It wasn’t just about letting someone kissing him. It was about the kiss. And the attention. And the fact that that girl was sex on legs and Eddie would be stupid if he didn’t take advantage of that opportunity. Part of Charlie understood that his best friend would want to hit that, but at the same time the other part of him didn’t like the idea of that. It was like he was jealous of the girl... Okay, so maybe he was jealous. But that was normal, right?
“Yes, I know. But she was different. She was practically asking you to get in her pants. I could see that from where I was standing. And... well, I didn’t... like it.” I was jealous, he added in his head, not having enough courage to say it out loud. He looked down to the countertop again and started picking at a stain that was there. “I left because I thought you wouldn’t need me there anymore. And she kissed you and... well, yeah. I was upset.” Why was getting the right words to come out so difficult? It wasn’t fair. It was probably another brainy joke. That thing was evil.
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Sure, he had been interested in talking to her. How couldn’t he be? Any guy who had not been momentarily taken by her would be a fool. That did not mean he was immediately in love. She was nice enough, but the instant touchy was a little… unsettling? It did not feel right to him because she was doing things normally Charlie did. Playing with his hair was the main thing. Once he had realized his friend was gone, he spent more time trying to escape than talking to her. He did not care about that kiss because he did not start it. He merely reacted to it, which was normal. He was a teenage boy, after all. His hormones were always on overdrive. He could not really help that if he tried. And he would have if he knew that this was the result. He did not want to hurt his friend. Of course, this was looking less like a friend thing with every moment.
She had wanted to have him in her pants? Well he did miss that memo. Eddie was not entirely the most aware person at times. Most of the time. Still, did Charlie really think that he was going to just go for a one nighter? Charlie knew him better than that. He gave a small pout and looked down at the ground at that point. Yes, he did not like it. That was obvious, or they would not be here talking about things. He was sure that there was a simple explanation for this and Charlie was just not sharing it. And he wanted to know. Now. “You could have just interrupted, I would have stopped talking to her for you,” he told Charlie, hoping to coax what he was sure was hidden under the pauses. He wanted to hear him say it. “Why were you so upset? I still don’t get that?”