It amazed Charlie that washing clothes didn't simply involve putting them in the machine and turning it on, which had always been her formula. She followed Cat's instructions without hesitation, trusting the other woman to know better than she did. Then the load was swishing around in a circle, miming the washer next to it. Charlie backed up and resumed her spot leaning against the folding counter.
What kind of friend she'd want Rylee to be. Well, of course she was perfectly happy with them being just friends. She thought she'd made that quite clear. There was no need to change it - don't fix what ain't broke, right? But in all of their interactions, there was always an underlying understanding of something more. What that more was, exactly, was something Charlie had yet to decipher.
"Yeah, yah could say that," she admitted. She wasn't just about to confess her fears over ending up like her parents, or the potential of losing Rylee if such a relationship suddenly went south. And everything always went south, for Charlie at least, so she wanted to put the brakes on what she considered only bad news. So she went with a different confession instead. "I've never been in a relationship before. Like, yah know, boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever the fu-...whatever it's called."