"Charley Brown. Charley the unicorn. Charley Sheen. Heeeeey." Jaime greeted me the next day at Vic's house.
"Hey, boys. Long time, no see. You're hungover, yeah, very hungover." I said, looking at Tony. "You should go take a nap, and you're very lucky that Princess Charley brought herbal tea for you."
He nodded and walked out. I grinned at Vic and Mike. "Supermodels drink too many low-calorie fruity cocktails and then snort too much cocaine off some poor intoxicated girl's nipples. You learn how to take care of your friends after they puke on you a few times."
"You're like my mom. Only my mom isn't hot." Mike said in awe.
"I really hope that was a compliment. Otherwise, it was weird."
"It was." He grinned. "You were right; you weren't drunk."
"I told you. Someone didn't believe me, but that someone looks like they need a nap too." I glanced at Vic, who was already halfway out of the room.
Jaime left to go see his girlfriend and I was left with Mike, who was smirking at me. "Hi."
"Hey." I grinned. "You're not very hungover."
"Not at all." He said.
"Why did your idiot brother invite me over if everyone was going to go to sleep? That's no fun." I sighed.
"We could have some fun." He suggested, pulling me onto the couch beside him.
"Yeah?" I asked, leaning my face closer to his.
He smirked again. "Yeah."
"You should learn how to behave." I laughed.
"That's no fun." He sighed, mocking me.
"Do you always come onto girls that you've only just met?" I asked, tapping my lip with my finger.
"I haven't met many girls who look like you. Take that back; I haven't met any girls who look like you." He replied.
"Oh, I'm sure you say that to all of them." I waved him off.
He studied me. "What happened?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked blankly.
"Some guy made you pretty sad and pretty experienced at the same time." He replied.
I laughed. "Mike darling, you've got me pegged all wrong. I'm more like you than you imagine."
His eyes widened. "Now you've got me imagining."
"You're a perv."
"So are you. Don't bullshit, I can tell. I bet you're a real freak, huh?" He asked.
"You'd like to find out." I grinned. "Not gonna happen, dude."
"I can't tell if you're flirting with me or you hate me." He said thoughtfully.
Now it was my turn to smirk. "That's the point."
"Charley, I think we're going to be great friends."

Notes

Here are some picturesof Charley. She looks a lot like Demi Lovato only a bit taller. :)