I opened the door to reveal that the incessant knocking was my best friend. He looked frantic, and before I could even ask what was wrong he pulled me to him and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Do you trust me?" He said, looking in my eyes with a sense of urgency. He searched my face and I didn't know whether I wanted to hit him for asking that, or kiss him for being so close.
"Of course I trust you, idiot." I rolled my eyes, trying to conceal my worry. "What's going on?"
"Pack a bag." Was all he said, releasing my shoulders and spinning around until he was out of my sight.
I stalled a minute before hastily turning and rushing up the stairs. Whatever this is was probably stupid and reckless; it probably wouldn't end well, but from the years of experience I had being Sean's friend, sometimes it's better if you don't ask questions.
Besides, I knew that no matter what he would have asked me when I opened the door, I would have said yes.
I knew I would follow him anywhere.
Charlie Summers was leading a seemingly normal life.
He had Sean and Roxie, his two best friends by his side, he was excelling in school as usual, and things at home were great. He had nothing to worry about.
Except of course, the fact that he is painstakingly, completely, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with his best friend.
But not Roxie, no, that'd be easy. He's in love with Sean.
Sean, his very straight, very popular, very, very good-looking best friend. That's a guy.
Charlie has lost all hope throughout the years he's been in love with Sean. No matter how much Roxie believes it will happen, Charlie has given up and decides to enjoy his presence in Sean's life now, whatever the status.
But on a stressful night, when Sean shows up at Charlie's door and demands he leaves town with him right away, he begins to question the motives behind his friends actions.
Crowded hotel rooms, late night food stops and surprising feelings clash in what could only be called a recipe for disaster.