Booze

"Josh is going to be so mad" Charlie said rather uninterested, his hands dug deep in his pants' pockets.

"And why is that so?" Trevor asked with a raised eyebrow.

Charlie sighed. Trevor sure wasn't listening to a word Josh or any of them said the last day. He vaguely wondered how a human can be so ignorant to his surroundings. Charlie had to fight back the urge to facepalm.

"He asked us to wait for him" Charlie shrugged.

"Oh, is he going to throw a tantrum? Mom's gonna be so mad!" Trevor said, faking a frightened expression, his back slouching like a shrimp and hands running down his face. He immediately straightened his back with the most dismissive look on his face and did what he always did --clicked his tongue.

His actions made Charlie send a unimpressed glare his way.

"You're going to come over to my place tomorrow, aren't ya?" Charlie asked, kicking a stone away from his feet as he walked.

"Er.. Why?" Trevor asked, turning his face to look at Charlie, with confusion written all over it.

No, he was not listening to anything Josh said at all...

"Don't you remember? Conner insisted on spending the weekend at my place" Charlie shrugged. For some reason, he felt his nervousness pick up. He genuinely wished that God would be merciful enough to let the ground swallow him up right now.

Trevor scrunched his nose up a bit. "I'd rather spend the weekend on my own"

"Tell that to Conner " Charlie mumbled, feeling a little disappointed at Trevor's response.

"I will" Trevor sounded as if it was the most obvious thing to do and it only ticked Charlie off.

"You know what, you are the one who is being a party pooper right now"

"Using my own words against me, eh? Nice try" Trevor put an impressed look on his face. Nevertheless, he didn't seem to have a change of mind.

"I would rather walk around by myself than with a party pooper" Charlie said, trying to pick at Trevor's ego.

Trevor scoffed. "Nobody asks you to stay around, nerd. Shoo!" He batted his hands as if he was shooing Charlie away.

"I will walk away, Trevor. Like, for real" Charlie said in a threatening voice. He somehow felt as if Trevor would be intimidated by that.

Trevor just scowled at that and Charlie's expression turned into a frown.

Like hell he would be...

"How can I convince you to do as I say?" Charlie's voice had dropped to a few decibals, disappointment etched in every single word. He almost sounded given up.

Trevor put on a thinking face and stroked his chin, as if he was giving it a thought.

"I'll agree to be there if there's booze" he shrugged.

Charlie choked in his own spit. "W-What?!"

Trevor just shrugged again.

"I can't let you take something like... Alcohol into my house, Trev! Also, you are not supposed to drink! You are not even eighteen!" Charlie exclaimed. He knew Trevor smoked almost like a god damn chain-smoker. But he was never suspicious of him having a drinking habit. The idea of him drinking made an uneasy feeling rise up inside of him.

Trevor scoffed at what Charlie said. "No booze, no spending the weekend at your place" he said flatly, popping the bones of his fingers.

Charlie started having an internal battle with himself as he thought it over.

A voice in his head kept yelling at him that he shouldn't give in to Trevor's demand. But however, the voice died at the strong desire of his heart to somehow get Trevor to spend the weekend at his place.

"Alright, fine, whatever!" He yelled, trying to get the attention of Trevor, who had already walked a few steps ahead of him.

Trevor turned back with a raised eyebrow. "Uh?"

"Yeah, I can do that" Charlie said, completely shutting off the voice in his head that kept screaming otherwise.

Trevor's lips curled up into a smile. "Alright, then" he said. "I was not really expecting you to give in that easy though. Oh, and... I forgot to tell you, you were supposed to part ways with me like 10 minutes ago" he smirked.

Charlie's eyes widened a little as he noticed his surroundings for the first time in almost an hour. It was almost near Trevor's home.

"Dude! Why didn't you tell me sooner ?!" He screeched.

"Aye, where's the fun in that?" Trevor's smirk grew wider as he saw the growing annoyance on Charlie's face.

"I hate you" Charlie mumbled out.

Trevor chuckled at that and he blew him a kiss.

Charlie felt awkward all of a sudden and he turned around briskly as he felt his ears getting warmer and heat rising to his face.

"G-good night. I gotta get home" he muttered out as he walked away, not even turning back once.

He knew he just made himself seem like a weirdo. But it was so much better than standing around there, blushing like a school girl.

That's when he realised something.

Trevor smiles even more when he is around him. Maybe he was being paranoid. But he liked to think like that and no one could possibly convince him otherwise.

He couldn't help but feel great at the thought of being one of the reason why Trevor smiles.

Ha, you are being paranoid, Charlie!