Charlie shook his head, "Nah, you don't need to go get them. Just choose your accessories carefully in the future. You need a signature look, and it's gotta look effortless." That was the key to Charlie's style, and really it did come naturally to him. If you couldn't put together your look with confidence and ease, then you were doing it wrong. Besides, you had to feel total comfortable in your clothes, own the look, that was what pulled it all together and gave ya genuine style that got attention.
He glanced over at Jesse at the mention of his parents. "Your family isn't always gonna like everything you do. Do you think my dad likes some of the shit I pull? Hell no, but he continues to see the good, and so long as that manages to outshine the bad, he looks past it all." His dad hated the drug use, thought the endless parade of women was immature, and often lectured Charlie about all the other aspects of his fast lifestyle. But Charlie was able to put it all aside when necessary and be a good man to his family. He was never high when he showed up for family dinners. He'd cancel dates without a second thought if Lewis needed a babysitter. And Charlie could be found at his mother's grave every single year for three key days: the anniversary of her death, her birthday, and on mothers day. "Your parents know you're a good kid. This will take a while for them to accept, but they will. Try not to get too stressed about it, ok?" He squeezed Jesse's shoulder in a way that he hoped came off as comforting.
"Never too early to begin crafting your own fitness routine. Running is a good start. I was scrawny too when I was your age." It was true. Charlie had been a wiry kid. Highly awkward in the physical sense, but he'd had his winning smile since birth, and that managed to charm just about everyone.
"Well, I'm staying in the water for a while. So... you can either go get your trunks... or you can take off your shoes, roll up your pants, and sit on the edge there. Your choice dude." Charlie waded for a moment running his fingers back through his hair. "The water is great..." he tempted. "So is the whiskey. Search the pocket of my hoodie if you want some."