A/n: Okay guys, since i'm only doing 2 characters u may see repeats of who the piss victim is so if I have 3 charlie chapters in a row dont come for me😔💔

"I have to pee so bad" Charlie groaned, "and it's freezing out here oh my god!"

Nick laughed, "you should have gone before we left the school! And how are you colder than I am? You have two jackets on! And a sweater underneath them!" He grabbed Charlie's hand, "oh, babe you really are cold" he said, eyes going wide. He took his other hand and gently rubbed Charlie's freezing knuckles, "you'll be home soon, darling."

Charlie blushed, shivering. Nick's hands were so warm. He leaned into the touch, "yeah. I just didn't get a chance to use the bathroom for the last half of the day, so the cold is really not helping me hold my bladder" he said, laughing. They were coming up to his house, "oh, thank God."

Nick gave Charlie a quick kiss, "text me later, alright?" He asked, giving him a light hug. Charlie hugged back, agreeing.

"See you tomorrow" Charlie said, "bye!"

He began to speed walk towards his house as Nick began to walk to his. Charlie noticed that his parent's car wasn't in the driveway, so that meant his parents weren't home. Maybe he would be able to eat something in private. He got up to the door, scrambling to reach for the knob. Once he twisted it, he let out a frustrated groan. Locked.

He knocked frantically on the door, hoping that Tori was home. After a while of squirming in place, he remembered that Tori had told him to remember to grab his house key before he left for school that morning. She was vague about where she'd be, but probably going to hang with friends after school, or something of that nature.

Okay. So, he was stuck outside in the freezing cold with no house key, and a very full bladder. If he ran now, he would be able to catch up with Nick rather quickly and walk to his house, at least until Tori got home. But his parents would probably be upset if he went to Nick's without asking—especially on a school night when he had an essay due soon.

Not only that, but if they knew he was irresponsible enough to forget his key, even after Tori had reminded him—he'd never hear the end of it. His mother would surely lecture him, and then for the rest of his life he would have to hear stupid little reminders or annoying jokes. Yeah, no thank you.

He could also text Tori, but he didn't want to ruin her night out because of him. Especially when she had warned him. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, really. He was sure his parents would rather him go to Nick's house than stay outside in the harsh snow with an aching bladder. But the last time he snuck off to Nick's didn't go very well for him. He sat on the bench outside of his house, putting up his hoodie and pulling the strings so it would go around his face. His cheeks and nose were starting to feel numb.

Surely, Tori wouldn't be out for long. She hated other people, and Charlie wasn't even sure that her friends were actually more than just school friends. He'd never seen any of them come around to their place before, and she never really hung out one on one with anybody. So, wherever she was, she was bound to get bored of it and come home soon. At least, he hoped so.

The sun was setting, and it was only getting colder. The winds were harsh against his skin, and on top of that, it was snowing. It just felt so icy outside, even with his multiple layers of clothing. He tried to keep his fingers from going numb as well, but it was getting harder as his hands shook from the cold.

He let out a long sigh, watching the puff of air visibly leave his lips. He remembered now, where his parents were at least—it was their anniversary. They wouldn't be home for hours.

He continued to sit there for a bit, shifting in his seat. He began to sulk, his shoulders trembling from the low temperatures. He brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on top of them. He was either going to die here or piss himself if he didn't text Tori. So, he pulled out his phone and began to type up a message.

Charlie: Hey, Tori? Are you busy rn?

It didn't take too long for her to reply—usually, she replied immediately. Because usually, she wasn't busy. So the fact that it took more than two minutes for her to respond answered his question.

Tori: Yes. But it's terribly boring here. Everybody's just gossiping about the latest drama between all these stupid couples. Why?

He let out a sigh of relief. He had never been so happy that his sister hated socializing.

Charlie: Can u call??

Tori: Yes. Give me a second, is everything alright? Are you safe?

His heart jumped to his throat as he frantically typed up his response. He shouldn't have been so vague, he hadn't wanted to panic Tori, or god forbid make her think he had relapsed or something.

Charlie: Yes, yes i'm sorry i'm safe don't worry

Tori: Okay, for God's sake, just give me a heart attack next time. Calling now.

His phone rang and he picked up immediately, sighing with relief. The wind was loud, so he put his sister on speaker, "Tori?"

"Charlie, what's going on? Why does it sound so..windy? Wait, are you outside right now?" She questioned.

"Um. Yes" Charlie admitted, cringing. He began to speak faster, "I'm really sorry, but I forgot my key this morning, and mum and dad are at their anniversary dinner or something, and I—I've just been overthinking for a while, I probably should have called you sooner, I—"

"Charlie...how long have you been outside?" Tori asked slowly. Though she knew the answer—he walked home from school with Nick every day.

"...Uh...Since I got home from school? Maybe. Maybe a little over 30 minutes?" He questioned.

"....Charlie. You are aware that it's negative five hundred fucking degrees outside, aren't you?" Tori asked.

"Oh. That's why it's so cold?" Charlie laughed nervously.

"Charlie!" Tori groaned.

"Tori, are you okay?" Charlie heard a voice call out.

"Who is that?" Charlie questioned.

  He heard the click of the door opening, and he got a clearer sound of the voice, "Are you on the phone with Charlie?"

"Michael!" She hissed, "yes, and he's gotten himself locked outside of the house in this weather! He's been out there for thirty minutes! Christ!"

"Oh, shit! That's not good, he could get really sick" Michael said, "come on. I'll drive you home."

Tori bit her lip, "Are you sure? You're the one who invited me out, I—"

"Come on! We both know this place is lame. We can just chill on your couch and watch a Christmas movie instead" He assured her, "really, it's fine. We can't leave Charlie stranded! I'll go start the car, alright?"

"Okay" Tori agreed.

Charlie heard footsteps running away, and Tori sighing, "Thank-t-t-thank you" he said quietly. She could hear the stuttering shake to his voice. He must have been freezing, "p-please hurry" he said through gritted teeth. He was not going to be able to hold his bladder for much longer.

"We'll come as quick as we can" She assured him.

"Okay, not too qu-quickly, though. T-the r-roads are Icy. N-nick almost died walk-wal-walking me home" He chuckled.

Tori's voice was serious as she said, "Okay, we will be safe. Please don't freeze to death."

"I won't—Goodbye" he said, before he hung up the phone.

He put his phone back in his pocket and pressed his hands against his face. He was literally an icicle. He needed to get out of the snow, so he stood up slowly and made his way to the porch. He sat by the door and got on the floor, shuddering as he hugged himself, trying to warm up. It was no use. Aside from that, his bladder was slowly giving out on him, and he could feel the leaks in his underwear. His body felt so close to shutting down that his bladder was ready to just let go so he could pass the fuck out or something.

The leaks going into his underwear were hot, and he was just so, so cold. Once that warm liquid began to hit his thighs, it's like he couldn't stop himself from continuing. Before he even registered what was happening, he had a torrent of urine hissing as it came out of him, soaking into his jeans. Once he was wet down to the knee and his pants couldn't hold anymore, a puddle began to form around his ass.

He felt his lips trembling. This had just been the worst day possible. He felt himself beginning to cry, balling his fists up and pressing them harshly against his eyelids. He sniffled, trying not to let out any loud sobs. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, fighting the urge to have a complete breakdown and just cry, but eventually he finished peeing, and the liquid was rapidly cooling against his skin, making him colder than he was previously. He shook off his heavy duty coat and placed it around his lap, as if that would hide the accident even after he stood up.

It wasn't long before he saw headlights, and a car pulling into the driveway. Once it was parked and turned off, two people got out. Charlie's eyes were barely opened at this point. He was so cold. He noticed Tori and Michael running up to him. He heard their voices, "Oh my God! Charlie, your entire face is red! Look at your hands! They're literally glossy!" Tori exclaimed, she grabbed his arm and helped him stand as Michael made himself useful and unlocked the door.

Once they got inside, Tori noticed that Charlie was soaking wet from the waist down. She also noticed that he had obviously been crying. His tears were practically frozen to his cheeks, "Oh, Charlie" she said, her voice gentle.

Michael looked at him with sympathy, "oh, dude."

"I-I—I literally couldn't hold it anymore. I'm s-ssorry" Charlie said, shivering, "I ne-need to. Um. Clean up."

"Yeah, of course. Take a hot bath and we'll get the heater going, alright?" Tori asked, placing a hand on her brother's shoulder, "Oh, God. You are going to be so sick. You fucking idiot. Sitting out there for thirty minutes before you even thought of calling me."

Charlie chuckled, "It's so me."

Tori shook her head and smiled, "It is, isn't it, you dummy. Put your wet clothes in the sink for now. We can take care of those later."

Charlie agreed before he walked off to go shower, and Tori just shook her head as she watched him. Michael frowned, "poor little dude. We should like, totally make him some cocoa. Get some blankets. Turn on a film and we can all just chill."

"Good idea. He's going to be so humiliated when he gets back, though. Especially since you saw" she said.

"What? I'm like, super chill!" Michael protested.

"Exactly. Ever since he started to actually get to know you, he started to really like you. He thinks you're cool, and wants to make a good impression. Plus, he seems to think we're dating or something" she said casually, walking away as she said that last bit.

"...Aren't we?" He questioned. Tori just continued walking, "Tori??? We are dating, right?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She teased, not even looking back at him as she made her way to the kitchen, "come on. We have some cocoa to make."

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In Tori's opinion, Charlie was spending an insane amount of time in the bathroom, even for someone who had wet his pants and potentially developed hypothermia and frost bite. She hoped he didn't still look as bad as he did an hour ago, or else they may have to pay a visit to the hospital. Plus, she could see the steam coming out from the bathroom door, so he was plenty warm.

When he finally exited the bathroom, she cringed at what she saw. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was the same shade it was earlier. She could tell it wasn't from the crying, or the temperature of the water. His cheeks were a glossy, bright color of red and so was his nose. He already looked sick.

She walked over to him, and touched his cheeks. He was burning up. She let out a sigh of relief. A fever was better than hypothermia. She grabbed his hands. The tips of his fingers were still red, freezing cold, and trembling. She brought him in for a hug, "you're sick."

He sneezed, sniffling quietly, "My fingers feel numb."

She led him into the family area, "well, i'm sure that'll go away with time."

"Well, can you feel this?" Michael asked, popping out of nowhere. He had a tray with three mugs on it, "hold this" he smiled warmly as he handed Charlie a mug of hot chocolate.

Charlie took it in his hands, "Oh, I can feel that. Thank you" he said.

Tori sighed in relief, "Oh, thank God. I was about to bring you to the ER."

Charlie scoffed, "but you just said it would go away."

"Well, you see, my dear brother. That was a lie" She told him, patting his hair. He leaned into the touch, so she smiled and rested her hand there, "you just did this to get out of school tomorrow, didn't you?" She joked.

Charlie laughed, "If I was that dumb, mom would force me to go anyways."

"Well, if you were smart, you wouldn't have forgotten your keys this morning" Tori said, smirking as her brother crossed his arms and huffed.

"I. Um. I'm sorry for...for peeing. On the porch. And...myself. I guess" he mumbled awkwardly, taking a sip of his cocoa.

Both Tori and Michael couldn't help the way they began to laugh. Charlie turned away from them as he flushed, "it is not funny!" He cried, his voice breaking.

Michael inhaled, fanning his eyes to stop from crying with laughter, "Okay, okay, Tori, let's stop, he's had a long day and is probably emotional from how sick he is. Whooo."

Tori snorted, "Yeah, sorry, Charlie. What even happened there? Why didn't you just go with Nick in the first place, even?"

"Well" Charlie began, "I didn't go with Nick because mom doesn't want me going without permission. Especially on school nights. Plus I have an essay to finish. I'd never get it done at Nick's" he told her, "I know his mum wouldn't have minded, she loves having me over.
I was just worried about ours."

Tori shook her head, "Christ, you really are an over thinker. Come on, let's wrap you up in some blankets. We don't have to tell mom and dad about this if you don't want to. But they'll probably wonder why there's yellow ice on the porch."

Charlie covered his face. He couldn't believe he had wet his pants, but he was glad his sister was being chill about it—even if she was making fun of him a bit.

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