Person Essay on Charles
As a handsome 5' 10" male with dark hair spiked in the front, and the most engaging smile approached my desk , I knew I would be laughing shortly.
Charles walked up to my desk in Human Biology while we were dissecting eyeballs and commented on my eyeball. "You seem to have a better eyeball than I do."
Many people wouldn't have taken this situation so lightly but because of
Charles's sense of humor being around him was guaranteed to be fun. With his feigned itching disease, his crazy antics, or his practical jokes my friend
Charles's sense of humor has taught me not to take life so seriously and have fun anywhere and everywhere.
I first met Charles at Dans, a mutual friends, party, where he told me he had an I itching disease. He was drinking beer and I had cranberry juice with vodka, and since we drove we had to spend the night. So around 3:30am we got tired and went to lie down. As soon as we laid down Charles asked if he could take his shirt off and if I would scratch his back. I told him sure. So he did and that's when he told me he had an itching disease and I wouldn't be able to stop scratching his back until it stopped itching him. Well, with a little alcohol in me I believed him. I laid there for 2 ½ hours before I realized he had fallen asleep and went to sleep myself. On Monday on school I saw Charles and asked him how his itching disease was. He just looked at me grinned and chuckled. That's when I realized he had pulled a fast one on me.
It didn't take me long to realize that Charles had some crazy antics up his sleeve. At another party Charles, Lisa , Dan and I sat in a room talking.
Lisa and Dan were drinking and were drunk. Charles and I were not. Dan started flipping out by yelling and screaming that the radio, which was on 2 at the most, was to loud. Charles knew that Dan was drunk and decided to play with his head. So Charles whispered into my ear that I should tell him I turned it down.
So I did and Dan was ok with it. Charles and I were laughing hysterically because it was so much fun playing with these drunk friends.
Charles didn't care what other people thought about him as long as he made people laugh. At a chorus concert one night our friend Lisa brought in her
patience and patience was the key that night. We stayed up all night long and still going
... composition class at school and was needing to take notes to compare his restaurant to another Mexican eatery in town. He let it go but watched me closely throughout the rest of my meal. I found this distracting and quite odd.
but it's that he lied to me and he was telling me "I was awfully busy
I asked him ‘Didn’t you have a wife or a girlfriend you could do this with?’ He said ‘I like this better. I like it better this way.’ “
“I was really sick for a while. It got to the point where I would get sick and throw up after everything I ate,” he said.
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
I could tell he was furious like if he wanted he would kill me in a second. He dragged me back to the ranch and threw everything that was in my bag to the ground. Everyone came out to see what was going on. Even Candy.
sleep, Late in the evening the strange horses came. By then we had made our convenant with
“Life is short, sweetheart.” Charlie knew women and that every no can turn into a yes.
We stayed up most of the night talking and imagining how everything would be and how things had changed since we last went. My best friend explained to me that we needed to set an alarm for us to get up and be ready in the morning so we wouldn’t get left.
my old friends who was sat in the far corner of the room with a rather
“To tell you the truth all I know about polo is that it involve horses, sticks, balls, and men, which now that I’m thinking about sounds like a bad porno film.” I said the last part without thinking and before I could take it back or make an excuse Charles was laughing which was good since eventually he would have found out my humor.
It was no later than we went to bed and it was soon Saturday morning and we were up and ready for the day. My mom and I headed into the small town to see what they had and afterward to the big city. After we
When he first pointed it out I assumed that he was pulling my leg. When I did reach up to touch my face, I pulled my hand down and saw that it was wet with my own blood. I had kept a level head until then, but when I saw the red liquid staining my hand, no matter how much I hate to admit it, I started crying like the little third grader that I was.
I yelled at him. The dog remained calm. Now it was standing on my waist. It lowered its cute head, and sniffed my pockets. I was surprised.