With one "see you later", Charlie knew Nancy Wheeler was the only one for her.
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TRICK OR TREAT, FREAK “i don't want you to get hurt”
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“I HEARD ABOUT THIS PARTY TONIGHT,” Hopper said as Charlie sat herself down at the breakfast table, the girl having briefly checked her watch to check the time before being surprised by the sudden comment.
“Please don’t go and break it apart,” Charlie sighed, taking a swig of her orange juice. “When you did that last time I got shaving foam in my locker everyday for a week just because they knew you were my uncle. Somehow, they thought I snitched. I do not care enough to snitch.”
“That’s not what I was gonna say,” Hopper chuckled to himself as he flipped over the french toast on the frying pan. “I was thinkin’ maybe you should go. At least for an hour or two.”
“Oh, not you too,” Charlie shook her head. Why was everyone suddenly obsessed with her interacting with others? She was pretty happy with her small circle of friends. “I’d actually rather put up with the shaving foam covered textbooks than deal with anybody at one of those parties.”
“I think it’ll be good for you,” Hopper shrugged, moving the frying pan over to her waiting plate, pushing two slices onto it. “Y’know, talkin’ to people your own age. Not being stuck in here.”
“I’m not stuck in here,” Charlie assured him, picking up her knife and fork as he headed back over to the stove. “I like living here. It’s quiet.”
