Hey, I want to crawl out of my skin
Olive rested her head on top of her hands. Digby lay loyally at her feet, his warm red fur tickling her toes. She spent most of her nights like this. Alone. Well, she did have Digby's company and why he was snuggly and nice to hug, he couldn't talk to her.
Olive Snook felt like a tiny, little, white star in the vastness of the pitch black sky.
Ned glanced over at a sleeping Chuck. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her. Curl those brown locks around his slender fingers. He longed to bury his nose in her sweet smelling hair. He wanted to snuggle his face into the curve of her white neck. It was a desire that he swear would end up driving him mad.
Ned felt like a burning supernova that was ready to explode.
Chuck knew that Ned's eyes were studying her while she attempted to slumber. Part of her wanted to open her eyes in order to stare back. She wanted to look into his own and see the deep love that he held for her. She loved Ned too, but above everything else she wanted him to be happy. She thought he should have a woman that he could hold, touch, and make love to. Chuck could never give him those things.
Charlotte "Chuck" Charles felt like a planet that kept circling the sun, but was never allowed to feel its warmth.
Olive's fingers danced against the strawberries before she sliced them in half. She popped a piece into her mouth and the sweetness exploded inside. She carefully lined the pie with the strawberries and sat the crust on top. She cut four little neat crescents into the top of the crust and sprinkled some sugar so it would get crunchy and brown. She scratched behind Digby's ears while she waited for the pie to finish baking. She carefully placed it into the pink box and scribbled a note.
Olive Snook left the pie box in front of Ned's apartment and hoped that it would bring her a little big of magic.
Chuck heard Ned's breathing grow more shallow which meant that he had finally fallen asleep. She quietly kicked the covers off and crept to the side of his bed. She liked having the second chance of being alive. Ned's lips tempted her. Just one little kiss…it would mean that she would be dead for good this time. But at least they would have had a chance to touch.
Charlotte "Chuck" Charles had to fight every fiber of desire burning in her veins from kissing the pie maker.
When Ned woke the next morning, Chuck had returned to bed and he was none the wiser to her almost risking her second life for just one simple touch. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before going to shower. It ached inside of him to have the girl of his dreams right there, in the bed next to him, but he could never touch her. It was as if fate was laughing at him. Ned knew that he could never be happy.
Ned had opened the front door of his apartment and found the pink pie box that might change his mind about past choices.