Man, I used to be friends with a blonde reverse trap named Charlie/Charlotte.
Her parents worked for Boeing Phantom Works and that's about all we knew. They couldn't tell us jack shit about what they did during the day, since if they did, they'd have to kill us.
She also had a cute older sister who apparently my dad even commented on being really hot. Hurr. She's a perfectionist though, so definitely not my caliber.
Charlie had a massive level of ADHD like any true tomboy, and everyone at my school thought we were a gay couple. We had good times together playing Doom and trying to patent DynaLifters before someone else did (Note: We ultimately weren't able to do so).
Too bad I got friendzoned, and hard. She was two years younger than me, which doesn't sound like a lot nowadays, but when you're little it sort of does. I don't live anywhere near her anymore, either.
