2. - – Charlotte
CHAPTER TWO
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CHARLOTTE
After loading everything I own into Theodore’s truck, we head off to Chad’s place. I must have fallen asleep during the ride because the next thing I know, I’m being gently shaken awake by Chad saying, “We are here.” I rub my eyes and look out the window, and have to blink a couple of times.
“Uh, Chad, are you sure this is your house?” I ask.
“First of all, rude. Second, yes, I’m pretty sure this is my house, I’ve lived here for roughly three years,” he says.
I stare at him for a few seconds and raise an eyebrow once again.
“Just so you know, if I go in there and it’s trashed, I will make you take me to a hotel, and you will pay for it until this house is clean and doesn't look like a hot mess,” I say.
He rolls his eyes and turns to walk up the stairs leading to the front door.
He unlocks the door and walks in. Theodore lets out a chuckle and follows Chad with a couple of boxes.
I let out a dramatic sigh and slowly walk to the front door.
I take a deep breath and walk in. I’m shocked, the house is actually clean.
I look around, taking in the house. It’s simple; not cluttered with junk.
“Wow, color me impressed,” I say.
Chad rolls his eyes. “Jeez, thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Well, one, you're a man; two, you're single; three, both of those equal a messy, smelly house. This is definitely not that. So, I’m actually surprised. This house is absolutely beautiful,” I say.
“Umm, thank you?” Chad replies.
I stare at him and roll my eyes. “Where am I staying?” I ask.
“In a room, duh,” Chad says with a smirk on his face.
I narrow my eyes at him and slowly bring my leg up and take my right shoe off. He stares at me, and I stare right back.
“Where am I staying?” I ask calmly while holding my shoe.
His eyes jump from me to the shoe in my hand.
“I said… you’re staying in a room… duh.” He repeats himself slowly.
I throw the shoe at him with a satisfied smile as it hits him square in the face.
Theodore is trying his damndest to hold in a laugh but is failing miserably.
His face is turning bright red, and you can see tears forming in his eyes, all from holding in this monstrous laugh, trying to save his best friend, whatever shred of dignity he has left.
Chad has this stupid look on his face. He looks at me, back at the shoe, then back at me.
“Where am I staying?” I ask innocently.
Theodore loses it, the biggest belly laugh coming out of him.
He clutches his sides as he loses his mind.
Chad stares at him with a hurt look on his face, which only lasts maybe ten seconds, before he starts laughing.
Watching these two dying from laughter causes me to start laughing.
For a split moment, I felt free, but I know deep down this freedom won’t last.