You already had the water set to boil before you looked in the fridge.

"Damn, now what?" you mutter, and stand there for a few seconds waiting for some new inspiration to strike. You can't really make good macaroni and cheese without milk, and looks like Sam used the last of it for his coffee.

"Now what what?" the voice behind you is overly perky but just not too much to be annoying. You turn around and see Charlie behind you, holding two overflowing bags of groceries.

"Please for the love of… Just tell me you bought milk!" You gesture to the boiling water and the box of Kraft you were about to open, hoping she understands the urgency of the situation.

Charlie does not disappoint. "Just because I'm so awesome, I happened to notice we were out," she says, holding up the new carton. "But what will you give me in exchange?" Her eyebrows wiggle. Yours practically shoot off your head.

"I'll feed you macaroni…" is what comes out, and you even trail off at the end like a total dummy.

She laughs. She actually, unabashedly, full-belly laughs. And it may be turning your ears red, but damn it's a cute laugh. When she stops, she fixes you with that super-intense stare and pulls you closer so she can whisper in your ear, "Will you feed me in my room?"

You smile, you nod, and the two of you set about making the macaroni. When it's done, Charlie grabs the pot before you can find a pair of bowls and runs off to her room, pulling you along by your jacket sleeve. You're mesmerized by her flowing red hair, and she looks back at you and you see something adoring in her eyes as well. She quickly closes and locks the door behind you, pushes you onto the bed, and plops next to you. "Now feed me, Seymour," she says in a hyper-deep voice, and opens her mouth, waiting. You shove a spoonful of the macaroni in her mouth and she chews and swallows, moaning exaggeratedly and making you blush. She grabs the spoon out of your hand and returns the favor. You make the same sounds and she giggles, and before you can really think it through and before she can be prepared you lean in in a rush and kiss her.

At first it's awkward and cheesy (no like really cheesy, you both taste like fake cheese powder for crying out loud!), but soon Charlie returns the kiss, and her hand is grabbing the hair on the back of your head and you're quickly putting the still-full pot of macaroni on the floor as she pushes you back and you're kissing and kissing and she's kissing back and it's perfect – but then you hear a stomach growling and both of you stop and look down.

"I guess you're still really hungry, huh?" Charlie asks with a smirk. Then she blushes as her own stomach growls in answer.

You laugh, "I guess you are too! Come on," you pick up the pot and are glad that it's still warm. "We can eat faster if we just split it up in bowls and eat in the kitchen. Better hurry, though, I didn't make any for the boys."

Keeping quiet so as not to attract the attention of any hungry and jealous oversize hunters that tend to eat you out of house and home, the two of you walk back to the kitchen and divvy the macaroni into two bowls, then you grab both of them and run back to Charlie's room. Laughing all the way, she follows you.

When you, Charlie, and the food are all once again safely behind a locked door, you sit on the floor at the foot of her bed and nudge her laptop over. "Can we watch Totoro?" you ask, stuffing your face with the cheesy good stuff.

"Hell yes we can!" Charlie raises her hand for a fist bump which you eagerly meet, and she pulls up the movie and scrunches closer to you so you can share the screen.

And if there's anything more perfect than cuddling with Charlie Bradbury and a bowl of mac and cheese while watching a Myazaki film, the universe has yet to let you know.