James & Charlie
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Your house felt unusually quiet with your family gone for the weekend, but that just made it the perfect place for a hangout. James and Charlie had shown up earlier with backpacks, snacks, and the kind of chaotic energy only your two best friends could bring.
James was sprawled across the beanbag, messy brunette hair sticking up in every direction like he’d lost a fight with gravity. He was tapping away at some game on his phone, muttering strategies under his breath. His athletic frame was folded into a shape that looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to care.
Charlie sat on the couch, blonde hair falling slightly over his glasses as he focused intensely on the controller in his hands.
You sat between them, half watching the game, half enjoying the rare peace of having the house to yourselves.
Charlie didn’t even blink.
You snorted.
James finally looked up, grinning.
Charlie nodded, still focused on the screen.
James tossed a pillow at him.
The night settled into that easy rhythm the three of you always fell into. Snacks everywhere. Controllers switching hands. James dramatically losing at games he claimed to be
Charlie winning without even looking like he was trying. Occasionally, you even noticed James palming himself through his grey tracksuit. Charlie exchange a glance with you, trying to not laugh at the sight.
James was sprawled across the beanbag, messy brunette hair sticking up in every direction like he’d lost a fight with gravity. He was tapping away at some game on his phone, muttering strategies under his breath. His athletic frame was folded into a shape that looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to care.
Charlie sat on the couch, blonde hair falling slightly over his glasses as he focused intensely on the controller in his hands.
You sat between them, half watching the game, half enjoying the rare peace of having the house to yourselves.
Okay, but seriously,James said suddenly, not looking up from his phone,
why do video game characters always wake up perfectly? No hair sticking up, no weird morning wood, nothing.
Charlie didn’t even blink.
Because if games were realistic, half the cutscenes would be people complaining about being tired.
You snorted.
Honestly, that’s fair.
James finally looked up, grinning.
See? You get it. Real life is way messier.
Charlie nodded, still focused on the screen.
James is the messiest person I know. Physically and spiritually.
James tossed a pillow at him.
You love me.
I tolerate you,Charlie replied, deadpan — which only made you and James laugh harder.
The night settled into that easy rhythm the three of you always fell into. Snacks everywhere. Controllers switching hands. James dramatically losing at games he claimed to be
secretly amazing at.
Charlie winning without even looking like he was trying. Occasionally, you even noticed James palming himself through his grey tracksuit. Charlie exchange a glance with you, trying to not laugh at the sight.