#No obligations either – but omgosh ovo

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Patrick had told him that they were going to ‘paint the town red’ all weekend, && as much as Charlie loved the idea, he wasn’t sure his anxiety could take that much carousing. However, not wanting to be a total disappointment – or as Sam would put it, a wet blanket, he went with high hopes that he wouldn’t have a total meltdown. 

Things were getting bad again,and as much as he assured himself he was going to be okay, doubt pervaded his mind. He wished his Aunt Helen were alive. He could always talk to her, because she would understand. 

Charlie’s heart had sunk low somewhere in his belly when he received a text that his chums decided to ditch their plans last minute – leaving him to stand alone in the back of the club like he hadn’t had a single friend in the world. While he understood everyone had lives of their own; were constantly busy, this was happening a lot lately, and he felt lonely. 

The muscle in his mouth shifted over his bottom lip, he couldn’t decide if the music was too loud or not, because he couldn’t concentrate on his thoughts – that was always frustrating. Without thinking; In a fit of anger he threw his glass against the nearby wall – shattering it. The contents splattering all over && on the one person sitting just nearby. 

“Oh – I-I-I’m sorry.” He said, “I didn’t mean to.”