A/N: This is for ScribbledThought's contest for The Fake Date. I was going to write about Courtney, but I then got this amazing idea to write about Charlie instead! So, this is about Charlie and how he feels. I hope that Scribbles likes it! 

oh, and the banner on the side is mine for the contest as well. :D It's of Amie and Eli...not Amie and Charlie...which I would've thought if it was on a oneshot about charlie...anywho...vote, comment, and love. <3 

I didn’t mean to hurt her. I know that I cheated on her…and with her best friend. I know that doesn’t bode well for me, but I can’t help but want her back. It seemed like she was suffocating me at first, not letting me have what I wanted, but seeing her with that guy made me realize that I made the biggest mistake of my life.  I still wanted her to be a part of my life. Maybe not as my girlfriend obviously but as a friend. I needed her in my life. That’s all I knew. So, I approached her at that party, hoping that I could repair the bridge that I burned.

“Amie…you look…” I looked her up and down. I didn’t mean to do it, but it was just a habit. “Good. Really Good.”

“So, you’re into fashion now?” she rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t have suspected.”

I shrugged. “Well, I guess I’m just full of surprises.” Like how I ended up in bed with Steph, your best friend.

She dropped the smile that she put on her face. “What do you want, Charlie?”

My smile disappeared from my face, but I was still so happy to be talking to her. It felt right to be that close to her, even if it was me that screwed everything up. She was giving me a look that suggested that she had regretted our relationship. Well, I didn’t blame her. I had hurt her. If she had done the same to me, then I would regret going out with her.

“I just want to see how you’re doing.”

It was the truth, but it was only part of the reason I wanted to see her. I wanted to take back everything that I did to break her heart. I never wanted to be with Steph, and I still didn’t. I just wanted something that rightly didn’t belong to me. I was selfish and nothing more.

“Is there anything else?” she asked, her voice as cold as our severed relationship.

“I…Can we try again? I mean, as friends? I know what I did was…I was a jerk. A total Jackass. And I know that no matter how many times I apologize you’ll never forgive me and that’s okay; I don’t expect you to. But can we try to be friends or something?” She started to interrupt me, but I held my hands up to signal for her to wait for me to finish. “Or maybe not friends,” I said quickly, noticing the look on her face. “Just people, whatever you want. I just don’t want you to hate us, Amie.”

Her anger seemed to vanish and was replaced with sadness, disappointment. I was probably imagining it, but I did refer to Steph, the girl who was supposed to be her best friend. “She misses you, Amie,” I added. Steph really did miss her. She talked about her every chance that she got. We had hurt her, and that weighed heavily on both our minds. “She – we both feel terrible for what happened. We didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I looked at her, waiting on her to say something – anything. I just wanted to know that she was okay,  whether she wanted to be with me or not. I really hoped that she would take me back. I knew that I had betrayed her by sleeping with her best friend, but I really did love Amie. She had been the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I blew it. I had the perfect life, and now I have a life full of lies. I’m learning from my mistakes, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be happy anytime soon.

“It’s okay,” she finally said, but I wasn’t sure that I believed her. She didn’t sound convincing enough. “Honestly, I’m fine. I’m moving…I’ve moved on.” The strength in her voice told me everything. She really had moved on and with that guy. Who the hell was he anyway? Steph had said that his name was Eli, but nothing else really.

“You’ve moved on,” I said mostly to myself.

I wanted to ask her if that meant that we were friends or just people, but her friend came back with a plate of sausages. I turned away from her and walked back over to where Steph was waiting on me. She held a beer in each hand and smiled at me.

“How did it go?” she asked, handing me one of them.

I shrugged. “She’s really moved on.”

“Really?” she asked, disbelief in her voice.

I nodded. “It really seemed like she really is in love with what’s-his-face.”

“Eli,” Steph reminded me. “Eli is his name.”

I shrugged. “Who cares what his name is?”

She looked into my eyes with so much love. I took a swig of my beer and kissed her on the cheek instead of on the lips like I normally would’ve.  A pink color crept onto her cheeks, and I smiled at how beautiful she truly was. I looked deeply into her eyes. I had been so worried about hurting Amie and trying to get her back that I never really paid attention to the girl that I was currently with. Perhaps I could learn to love her, but did she want me to learn?

“I love you, Charlie,” she whispered.

I hesitated for a moment. The chill of the cold beer freezing against my hand, but I didn’t switch hands. I wanted it to wake me up. I wanted to just be able to tell her that I didn’t feel the same, but I had built up so many lies. I didn’t want to break another girl’s heart.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.

I may not have gotten everything right. I’ve made some pretty big mistakes, but I know that I’ll be out of the mess that I made in time. For now, I just needed to live with the consequences that I had made. I was learning how to be a good person. It just needed to take more time – and a drink. I took another swig of my beer and just about drained that whole thing. Okay, make that a lot to drink.