Does it really matter, all that really matters
Second I’m with you, all my love pour out
“Who is it?” Demi asked.
“Alina Baraz,” Charlie answered.
He nodded, pulling out his phone and adding the song to his library. She hummed the words and pointed at him.
“Don’t do that,” he groaned.
She laughed. “Sing to you?”
“That shit, man, you’re dangerous,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“All that really matters is youuu keeppp showingggg uppp,” she sang, moving toward him and touching his face.
Demi tensed, grabbing her wrists so tightly that Charlie’s eyes widened, and her breath hitched. She pulled her wrists from his grasp, standing to her feet and looking at him in confusion.
“What just happened?” she asked, alarmed, her heart racing.
Demi stood too, overwhelmed. “My bad. I ain’t mean to grab you like that. I just don’t... the touching. I don’t like to be touched.”
Charlie blinked a confused stare at him as her face scrunched. “Like, ever?” she asked. “What do you mean you don’t like to be touched?”
She was so confused. Charlie was the most touchy-feely person in the world. It was her love language. She had to feel shit. To be visceral. Even in school when she had a hard time comprehending, she had to create visual models of math problems and shit to make sure she could understand them.
“I just don’t,” he stopped, knowing it sounded odd. He hated to be the weird nigga. With his rules. With his restrictions, but she had touched his face and it felt like he wanted to scrub his shit off. “I just don’t like the shit, man.”
Charlie squinted so hard at him while shaking her head then she snickered a bit. “That kind of makes me want to touch you more.”
She reached for him and he moved his head. “Don’t play, man,” he said.
“Wow,” she said, laughing. “This is really a thing. Like, OCD?”
Demi sucked his teeth and looked off to the side because he was annoyed that she was amused. She was playing in his face and another thing she didn’t know was that he had a temper problem. She was flirting with it.
“I just ain’t with the touching and I like shit a certain way,” he said.
“Okay,” she said, eyes sparkling with something like she was fucking blazing his ass inside her head. He could see the jokes she was withholding as she tried her hardest to be respectful.
“Ain’t nobody say shit about your looney-ass talking about taking off your shoes and laying in the grass,” he said defensively, face twisted up. He was salty and Charlie had to fold her lips to stop from laughing. She was a natural antagonist. A fucking Leo.
“Yup, you right. We all got our quirks,” she said. She lifted her hands. “I won’t touch.” She moved back to the bed. “You want to come over here? Promise to keep my hands to myself. I want to show you something.”
He was stubborn, so he stayed where he was for a few minutes as silence enveloped him.
“Please,” she added.
He moved then, joining her on the bed.
Charlie laid down. “Lie next to me,” she instructed. He repositioned himself and laid back. Side by side they stared at the sky. The moon glowed over them and Charlie reached one manicured hand to the sky, spreading her fingers. “It feels so close but it’s literally millions of miles away.”
“Yo, this shit is wild,” he said, noticing her view. The entire sky lit up with stars.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Too bad you don’t like to be touched. I would have fucked you out here.”
He laughed so hard that it infected her and then they settled into a comfortable silence.
