Chapter dos. (2)

Yes-s. I am SO starting a Sam and Charlie mini-series. After I finish this story, I'll do two oneshots about Karen, Charlie, and Sam. Gunna be awsomee!!

Thanks a billion, the epitome of randomness! And joe jonas lover009. Y'all rock!

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Charlie checked himself in the hall mirror at least six times before he left on his date with Lorelei. He knew it was a 'preppish' thing to do, but he didn't care- everything had to be perfect tonight. Tonight was the night he did it. They did it. Whatever. He was meeting her at the drive-in movie, and Charlie had told her they could see whatever movie she wanted- that it was her night. What girl wouldn't melt at the words? He spritzed himself with some of Watson's cologne, deciding to go for something more manly than his cheap stuff. Or maybe just so he couldn't smell his own sweat. As unbelievable as it sounds- Charlie was nervous. Nervous his genius plan at getting Lorelei to- er, 'conceive' with him wouldn't work out as well has plan. Lorelei, with her Asian eyes and long dark hair, was one of those girls you like for who they are, not what they have. Charlie was scared that, well, she wouldn't want to do it with him, and then it would ruin the relationship, and she'd be mad at him…

"Hey, brotha." Sam snapped him out of his thoughts as he walked into the room. "Oh, god-." Sam waved around the chicken leg he was holding. "What died in here?"

"What?"

"You stink."

"It's cologne." He paused. "Sophisticated cologne."

"I should've known." Sam gnawed another ligament off his chicken leg. "And hey-." He smushed a secret something into Charlie's hand. "You're gonna need this." And left before he could say anything back. Charlie unfelt his hand- a condom. Oh. "Ya think of everything, don't you!?" He hollered into the hallways, not really caring if Sam heard him or not.

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"BYE MOM! I'M SLEEPING OVER AT JAKE'S!" Charlie called as he left the house. It was a perfect fall night. He walked his way over to the drive-in theater.

"Heya, Lorelei." Charlie said sweetly as he ducked into her car. It was actually her father's pick-up, but they used it for movie dates and things. That was when it occurred to Charlie that doing it in her father's pick-up was really wrong, but the thought disappeared as he leaned over to kiss her cheek. He settled in next to her, feeling positive- and a little nervous.

"So, what movie are we seeing?"

Lorelei giggled. "I already told you. Six times! Muppets, in Manhattan-"

"Well, you know it's not the movie I care about." He smiled. Then he realized that Muppets meant kids and kids meant that all of those mini-vans parked around them meant parents and parents meant kids again- suddenly Charlie wondered if he really should go along with what he was planning for the night.

She smiled back. "You are too sweet Charlie. And having this whole evening for me- really, you're just so adorable."

He just couldn't stop smiling! She leaned into kiss him, and he remembered what he was planning for tonight. For a moment, he didn't think it was such a good idea…then he remembered Sam's cocky little grin- and kissed her harder. They held it like that, for a minute, before she started to snake away. Charlie didn't let her, and she forgot about it. Later, deeper into the kiss, he reached his hand underneath her flowy yellow shirt and touched her stomach lightly. 'Hey, that wasn't so hard.' He thought, getting a little cocky and reaching up toward her chest. She pulled away for a second. "Charlie-what are you doing-."

"Nothing. Just kiss me-."

He pulled her closer, and reached further up her shirt. She tried to pull away again, but Charlie stopped her this time. Finally, she struggled off of him. "Charlie, stop it!!"

"I'm not doing anything-." He reached around her hip, feeling himself getting angry now. It wasn't about the stupid bet anymore. He was mad because she wouldn't let him touch her, and heck yes, he wanted to!

"Lorelei-." He said gruffly, as she pulled away from him. "You know what Charlie? You're acting like a real jerk!" she cried, close to tears. He was too mad to tell. He tried to grab her again-, which was probably the stupidest thing he'd ever do. "GET OUT CHARLIE!" Lorelei cried- the tears kind, kicking open the door behind Charlie…he tumbled out. And on to the concrete ground. If you've ever been in a pick-up truck, you know how long that fall is."Oof-." He hit his head hard, and took him a minute to recollect himself and get up. By then, Lorelei and her father's pick-up were gone. "Ohh…" Partly because he probably wasn't mentally settled as normal from hitting his head, partly because of what just happened, and partly because of his teenage hormones, he stood up, burning hell mad. He stumbled blindly out of the theater into the darkness of night, less and less consciencely aware of himself with every step. His head throbbed, making him madder, and he couldn't see where he was going- what time was it!? One street lamp lit up the sidewalk. He tried to read the street signs, but everything looked fuzzy- and red. "Erg…" He stumbled back-wards, on to a bench.

"Charlie? Is that you?"

"Huh?" His voice came out all growly.

"Charlie!?"

"Elle?"

"Charlie! Are you all right? You're bleeding!"

He tried to concentrate on the silhouette in front of him. It was Elle, alright- long red-velvet nails, light brunette hair, hourglass figure. Sam's girlfriend.

"Yes, it's me- here, Charlie, let me help you-."

"Ow-ow-." She helped him off the bench. Each polished finger hit him with little lightning bolts.

"Here, my house is right down here…"

As they walked away, Charlie snaked his arm around her waist- maybe he would win the bet after all.

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