Bury a friend \\ smiling friends au

Ch. 7 hm.

"I still can't believe... we.." Allan muttered to himself. He let out a groan and laid his head on the table. He can't help but think about Charlie. No matter what he still thinks about him and can't get over about last night. Glep then came in the office and jumped on the box to fill up his mug with coffee, he turned around and saw Allan, he greeted him like usual. "Oh.. hey Glep." Allan said lifting up his head, tiredly. Glep noticed how unusual his mood is today, he just assumed he was tired until he asked his how was his little errand yesterday. "O-oh.. well.." Allan look to the side, tapping his thumbs together. "It was.. alright. Nothing bad really happened, just had small talk with him." Allan said. Glep glimpsed over at him after he mentioned that. He seemed a little paranoid about it. "..oh come on. There's nothing wrong talking to Charlie now is there? Sure he.. did some things, but I know in fact he changed." Allan said, he felt proud about his statement but was let down slowly and just sat back down clutching his tie as Glep just shook his head slowly. "Well alright.. sure I don't know if he DID change but I know he learned something. Just give him a chance?" Allan pleaded.

Glep just stared in disbelief and just grabbed his mug. All he could say really is that if Allan would wanna give a killer a chance in life again he would need to prove what it takes for him to even see that. Glep then just left the room leaving Allan all alone again, he just sat in silence for a while before looking at the car keys on the counter. He should go visit him again, I hope he doesn't mind. Well eventually before he even got to the apartment where Charlie stayed at, Charlie seemed to be arguing with his landlord again about his over due debt. "I've given you multiple warnings and shit.. if you can't pay for anything, MIGHT AS WELL LEAVE OR FIND A JOB!" Charlie's landlord shouted at him. "ITS HARD TRYING TO FIND A HOB OKAY. I just need more time.." "oh HERE we go AGAIN!" his landlord yelled out. "If your gonna continue to use this god damn lame excuse of your constantly.. so help me, might at well live in the fucking streets." He roared. "You just don't fucking understand." Charlie snarled before turning his back. He just glimpsed at the dozens of envelopes he held in his hands. His landlord took one last look at him. "If you can afford a drink or two then you could afford to pay back what you owe." He snickered, Charlie tried to ignore him and just tried to walk off. "Be grateful I let someone like you to even stay here. Don't even try to excuse your actions." Charlie got pissed and just threw the junk Mail to the side and stomped back. "IF YOU EVEN DARE TO FUCKING BRING UP WHAT I DID, I WONT HESITATE TO SHOVE DOWN YOUR WORDS BACK IN THAT LITTLE MOUTH OF YOURS.." "you could've just said that you'll bury me instead." Charlie clutched his hand and threw his fist across his face. This quickly escalated into one physical fist fight. Allan who just drove up saw the commotion quickly ran out of his car and jumped in trying to pull away Charlie from him causing anymore damage. "LET GO." "CHARLIE. ENOUGH." Allan struggled as he held him by his waist. Clung onto him until he saw his landlord get up slowly. His face was harmed horribly. "..okay. I'm tired of this SHIT! You can go ahead and go back to your apartment and I expect you to start packing your shit." He snarled. "I WANT YOU OUT NOW!" He then scurried out and went back inside his office leaving Charlie and Allan alone. Charlie just groaned out of anger and walked to his apartment, quickly stuffing anything he saw in his apartment into a box. Allan watched behind him. "What do you want." Charlie growled. ".. nothing really. Just. Wanted to visit again." Allan tapped his fingers. "What happened just now was pretty bad.." "..he had it coming. I couldn't care less living on the streets anyway. Not like anyone would care." Charlie then covered the top of the box. "Erm, how about.. you stay over.. at my place. For now." Allan said. Charlie just looked over at him, he could be just kidding around but he really means it. "I mean.. how long can I" "AS MUCH.. as much as you like." Allan smiles nervously. Charlie stared blankly but just picked up his stuff and followed Allan back to his car. "I'll accept your offer. Just know that-" "I wouldn't mind anything you do. Just don't trash anything is all. I'm willing to help you out." Allan looked over at him. He then load his stuff up on the trunk and off they go on the road. Charlie couldn't help but just stare at Allan once in a while. It was odd for him wanting to even help him. He didn't mind at all but it did leave a sense of paranoia on his neck. "I appreciate your help." Charlie said. "I'm just curious on why." Allan looked over confused. "Why what?" "You.. just wanting to help me." Charlie said starting at him. "Well.. uh.. I really don't know. But it's nothing to worry about.. I guess I believe in second chances I suppose." Allan turned his eyes back on the road. Charlie wasn't really satisfied with his response but just let it be. At least he knows Allan gave him a other chance but couldn't help but just wonder his actions. Is there something he wants from him? Or is he actually serious. All he could to is just stare at him during the whole car trip.

Allan felt his eyes on him, it was odd but so comforting for him and all he could do is smile softly. It was a peaceful car trip.