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Charlie had to remind himself to breath properly. This wasn’t that big of a deal- just carry on the conversation like everything was perfectly fine. It was almost like he was drowning. The area around him seemed as though it was spinning and all Charlie could concentrate on was Melanie talking about her pyjamas and then talking about how she was surprised to see him here. Charlie tried to smile, but he was sure it almost seemed like a grimace with his physical state. Breathe, breathe. It took some time before he opened his mouth again, because he was arguing with himself in his head. Was it weird to act like they were friends? Was it odd to simply want to talk to her? Should he just leave her alone and run off? No, just… talk to her. Another deep breath and he turned to look at Melanie, and he felt his eye sight start to get fuzzy from lack of properly breathing. God he was being such a prat.

“Hello, Melanie,” he choked out, his voice coming out all wrong and his expression not right at all. He was dying, oh god he was dying. His stomach hurt too much and there was no lying to himself and saying that it was because of not eating- it was her. She made him feel like he was a complete and utter moron, and he was certainly acting like it. Charlie turned so he was looking forward, and leaned forward and put his face in his hands, just wanting to get up and walk off. No. He couldn’t walk off- when else would he get a chance like this? He could just say something, or do something, or just breathe. That’d work. Charlie took three deep breaths shook his head while a thought came to his mind. Just kiss her already, you bloody idiot. Could he? No, that was ridiculous. Charlie’s stomach hurt more when he thought about it. Why on earth did he care so much? She’s right there. He could just, lean over, it wouldn’t be too difficult. He’d forgotten that he’d just been quiet all this time. Charlie gulped and turned to face Melanie, and opened his mouth but couldn’t talk. IDIOT. You’re such a bloody moron. Charlie let out a groan and closed his eyes again. God he should just walk away while he was still sane. She was making him insane.