She Doesn't Smile

Chapter 3

I woke up to complete silence, which is odd because I am usually awoke by my screaming auntie. God my head hurts though, I nearly died when I sat up too fast. I looked over to see a cup of water and an aspirin along side a note.

Morning Charlie,

Come down stairs whenever you're up, we have breakfast! There is some stuff on the bathroom counter you can borrow if you would like.

Luke xx

What the hell... Where am I? I don't really remember last night. I remember headlights then being in a foreign vehicle and I remember ... Michael? Why the hell did I see Michael last night, he hates me. And who the hell is Luke. Guess there is only one way to find out. I stood up slowly and walked into the bathroom that was attached to the room.

I looked like a mess, my hair was sticking up in 80 directions so I simply borrowed the brush then used the hair tie on my wrist to put it in a pony. I also quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face with water, it felt good.

When I was sure I only looked like half a hobo I found myself walking down the stairs, following the loud voices. I walked into the kitchen, where there were 4 vaguely familiar faces, on of them being Mikey.

"Good morning Charlie," the blonde one piped up, he looked happy but the other two looked pissed and Mikey looked kinda sad.

"Uhm hi?" I mumbled, not really sure what to say.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, flipping waffles and setting them on a stack of others.

"Good thank you, uhm sorry the be rude but who are you and where am I?"

He chuckled but the curly headed boy spoke up, "she was too drunk last night to remember who we are"

Was that supposed to hurt... Because it didn't.

"Its fine, uh Im Luke, this is Ashton and Calum, and you know Michael I think"

I nodded and gave Mikey a sad smile, I hate to admit it but I missed him.

"Okay well I don't know what happened last night but thanks, uhm I should go."

I started turning around but Luke's voice stopped me, "no wait! Have breakfast with us then I can give you a ride."

"Its fine, I would rather just go n-"

"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaasssseeee!" He begged, it was kinda hard to say no to the puppy dog face he had on. I even had to suppress a smile, and I don't smile.

"Fine, only because I love waffles" I helped them carry stuff the the table then sat in between Luke and Michael, the other two hated me and I knew it so it was bet to stay clear.

We ate in silence for a while, and it was really awkward. "So uhm, what exactly happened last night?"

Calum chuckled a bit, "Luke over here almost hit you while you were walking around drunk off your ass then took you here."

"What do you mean almost hit me?" I asked more to Luke.

"You were walking down the middle of the road and my truck almost hit you."

"Shit I'm so sorry Luke," I don't know what possessed me to say sorry but I felt bad. What if he hit me and I died, I was putting my blood on the hands of someone so sweet.

"Its fine," he smiled, all of them a bit shocked by my outrage, "I am just happy you're okay"

"So Charlotte uhm, how is your dad? I haven't seen him in a while." Michael asks then adds, more to the boys, "her dad was like the funniest man I ever met. He was pretty great, even used to ta-"

"He's dead" I interrupted making the table go silent.

"Wha- when. Oh my god. Charlotte I am so sorry. I had no id-"

"First of all Michael, its Charlie not Charlotte. Second of all don't be sorry, my dads death was one of the best things that could have happened to me."

"What the fuck! Why would you say that?!" Calum yelled.

"Charlotte he was your dad! Are you that much of a bitch." Michael spat.

I stood up and faced him, "if you knew the real story you wouldn't be calling me a bitch."

Thats shut him up so I turned to Luke, "thank you for everything Luke, breakfast was delicious."

"Wait! I promised I would give you a ride, let me live up to that" He smiled, why is he being so nice to me.

"Are you kidding Luke?! Did you hear what she just said?"

"I did, but I don't care. Come on Charlie, I left your shoes at the front." Luke led me to the front away from the boys where indeed my shoes were there.

"I am just gonna grab your sweater, its upstairs" before I could do it myself he was already sprinting double steps up the stairs, and he was down in just a sec. "So your flannel kinda smells like booze so I grabbed you a sweater of mine, its pretty cold outside."

He handed my a black zip up sweater and I smiled, "thank you Luke." I put it on and, very discretely, smelled it. It smelt like him and I loved it.

He grabbed my hand, which was weird, sudden, and unexpected, and led me to his truck. Like a gentleman he even opened the door for me.

"So whats your address?"

"Uhm 3768 Clarkston." I mumbled.

"Oh! Thats near Ashton's house. I know the way."

I mumble something along the lines of 'great' as he drove away. "Luke? Uhm why are you being so nice to me? I am a bitch."

He looked at me quickly, then back to the road, "You're not a bitch Charlie. I think you're a great girl who obviously has a story behind why you decide to push people out. I think you're lost but not a bitch. There is no reason not to be nice to you."

I rolled my eyes, "so you want the rest of the story?"

He just shook his head, "nah, if you don't want to tell me then I am not gonna ask. Its your story and if you don't want to tell it thats fine. But no one should go through life without a friend just because there story is a little dark"

I laughed a bit, another weird thing for me, "oh so we are friends?"

"You slept at me house, drank my beer, and are wearing my sweater. I think that classifies us as friends."

"Okay, friend, then where are you going because I am positive Clarkston is on the other end of town."

"Well, friend, I just thought we could go do something. Want to do something?"

"Okayy, what are we gonna do?"

"How about we go for a walk then grab frozen yoghurt?"

"Hmmm okay."

So we drove a while, and talked. For some reason I could slowly feel myself slipping back into the old Charlie.

I was turning into Charlotte.