She led him to a slightly ajar light blue door. "Come in, Will is inside-"
Again, completely disregarding her, Charlie invited himself in, but this time it was a little different. He went in carefully, watching his step. For him, this room was no less than a shrine for an esteemed deity and a lowly being like himself couldn't bear to disturb the atmosphere.
The room was decorated moderately and gave off a calm aura. Charlie looked at everything carefully, trying to burn it all in his memory. Would it look too strange if he were to take a photo right now, in front of Adelia? Should he just knock this annoying girl out and then do whatever he wants?
Still, since she was Willow's sister, Charlie decided not to harm her. He doesn't want to make Willow sad, after all.
Looking over, he saw a neatly made bed. Even from such a distance, Charlie could smell Willow's smell on it.
Oh god, this is the place where the being greater and even more perfect than god himself slept every day! Charlie almost couldn't believe it. He wanted to rush over, roll around in that bed and take in all that smell which was way sweeter than any perfume ever.
Still, he restrained himself. He didn't need to worry about Adelia since she can be taken care of, but if Willow was to suddenly come out and see him, his actions and a passed-out girl in the corner of the room might've been a little hard to explain.
Unknowingly, he walked closer and closer to the bathroom until he was almost at its door. the sound of water was clear along with some muffled humming.
The water stopped as the humming became more clear. Charlie was rooted at the spot, enchanted by the voice sweeter than any siren.
He knew he should move since Willow might be coming out any minute but still stood there, glued in place.
The door clicked as Willow, busy drying his hair, emerged topless. "Hmm..." Droplets of water fell off his hair, some of them splashing on Charlie. He swears that he isn't ever going to wash this pair of clothes. These shall be preserved forever as his heirloom.
Rubbing his eyes, he groggily opened them when he felt someone in his way. Dazed, Willow asked, "Who's here- WHAT! Charlie! What are YOU doing here?!" He shouted as he hurriedly tried to preserve his chastity by draping the head towel on his bare chest.
Charlie just stood there, showing no signs of movement. His eyes blankly stared at Willow as a trail of red seeped down his nose, right onto his lips.
Panicked, Willow tried to hurry back into the bathroom. Being naked in front of the top was like begging to be pushed down, after all!
But alas, fate wasn't at his side. It never is.
Tripping over the wet floor in his hurry, he fell forward, right on top of Charlie. For a moment, they just stared at each other, too shocked to move. Drops of water from Willow's wet hair fell on Charlie's face, rolling down his cheeks.
One of Willow's legs was near Charlie's knee. He tried to get up, but his hand slipped and he fell on the boy beneath him once again.
Head pressed against his chest, he could feel Charlie's heart beating madly. His face finally gained some expression as he blushed bright red.
Willow's leg touched something hard. Wondering what it was, he rubbed against it. Was it a bottle or something which had rolled off the floor?
Aroused from that, that 'thing' stood up even more upward and got harder. Suddenly, Willow realized something.
He has made a very, very big mistake. Just pray he won't lose his pants at the end of this project, ahh!