On a Sunday

3:40 pm

Philadelphia, PA

It was a quiet day in the Kelly home. Bonnie was making lunch for herself and her son, who was working on invitations to his birthday party. She chatted as he wrote the party information on the store bought cards.

"Who are you inviting, Sweetie?" She inquired.

"The usual: Dennis, Dee, Mac-"

"Who on Earth is Mac?"

Charlie sighed; his mother forgot his friends all the time. It was getting old. "Mac is what Ronnie calls himself now."

He cleared his throat, moving onto the next point. "Mom, you remember how old I'm turning, right?"

"Eighteen!," Bonnie squealed like a game show contestant, "Old enough to vote and drink!"

"And legally an adult, right?" Bonnie nodded in agreement.

Charlie made himself look as grown up as he possibly could. His t shirt was stainless and his not quite broad shoulders were rolled back. Doing this made Dennis look stronger than he actually was, it should work for Charlie, too. "I think I want this party to be just my friends. As in, maybe, without you?"

Charlie Kicks His Mom Out

This shouldn't have been as big of a shock as it was to Bonnie. Charlie had been becoming more and more independent recently. He walked with Mac to school every day, he made his own lunch, and he went to the store by himself after school. It was almost as if he never needed her.

Bonnie had Charlie fairly young. Most of her adult life has been built around him. She sent him to Catholic school specifically to have the best education possible and started selling her… um… sexual favors. Christmas was a great time for her sales, but she made it cheaper in exchange for a gift for Charlie. Frank refused to get Charlie anything; he still thought Charlie was aborted.

"Okay," Bonnie said, finally answering Charlie. "you can have your little party without me there." She brought over his sandwich and kissed him on the forehead. "My little gingerbread man."

Charlie blushed a little. He didn't mind his mothers, with lack of a better word, mothering. He always found it comforting, which did embarrass him. He wasn't what one would call "loveable"; like his other friends, he was still technically a virgin and the only one who had never been on a real date. Few people at school liked him, unless he was doing something like eating worms (which taste like a savory version of gummy worms, oddly enough). His Uncle Jack, well, Charlie never could remember what happened when they hung out. It was just darkness, which made him think of a "Nightman" of sorts. His grandma was old and always ranted about his "automatic damnation" because he didn't have a father. Long story short, Bonnie was the only one who made Charlie feel loved, which he was grateful for.

In a party atmosphere, however, Bonnie would out-drink half the guests and possibly attempt to hook up with someone. Charlie was aware, however vaguely, of his mothers conquests. She was a risk of a buzz kill or expressing more than parental affection, which actually could get embarrassing. Thankfully, she seemed ok with not being invited to her sons party. Maybe in the future, when he didn't have anything to lose, she could come back to his birthday parties.

Charlie's cards were done before he knew it. They were ready to be handed out to his friends at school. For once, he couldn't wait for the reentrance into hell. The cards made the party official. On Saturday, his friends will come to visit.

He fantasized about the party a moment: there would be good music and booze, but no "real" drug. Mac and Dennis would be proud and Dee would be confident enough to take off her back brace (which Charlie lacked the mental capacity to understand in entirety). All of his friends would be there. They would be eating, grinding, eating and grinding; there were countless options.

Bonnie, meanwhile was locked in her room, crying quietly. Her sweet, music loving son used to show her off to the other parents. Now Charlie was embarrassed by her. She read something about parents coddling their children, where they should never ask to leave or stay. If they're embarrassed at a young age, that means the parent is doing something wrong. If they keep toddler close (as the article had called it) there was an outside force that harmed the child early on. Charlie asking Bonnie to leave might mean she was doing something right. Or maybe he didn't love her. There was only one sure fire way to find out.

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Later that night, at dinner, Bonnie tested what the magazine theorized. "Charlie, sweetie?"

Charlie looked up from his mashed potatoes, the exact consistency he liked. "Yeah?"

"You love me, don't you?"

"Of course I do mom."

"Good. Good." They were silent for another five minutes. "And you know I love you, right?"

"If you didn't, grandma would be telling me about eternal damnation about now."

"Don't say 'damn', sweetie. You sound uneducated, even if you're right about grandma."

Charlie wondered if she heard Mac explain to him, "Bro, a dick in the mouth is worth just as much as a tongue in the pussy. Together, it's almost the quantity of an actual fuck, especially if you know where to put your tongue. Stay near the clit, but the pussy is fine, too."

He worried about this becoming a lecture, so he said "I'm turning in early," kissed her on the head, and said, "Good night" Clearly, he wasn't really going to bed. He was going to masturbate to Rachel from Friends. A much nicer alternative, especially when using the profanity he was yielding a lecture from.

OK this is my first fanfic ever, so tell me what you think :)