Yes-s. This is my favorite chapter! U ya like. R&R, rest&relax, read&review:-) 4 That Sam/Charlie mini-seires, the next story will be about Charlie, in college, and Sam and Karen (mostly Karen) at home, missing him. It wil be a song fic (ooh!) to Miley Cyrus's song, I Miss You. Gunna b adorable!!
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"Errrrggghh…." Charlie moaned as he rolled over on to his back, waking up. What time was it? Where was he? Why did his head hurt so much….wait, where were his clothes!? Charlie had never woken up not remembering the night before before. He gave himself a minute, and his head throbbed harder as he pulled back the memory.
Oh.
He remembered now.
He was in bed with Elle, Sam's girlfriend.
Woe, now repeat that again and add an exclaimation point!
"-Elle-." He turned over again to face her, about to say something apologetic before she pressed her face to his and kissed him. "Morning."
"Hi…" He snapped himself out of it, before he got back any further with her- ah, what the heck?
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Just minutes later, (yeah, I really needed block for that.) Elle stopped, and pulled herself off of Charlie. "Hey- did, did you hear that?"
"Hear wha-." He heard it. A car door slam. Jingling keys. "Are you parents home!?"
"I don't know, they're not supposed to-."
"Sam told me they went away until Friday-."
"Sam?"
"Yeah, Sa-."
"Sam!" She lept out of the bed before Charlie could even react.
"Omigod, omigod…" she repeated, gathering her clothes. "Charlie, get up! Get dressed!"
"What-."
"I told Sam he could pick up the stuff for the project this morning! Omigod…." She put her bra and underwear back up, as Charlie found his jeans and boxers. He was just beginning to put them on, when foot steps started to come from the hallway. (no that needed a !)
"He's coming!" she mouthed, yes, freaking out. She jumped up across the bed, and put her palms against Charlie's chest to shove him into the closet-
Whoosh.
He's he-re.
Sam in the doorway. He took two steps into the room, not really paying attention- then, snap. Two steps back.The Color drained from his face. His throat closed up. His stomach tighted. His brain froze.
Because uh, hello!
Elle. Bra. Under garments. Red. Nails. On. Charlie's. Chest. Charlie. In. Yellow-ducky. boxers.
"Hey, uh, Sam." Charlie said meekly, becoming the oppisite of charlie, his face bright red, his stomach lose and jumping around, his mind reeling. This was not good.
"Hello. Charlie.Elle." Sam said through grinted teeth. Noone said anything. else. Sam took those two steps again, and then more, until he'd pushed Elle out of the way and was standing in front of his brother, and came so close to him, that their noses almost touched. Charlie thought he saw a glint of tears in Sam's right eye.
"Hello. Brother." Sam said, in the same voice as before…before smacking Charlie so hard he fell back into a night stand and broke a china lamp. By then, Sam was long gone.
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More later. Off to play practice, see y'all!