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Enough is enough.
It's been nine days, a week and a half, and Charlie's had enough of feeling like an asshole. Both Neil and Juno spoke a lot of sense and, if he was honest with himself, they had only been telling him what he'd decided for himself. Whatever had happened, it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened, and nothing was ever going to resolve itself unless Charlie did something about it. He couldn't sulk forever. Yeah, Ed was probably going to want to pretend that nothing had happened, which....Charlie wasn't entirely sure he liked that idea, but if that was what was going to happen, at least they ought to get it done...
Right?
He huffs a sigh out, walking along the sand with his Chucks strung around his neck by their laces. It hadn't taken him a long time to find out where Ed and his brother lived. Charlie tries to ignore the lurching sick feeling in his belly as he walks along the beach. He gets this sort of sick, fluttery feeling every time he thinks about Edmund Pevensie, lately. Any time he thinks about him and not just when he's lying in the bed that he's still trying to get used to.
It's going to feel better once they talk about it, and maybe they can still be friends afterwards, right? Charlie's pretty good at having crushes and doing nothing about them.
It's not like it'll be the end of the world.
It's been nine days, a week and a half, and Charlie's had enough of feeling like an asshole. Both Neil and Juno spoke a lot of sense and, if he was honest with himself, they had only been telling him what he'd decided for himself. Whatever had happened, it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened, and nothing was ever going to resolve itself unless Charlie did something about it. He couldn't sulk forever. Yeah, Ed was probably going to want to pretend that nothing had happened, which....Charlie wasn't entirely sure he liked that idea, but if that was what was going to happen, at least they ought to get it done...
Right?
He huffs a sigh out, walking along the sand with his Chucks strung around his neck by their laces. It hadn't taken him a long time to find out where Ed and his brother lived. Charlie tries to ignore the lurching sick feeling in his belly as he walks along the beach. He gets this sort of sick, fluttery feeling every time he thinks about Edmund Pevensie, lately. Any time he thinks about him and not just when he's lying in the bed that he's still trying to get used to.
It's going to feel better once they talk about it, and maybe they can still be friends afterwards, right? Charlie's pretty good at having crushes and doing nothing about them.
It's not like it'll be the end of the world.