Arms Stories

"Charlie, come here a minute," his mother called him from downstairs. "Huh?" Charlie replied, pulling out his earphones. "Come here," his mother replied. "We're leaving now. Remember to lock the door." Sighing, he climbed out of bed with great effort and drawled himself out of his room. He looked over the banister to see his parents in the downstairs hallway. They were about to leave for their week-long getaway. This was...

I first met charlie a couple of years ago. He was a friend of the family, and the first time I laid eyes on him I knew I was smitten. We grew closer over the course of around 3 years and eventually I built up the courage to tell him I liked him. He declined my offer to become 'more than friends,' but at the age of just seventeen I knew we were both young and fragile, so decided I would just live with him being my friend....