Arguing would only lead to more disagreements that he just couldn't see him and Collins compromising on anytime soon. Therefore, Charlie had come up with a brilliant new plan. He was going to give Collins something, a distraction if you will, and hopefully it would occupy her enough so that she wouldn't have time to think about JJ or do anything that could get her into trouble. 
"Collins!" He'd found her at the beach crouched next to a stack of boulders that were covered in barnacles. She was turning something over in her hands, probably a hermit crab or something in a shell. When she heard her name being called, she looked up and gently placed it back in the water for it to be carried back into sea.
"How'd you find me?" She asked, standing up and slowly walking up to him as they met in the middle, she shoved her hands in her back pockets. 
Charlie was slightly out of breath from jogging on the way over. Finding her hadn't been that easy, this wasn't his first stop. "I know your spots." He said anyways. 
Collins just shrugged indifferently. "Why all the effort?"
"I've had a change of heart." He started, and right away Collins was intrigued. If she were a dog, her ears would've perked up. However, since she very much wasn't, she simply looked at him warily and kept her cool. "I got a job for you. A real one. One that pays."
Okay, so maybe they were compromising. Charlie just wasn't going to present it that way. 
Collins straightened her back and furrowed her brows at Charlie. "You're not serious, are you?"
"Dead serious." Charlie said. "It's for the party tonight. Midsummers? The thing you said you've always wanted to go to?"
Yeah, she knew what he was talking about. Collins wasn't picky. It didn't matter if she was going to be working there, taking out trash, mopping the dance floor, or whatever job Charlie had set her up with. She just wanted to see it with her own eyes, be there, witness it. Just once. 
Charlie never understood exactly why she was so interested in going. Maybe because she had the idea of fairytales and regency balls stuck in her head as a result of all those stories she read. When he heard there was an opening for another waitress for the event, he figured, what was the harm? Kill two birds with one stone. Although, Collins was still pretty apprehensive of the whole thing, and for good reason.
"Why now all of sudden? Why not give it to Ricky like you do with all your other spare jobs?"
"Come on, Collins." Charlie gazed at her with a blank expression. "Just accept the offer." Deflect, deflect, deflect. He thought to himself. Keeping Collins busy and away from her friends was more important than his stubbornness in restricting her from getting a job.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Collins found herself in a hole dug by her own hands. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? After pressing him for weeks and months, Charlie was finally giving into her requests. 
There was a voice in the back of her mind that remained suspicious of the whole thing. Why now? A part of her thought that maybe Charlie was just doing this because he figured that this was the only way to keep her from getting into trouble. And he was smart enough to choose a distraction that he knew she could never turn down. 
But then there was also the possibility that Charlie had done the math and realized he was in way over his head if he thought he alone could put Collins through college. And it's not to say that Collins thought that her help would do the job, but it was better than nothing. She knew that this was something that Charlie would never admit, being that he was too proud and all. Not to mention that Collins would never make him say the words out loud either-- she was too compassionate in that way.