Page 37 of The Charlie Method

“We all deal with shit differently, man. Just don’t let the past mess with your future, you know?”

Things are starting to feel a bit too heavy, so we put on a video game, the latest release from Orcus Games, which features the most jaw-dropping artwork I’ve ever seen in an RPG. Hats off to the designer.

Case heads home a couple hours later, but I keep playing until my phone lights up with a message. I pause the game to check it, discovering it’s from the girl Beck’s been chatting with.

I scan their chat history, and my dick thickens. Okay. Yeah. That’s hot.

Her newest message says,Hey, either of you around?

Setting aside the game controller, I lean back against the couch cushions with my phone in hand. I figure it’s as good a time as any to introduce myself.

ME:

Yup. It’s Lars.

CHARLIE:

Ooooh! I finally meet the mysterious Lars.

ME:

Mysterious?

CHARLIE:

Totally. Where have you been hiding?

ME:

Nowhere, really. Just haven’t been on my phone much.

I’m here now. Catch me up. What kind of lies has B been spreading about me?

When we created this profile, Beck and I agreed not to reveal our real names unless we decide to meet in person. Not that our “aliases” are espionage worthy. All one of us has to do is slip up and say we play hockey, and anyone could easily put two and two together, realize Lars is short for Larsen, and connect the dots from there.

Still, better safe than sorry. You can never be sure who you’re talking to online these days. For all we know, this Charlie chick is a fifty-year-old man named Aldo. Or a bot. Or a black widow trying to lure us to our deaths.

CHARLIE:

We haven’t spoken about you much, to be honest. We’ve been…busy.

ME:

Oh, I know. I just scrolled through your messages.

CHARLIE:

See anything you like?

ME:

All of it. I fucking liked all of it.

CHARLIE:

LOL You’re welcome :)

CHARLIE:

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