So here we were, sitting in my lounge of my penthouse in the city of the Gold Coast, a city on the eastern coast of Australia.
Enjoying a casual beer with the windows wide open to the fresh ocean breeze coming through, four good friends, beginning our lives in the world, open to opportunities, chances and stupid mistakes.
The four of us were relatively close, two of us, my closest and best friends, Chris and Mel.
Mel i had known for little over 5 years, meeting when i was 19 at a local bar.
She was carrying a round of beers for her and her friends, unfortunately tripping over discarded heels of a bruised and blistered individual seeking her painless fortune on the dance floor without them. That trip sent her flying into me, whilst talking to Chris, my longest and best friend. I’ll get to him in a moment. Mel whilst flying mid air managed to steer herself into the nearest object, me.
Her Arms flailing and the beer extending its reach to every stainable item of clothing possible in the vicinity found me. After multiple apologies from both Mel and myself, we began talking, but more on that memorable night later.
Chris, my longest and best friend, the same age as myself, 24. Meeting in grade 3 we were the two devilish children, inseparable in our escapades to create havoc. Making teaching unbearable for teachers. Chris is a singer of a local band named ‘Kings and Queens’, already holding one album which was rapidly spreading nationwide.
Charlotte, the third to make up our great group is a recent addition after dating Chris for two months, yet whilst she has slowly become a part of our group there is not a lot we, or i know at least about her past. All i know is she grew up locally on the coast with her mother. Now 25 with her exceedingly large and wondrous smile she brought an extroverted attitude to our group, despite her shrouded past.
Which leaves me, 24, unknown of my future, with no set path, whilst i had strong financial security due to an unexpected lottery win, however, i decided it was best to keep that win a secret, keeping me the same as any other, still pushing for survival and persual of happiness in both my job, and my future family, and friends.
My name is Charlie, this is my story.