"I mean, if I have to," I joked.
"Okay, because of that, you do have to." He said.
"Okay, what are we going to do?" I asked. I slid on a pair of flip flops and we walked out of my room. We walked downstairs and through the living room, where my dad and Liv were sitting on the couch.
"Bye!" I called to them.
"Where are you guys going?" My dad questioned, suddenly being the dad who actually cares.
"Dunno," I answered.
"Okay, bye," Dad said. Liv looked really confused, so I shot her a smile before the two of us walked out the front door.
"So," Charlie sighed.
"So," I mimicked. We turned onto the street and walked down the road. Our street had nothing on it besides houses, so there usually weren't too many cars going down it.
"Do you like bowling?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure," I answered.
"There's a bowling place down the street past the pier, we can go there, if you want." He said. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his shorts as we walked.
"Sounds good," I agreed.
"So," he said again. "I heard, about you and Zach."
"Oh, yeah," I blushed, looking down.
"He told me you were pretty good," He laughed.
"Oh my god," I blushed even redder. "How does he even remember that?"
"I bet he wasn't drunk," Charlie chuckled.
"That's so awkward, I had to like examine his face when I woke up. I really don't remember one thing from that night, after I got to your house." I said.
"How bad was your hangover yesterday?" He questioned, a smirk plastered over his lips.
"How many times did you throw up?" He asked, looking for a challenge.
"Four, I win." He smiled.
"Not something to be proud of," I laughed, running my fingers through my hair. My hair was down now, and it was still a little damp from my shower earlier.
"I'm a competitive person, what can I say?" He chuckled. "So are you gonna apologize?"
"Apologize? For what?" I looked at him.
"Two things," He started. "One, for fucking my best friend. Two, for choosing Zach over me."
"Then no, I will not be apologizing," I stated.
"Repeat after me," He said. I shook my head. "I, Emily Shepherd, am apologizing to you, Charlie Goodman, for choosing your uglier friend over you and fucking him behind your back."
I laughed as he spoke. "I'm not saying that,"
"Emily, just accept it and say it," He replied.
"I, Emily Shepherd," I sighed a very long and dramatic sigh. "Am apologizing to you, Charlie Goodman, for choosing your uglier friend over you and fucking him behind your back."
"That's all I was asking for, thank you." He laughed. "But, seriously, how'd you remember that word for word?"
"I just have a good memory, I guess." I shrugged. I do have a good memory, but I remembered it so easily because of music. My violin instructor used to give me a sheet of music to memorize in five minutes, and then I would have to go perform that piece for all the other students in the building at the time. So, now I can pretty much memorize all different things just from seeing or hearing them for a couple of seconds. That's one thing from music that really ended up on the better side for me.
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Eighteen year old Emily Shepherd is from Daytona Beach, Florida. She's lived there her whole life, but now she only lives there with her mom and her sister. Emily's parents are divorced, and her father lives across the state in Naples, Florida. A...