well, that's what happens when you chase four bowls of ice cream with three cans of soda. Just take deep breaths."

Why on earth would dad be reminded me of first aliens exploding and then everything I had eaten when I felt like this was a big question for me. Because I would have liked to answer but the pictures inside my head along with the car moving and the sound of rain pouring towards the car became enough and at the same time I tried to do as I'd been told and take deep breaths I couldn't help it when my stomach twisted and I started heaving.

"Oh, Buddy…" I felt his hand towards my back. "Hey, you okay?"

Obviously not!

I couldn't answer, the taste only made me gag again until at last could get some words out.

"I'm sorry dad."

"No, it's okay. Just lie down if you need to."

I needed to. I needed to so badly! My head was pounding and everything was spinning so if I could lie down for just one second….

I took the buckle with one hand and the belt with the other, then pulled it again…

"I-I can't. My seat belt. I-I-it's stuck."

"Okay…" Dad reached back. "We're… we're almost home…"

After that everything went so fast. One second I was trying to get the seat belt off and dad turned for a second and took his eyes off the road. And then, as from nowhere I could see two big, bright lights of a truck coming right towards us- and fast. And I could feel dad had turned the car slightly when he turned towards me…

The crash would be a fact any second now…

"DAD!"

He more or less jumped around as he could in his seat…

"WHOA."

I pressed my eyes close hard when the truck from the other side honked loudly several times while the movement when dad suddenly turned the car to come over at the side of the road had me hurling again. I barely even noticed this time because just as I was sure it would crash right into ours and mash both I and my dad into pieces I heard it continuing past us and slowly opened my eyes again.

"Are we okay?" I managed the croak. "Did it hit us?"

"We're fine thanks to you." Dad was panting and I could hear his voice was shiviering. "But keep your belt on and sit up properly, we're almost home and as long as we keep you safe then none of the rest matters."

I had wanted to lie down, but what had just happened reminded me of what could have happened and how we had no idea how that would have ended up.

With that I sat up and let go of the belt, then leaned forward when I heaved again.

Why did I always have such a way with eating too much?

And why was it that I and dad had been in a rush for dinner and had ended up eating junk food at McDonald's…

Thinking of the fatty, salty and sugary food we had had for dinner had me hurling once again.

"It's okay." Dad didn't turn again and his voice didn't sound soothing in any way. "We're almost home. Just a few more minutes…"

The dark and rain made it hard to see anything at all outside the window, everything spinning and when I kept my eyes closed to try and stop it made it impossible…

"Here we go."

It felt like a million years before dad stopped the car and turned the motor off.

I wouldn't have minded lying down on the seats and falling asleep,, or well, I wouldn't have minded that if it wasn't for the smell of vomit…

"The belt's still stuck."

When I tried to get it off I could have started crying, no matter how hard I tried to twist and turn the buckle it wouldn't open. I felt sick and more than anything I realized that sooner rather than later I would start to puke again.

"Hey, hey… sch, sch, that isn't going to help."

I did start crying when I tugged the belt hard several times. I didn't want to be here I wanted to be in my bed and fall off the face of the earth.

"It's okay." It was a relief that dad was calm as he wiped a tear from my cheek and then leaned over me and reached for the belt buckle. As he did he pressed towards my stomach and he was just lucky I managed not to hurl right on his neck and into his hair. "There, all done…" He raised again. "Come here."

Dad took my arm and laid a hand on my back, then half pulled and half lifted me out of the car. Well outside I could get on my feet and with shaky legs went from the car and to our porch steps.

Somehow- I wasn't sure how I made it through the hallway and into the bathroom before I started hurling and vomiting again- thankfully into the toilet this time.

"Oh, buddy." Dad kneeled by me and rubbed my back. "Just relax. Get that out of you and you'll feel lots better."

How much was it that I had eaten today really? It just kept on coming and coming.

After several minutes of heaving time again I could finally take a breath, then another- and another.

"There you go." Dad hadn't stopped rubbing my back. "You go brush your teeth and get into the bath and I'll take care of whatever you need."

I nodded weakly and shakily got onto my feet, that I could as much as stay on my feet was probably nothing less of a miracle and I had to hold onto the sink while I brushed my teeth not to collapse.

At last I sunk down on the floor in the bathtub and let dad turn the crane on, the cool water felt nice towards every inch of my sweaty body and by the time I had to get out of the tub I had almost fallen asleep.

"Come on buddy. It's way past your bedtime."

Dad helped me up and while I- still not wearing a thread sat down on the toilet lid he took the biggest and softest towel there in this house and wrapped it around me

"Do you remember I used to do this when you were little? All of it? Stay up when you were sick, change and wash all the sheets and howels we own. And help you get washed up and into new clothes."

He took two corners of the towel and wiped my hair dry, all I could- and had to do was to close my eyes. I could almost hear the way he smiled and felt important when he had to take care of me as if I was a baby or a toddler.

"You'll have to dress in your pyjamas yourself but I can help with the buttons. I'll go get a clean toothbrush."

We always stored about a hundred clean tooth brushes so that we wouldn't left without in a time like this… we might have had to learnt to do that the hard way…

"And when you were little…" Dad continued after I had gotten into my pyjamas and brushed my teeth with five different brushes and paste. "…I would pick you up and carry you to bed… and if I didn't from the start then you'd pretend to be asleep so I would carry you…"

Dad scooped me up and carried me through the house and up the stairs,,,

I had to say it had felt lovely the way dad had kept treating me like a toddler for the past hour or two…

Then at last, he placed me on my bed and pulled my quilt over me all up to my chin.

"I'll put a bucket here just in case…" He almost whispered. "And you know you can come get me if you need anything…"

I was zoning into unconsciousness and some kind of (hopefully) dreamless sleep. But I could still hear the porch door open and close.

"That's your mum…" Dad kissed my forehead. "…You just go to sleep. What we'll do in the morning we'll see when I come wake you up. Okay? Don't worry about a thing."

I always worried about a thing about this time of day.

About the thing that I didn't really have time to worry for in the morning.

Tomorrow at school, would I spend another day alone and try and stay away from the others?

That was the worry of every night before I fell asleep before another school day…

Just for a second it passed by if I'd ever have any friends at school. Even to this day and after all this time in school.

But as dad turned the lights off and closed the door I was too tired and felt too yucky to stay awake, and I fell asleep in the middle of the thought like I always did.

It was just another night like any other.

And never ever would anyone know how close I was to meeting a group of real friends that day.

Well there it is, it's just a oneshot so there won't be any more pare parts to it.

Random fact (I always leave this at the end of a chapter)

I thought a second if Charlie just seemed too tired and needy. But earlier in the episode his mum says it's almost his bedtime and obviously it wears him out all that hurling so I wanted to keep it like that because I liked it and I liked this story.

Well there. I hope you liked it.