"He sounds like a bloody scumbag�" Charlie handed Steph another tissue and she wiped her eyes with it.

"Thanks" She attempted a smile, and then laughed. "God and you're thinking 'I'm sitting in my bathroom with a complete stranger who's crying her eyes out'�" She sniffed, and looked at him. "Id better get dressed and go. You don't want me here ruining your night in" He smiled at her

"I wasn't thinking that at all�"

"Liar�No, wait, No you weren't thinking that. I'm not a stranger... Im a bloody head case" She wiped her eyes and giggled a little.

"No... I was thinking how much I want to kiss you�."

He leaned in towards her and gently kissed her. She let him, and she started to play with his hair as they kissed. He pulled away

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that�" He stood up, and headed for the door.

"Why not?" She stood up as well and walked towards him.

"Because you're upset.. I'd be taking advantage" He looked away, and began to blush.

"No you wouldn't�" She put her arms around his neck, and gently kissed him. Then she put her head on his chest. "But can we go downstairs for a bit? I'm really tired, I just wanna chill out for a bit�" Charlie smiled.

"Course� but you're not drinking my beer�." He laughed as he put his arm around her and kissed her cheek as they walked downstairs.

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By the time they'd got downstairs, Matt and James had got their guitars out. Steph walked into the living room, and slumped on one of the sofas in her dressing gown. Charlie sat down next to her, and handed her a mug of coffee.

"Cheers Charlie" she took it from him and sipped it. She put the mug on the table, and sat back. Charlie put his arm around her shoulders, and he pulled her towards him so her head rested on his shoulder.

"Hey, up, what's going on here then?" Matt stopped playing and stared at Charlie "Thought you took your time�"

Charlie picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

"Shut up� "He glared at Matt. "Nothing happened�." Steph sat up. I'm gonna get dressed� Is that OK?"

"Course it is" James smiled at her, "Don't take to long though"

"I'll be quick," she giggled, "I haven't got any make up with me� unless you want to lend me some of yours, Matt?"

Matt stared at Charlie, who was in hysterics on the sofa.

"C, what the hell have you said to her?!!"

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Matt started to gather all the empty cans off the table, and threw them into the bin with a clatter.

"So what's up mate? Was she crying? Did I hurt her? Do I need to apologise again?!"

Charlie sat forward and threw a can into the bin. It missed. Matt tutted and picked it up.

"No, you didn't. Some other arsehole did though. She'd just caught her boyfriend in bed with some girl� that's why she'd been crying."

James stopped playing.

"You're joking me?! Slimy bastard� Is she OK?"

"Yeah, she cried for a bit up there. She's so sweet bless her�"

"Wait, a minute� Am I hearing Charlie saying she's sweet?!" Matt dropped another can into the bin and stared at him. "The last time we heard that line was bloody Annabelle!"

Charlie looked away from him, obviously hurt at the mention of her. James threw a can at Matt's head.

"You twat."

"Oh, shit, sorry mate� you alright?!!" Matt realised he'd put his foot in it. Charlie looked back up at him.

"Yeah, don't worry mate. I am."