Social Murder - Charmax

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I couldn't look you in the eye

Charlotte would have been highly offended if he ever treated her like she was fragile. She had a disorder that made her weak sometimes, but the other 95% of the time, she was fun and happy and loved to live. The anxiety attacks were something that came with her, something she couldn't wish away, hard as she might try. It was just something that anyone close to her actively chose to deal with because they enjoyed her company. She couldn't say she'd blame him if he didn't choose to deal with it. They weren't that close.

His question was difficult to answer, mostly because she didn't ever know what helped and what hurt her further. "S-sometimes. I suppose it just depends on the problems at hand, ya know? Like this stuff...I wouldn't burden you with all that brought this on, but if school or work was getting to me, I think that's what would be easier to talk about." Her family problems were for a therapist and for family. He already probably thought she was a mess and he hadn't even scratched the surface.

Max's fingers squeezed hers and she took comfort in his words. She wondered what their friendship would be like after the night was over. Whether they would be better friends or just friendly strangers. He already knew so much about her.

Charlotte looked up when he stood and she followed suit, staggering a bit from her weak knees and a sharp pain to her head. Her hangover was about to be harsh. She kept hold of his hand, her other resting on his arm as she walked. Every time she went through an episode she couldn't focus on anything, like her vision just turned off and left a blurred haze. "You're easily one of the nicest people I've ever met, Max. Not a lot of people would have been quite so understanding," She muttered as they approached the door. She couldn't tell if it was the dizziness or her reluctance that made her walk slow, but when they reached the door she could see Miles.

You're so very special, but I'm a creep.

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I couldn't look you in the eye

Charlotte couldn't find one thing wrong with him. Not a single thing. Except for the fact that he was not single himself. She leaned into him as he wrapped his arm around her waist and she shrugged, "Alright, don't go spreading lies about me now." Attempting to crack a smile, she glanced up at him, "I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm good, but I suppose there are worse people."

She could tell that they were both going slower than was probably normal, but she didn't know if he was doing it just because she was still unsteady or if it was because he had kid gloves on. He pulled her closer and she allowed herself a moment to just imagine that he actually wanted to prolong his time with her. Charlotte chewed on her lower lip when Spencer passed by them to the car. Miles was leaning against the passenger side, his eyes averted from her and Max, but very much focused on Spencer. All she could do was smile because she knew exactly what it felt like to long for someone that was unreachable. Charlotte stopped outside the door and turned a little to suddenly, placing a hand on his arm to keep from falling. "So, uh, I guess I'll see you at school?"

When Spencer passed by Max and Lottie, Miles tried to keep his eyes elsewhere, but she walked straight up to him and gave him a pat on the cheek. His face reddened when she got in the front, fully aware that he'd have to focus on driving with her sitting right beside him. He rested his arm across the door to the passenger side that remained open and decided he should probably give his twin a moment to say her goodbyes, "Thanks for helping out with Lot."

You're so very special, but I'm a creep.