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Chapter 8 (Moving Out)

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Recap:
Charlie is moving out to her doms house... yeah... last chapter he was super nice and supportive and promised to not force anything on her, he talked about rules and punnishments and then they just had a good time!
End Recap

I thought about it, and talked with Sam about it, the sooner I leave the house the sooner I can come back. Since I need to spend at least a year with my partner. I'm moving out a week earlier than Sam, her dom is fixing up her apartment so she needs to wait, she also needs to say goodbye to her family. Sam has 2 brothers, she is the middle child. I emailed mom, but she didn't reply yet. I won't be there to help Sam move out but she says that's okay. I'm nervous, it's been 1 week since I talk to David in person. I got his number and he texts me good night at my supposed 'bedtime' every day. Safe to say I was not following it. It's not like he could check. It's sweet though, he puts in a nice effort.
I'm driving myself since I want to bring my car to his house. 3-hour drive here we come! I get in the car and drive. The scenery is quite boring where I live, just flat land, maybe some trees. About an hour in David calls. I pick up the phone and position it on the phone holder thing so he can see me, (it's FaceTime).
"Hey! Where are you at?"
"Two hours more to go! I'm on the highway right now."
"Cool, keep your eyes on the road, just calling to make sure you have something for lunch."
"Oh, I had a big breakfast, I'm not hungry." I am a liar.
"Okay, I'll call again in an hour, you still need lunch."
I roll my eyes, this is going to get annoying quickly.
"Fine." I'm tired of this conversation.
He hangs up and I start driving, I put on some music, twenty-one pilots to be specific. Right on cue at 2, he calls again.
"Hey! So according to my calculations, I think you are close to a burger place?"
Burger place? Yeah no. No way am I eating a burger.
"Nope. Must have passed it."
"Mhm okay, so where are you now? I'll find you a place to eat."
"I told you, I'm not hungry."
"Where are you at?" He has this stern voice. His normal smile and wrinkle in his eyes are gone.
" I don't-"
"You need food," he chuckles, "where are you it would take me like two seconds to find a good place."
"No, omg stop fucking forcing me! I don't want to eat!"
"Share your location with me."
"Bu-" I can't. He will know.
"Now."
I pout and click a few buttons on my phone, sharing my location.
"Thank you. When I ask something of you I expect a yes or a no with a valid reason behind it."
I nod. I told him I am not hungry. I was lying but he couldn't have known that! Why do I feel guilty? I did nothing wrong.
"Charlie, turn at the next stoplight."
For some reason I do, no fighting.
"Then left at the stop sign." He waits until I turn.
"Do you see the burger drive-thru? Go in the line."
I do so. He caught me. I know what's going to happen next. He is going to be mad. He is going to scream at me. I don't want him to be mad.
"Charlotte. Why did you lie? You did not pass the burger place."
I'm scared. He is on the phone. He can't hurt me. I'm still scared. I try speaking but nothing comes out. His face visibly softens.
"It's okay. I'm not mad. I just want to know why."
I swallow the ball in my throat.
"Burgers make me bloat."
"Food makes everyone bloat." He replies.
"But... but I bloat more."
"A food baby is good for you. We can go healthier next time, just don't lie to me."
And even though, I still don't think I did anything wrong. (I didn't) I still feel guilty. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
We settle on just a plain veggie wrap for me since he could tell I was scared of the normal burger. I got my food and said I would be there in an hour. We hung up. And when he did I grabbed my burger... I tried to eat it. I really did. But it looked so greasy... I can be a few more hours without eating. I'll have some gum instead. Gum is safe. I threw my food in the garbage.

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Dad joke of the chapter...
Did you know that the person who made an umbrella was going to just call it Brella but then hesitated!
(Get it? Ummmm....brella?)