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Nick❤
9:47pm
Want to come over tomorrow?
Uh DUH
Why did you even ask
Idk
You might have had something on!
Well I don’t
so
But now you do
This is true
Ok gtg see you tomorrow you doofus
See you nerd 💖
💖
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Charlie unfortunately slept in. He was startled awake by Tori appearing and saying ''don't you have a date?” making him jump and swear. Tori raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t have a date!” Charlie said. Tori looked unimpressed.
“So you’re not supposed to be at Nick’s house in ten minutes?” she asked.
“Ten minutes…” Charlie looked at his phone. “Oh shit.”
“Yeah, I’ll go pack your bag.” Tori said and disappeared again.
Charlie got up and rifled through his closet, looking for pants that had slightly less massive holes in them and a shirt that would resemble something close to comfort. He finally found a jumper and put it on while struggling to squeeze into his favourite skinny jeans and then raced down the stairs. He grabbed his bag from Tori and dashed out the door, leaving a “thanks!” haphazardly thrown over his shoulder.
He ran as fast as he could (which was quite fast) so as to get there on time, and arrived panting and red in the face. Charlie rang the doorbell and leaned over wheezing. The door swung open.
“Charlie!” Nick exclaimed. “Why are you wheezing? Did you run here?”
“Yeah,” Charlie answered. “Slept… wheeze … in.”
“Come on, you’ll get cold,” Nick said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly and reaching forward to pull Charlie in and give him a kiss. Charlie pulled away, looking slightly dazed like he always did after they kissed. He shut the door behind him and took off his shoes.
“Come on, let’s go up to your room,” he said, pulling Nick by the hand up the stairs.
“Ok, ok, calm down,” Nick laughed. “I haven’t had breakfast yet, let me just grab a cuppa. Meet you up there!”
“Ok!” Called Charlie and he was off. Nick chuckled, and shook his head as he went to boil the kettle.
Nick opened the bedroom door, carefully balancing his steaming cup. Charlie was kneeling on the floor, rifling through the books on Nick’s nightstand, the ends of his massive jumper brushing the carpet. It was blue and boring, with a hood, but it looked very comfortable. And -
And it was Nick’s jumper.
Nick carefully placed his cup down on his desk and then turned around and said “You’re wearing my jumper.” Charlie looked up.
“Hm?” Then he looked at what he was wearing. “Oh, so I am.” He picked out a book and started reading the blurb. Nick strode forward and lifted him up. Charlie squeaked. Nick pressed him into the wall and blanketed him with his shoulders. He pressed his face into Charlie’s neck and breathed in.
“You really like me wearing your clothes, huh?” Charlie said, hooking his fingers below Nick’s chin and coaxing his face up to press a kiss to his mouth. Nick mumbled something into the kiss, but when Charlie tried to pull back Nick wound a hand behind Charlie’s neck and pulled him closer. They kissed for a few more moments until Charlie put a hand on Nick’s chest and gently but firmly pushed him away.
“Do you like me wearing your clothes?” He asked. Nick blushed.
“Yeah,” he blushed. “I don’t know, you just look so… mine.” Charlie grinned.
“I have an idea!” He said. “Every time I win a round of Mario Kart you give me a jumper. Not forever, but until like next week.”
“I’d be completely out of jumpers!” Nick exclaimed. Charlie cackled like an evil jumper-stealing supervillain.
“That’s the point,” he smirked.
“Every two rounds,” Nick compromised. “I don’t want to be too cold.”
“Deal."