Second Cholive fic. This one has Zooey Deshanel in it. Because I can
Intro
It had already been 4 days, 19 hours and 42 minutes since Chuck had broken up with the Pie Maker, and a cloud of awkwardness hung in the air between Olive Snook and Charlotte Charles. The facts were these:
On one particular night, Ned felt Chuck would be safer wit Olive than on the particular case he was on. The two went to see "Oklahoma" in the theatre. And right as Will was giving Annie and Oklahoma hello, the woman's hands brushed against one another, transmitting a feeling neither could explain. The two clasped hands throughout the rest of the movie, but just as the lights went up, the two let go and didn't mention it again. The next morning, Chuck had broken up with Ned. Olive and Chuck pretended like nothing had happened, going about their regular business, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
Olive was rushing around the Pie Hole bussing tables, wondering where Chuck could be. "Why is today, the one day no one seems to want to come to work, is the one day that everyone has a hankering for pie?" she muttered to herself trying to balance plates on her arms. Glancing at the counter, she noticed a small woman with dark wavy hair. "Finally, Chuck, you decided to come down. Now stop shoving down pie and help me, will ya?"
The figure at the counter did not answer, not even turning around. Frustrated and slightly confused, Olive put some of the plates on an empty table. "Chuck!" Still no answer. So the small woman marched over behind the woman and grabbing her shoulder, spun her around. And much to Olive's surprise, the woman on the bench was not Chuck.
"You're not Chuck," she said, still shocked. The woman sat there, pear pie on a fork in her hand, poised to take a bite. Her bright blue eyes filled with confusion and amusement.
"Yes, I am," the girl answered, finally putting the fork in her mouth.
"No, you're not. Well, maybe you're a Chuck. But not the Chuck I'm looking for," Olive answered.
"But I want to be the one you're looking for. So if that means calling me Chuck, then I'm all for it," the mysterious woman said with mischief in her eyes.
"Is that what you say to all the ladies?" Olive said blushing.
"Only the beautiful ones."
There was silence for a few moments before both the women burst out laughing.
"That was so cheesy," the woman on the stool said wrinkling her nose.
"Cheesier than a cheese box," Olive said still giggling.
The girl put down her fork and offered a hand to Olive, "I'm Zooey. Not Chuck as I previously suggested."
"Olive. As in the vegetable. Sorry I got hostile with you earlier. You look like my friend Chuck from the back," she said shaking the hand in front of her.
"It's fine. If it wasn't for my back resemblance than I would have never had the pleasure of this slightly awkward meeting."
They still had not let go of the other's hand, standing in the middle of the Pie Hole with hands clasped.
"Olive?"
The blonde let go of Zooey's hand as if it was fire upon hearing Chuck's voice.
"Oh, Chuck. When did you get down here?" Olive said laughing uneasily.
"I just walked down here," she answered staring at Olive with a foreign look in her eyes.
"So this is Chuck. Nice to meet you," Zooey held out her hand but Chuck ignored it, staring at the new girl, "apparently we have a striking resemblance from the back."
Olive recognized the look Chuck gave her at that moment. Confusion and hurt. But why should she feel hurt? She hadn't mentioned anything about the night they went to the movies, not even a hint. Olive was in no way the property of Chuck in any way; she had no right to feel like Olive had wronged her at all.
The blonde forced a laugh out and touched Zooey's shoulder, "Isn't she such a hoot?"
"Yeah. Just like an owl," Chuck said holding a pie slicer a little to threateningly, "Olive, can you get the pie that is in the oven?"
"Of course," Olive said picking the plates back off of the table, "I'll see you later, Zooey." She threw a smile at the girl at the counter who smiled back before taking another bite of pie.
"She's cute," Zooey said to Chuck. She wiped off the pie slicer with a rag, watching the new girl who had come in on her territory. Zooey shrugged at her, taking another bite of pie, "Don't you think so?"
Chuck was slightly taken back by the question, but instead of answering, she took the plate, still full of pie, out from under Zooey's descending fork and took it to the back.
She sat, staring at the counter where her half eaten pie used to be and shouted to Chuck's retreating back, "That's okay, I was done any ways."