disclaimer: don't own chuck or any of the characters

I think my writing here is better than in The New Kids. I love Chuck and I can't wait until the last two episodes are on this Thursday.

Hope you like it

"Chuck, this is an emergency!" Morgan exclaimed nervously.

Chuck snapped out of his daydreaming. "Emergency?" he asked alarmed.

"Yeah, it's Anna-" Chuck relaxed a little. "It's our anniversary and I don't know what to get her! I'm not much for that kinda stuff, Chuckles-"

"Please don't call me that," Chuck broke in.

"Sorry-Chuck," Morgan corrected. "But I heard from Jeff who learned from Lester who got it from Max who found out that she's getting me something and I can't show up empty-handed, buddy."

"Jewelry, maybe?" his best friend suggested.

"Jewelry, yeah, great idea," Morgan mumbled as her walked away from the front desk. Chuck was left along to return to his thoughts.

It was Sarah. She was always sending mixed signals. Chuck leaned back in his chair and rested his head on his hands. First she acted like she liked him, but then she said she didn't with the truth serum. 'And then she kissed me,' Chuck thought. But wait-she said she didn't like him then she kissed him? Was it possible that Sarah had been lying? It was impossible, he argued with himself. She hadn't taken the antidote yet-Sarah had to tell the truth. And then the thing with Bryce. This was getting too complicated.

"Not very attentive today, are we?" Chuck's thoughts were once again scattered-but this time by Casey.

"Waa?" Chuck snapped forward in his seat.

"You had a blank look on your face."

"Oh. Just thinking."

Casey grunted. "Well, when you decide to stop 'thinking', tell your sister I can't make it for dinner tonight."

"Shame," Chuck said dryly.

"Watch it, Bartowski. Just because we're in a store crowded with a bunch of other people doesn't mean-"

"Excuse me, Casey," Chuck said suddenly. He had seen Sarah walking outside in her Weinerlicious outfit. "I have to go." The curly haired employee walked out the door and across the street and over to Sarah by the tables.

"Hey Sarah."

"Hi Chuck. Is something-wrong?"

"No, I was just wondering if we could talk."

"Okay." The two sat down at the nearest table. "So Chuck, what's up?"

The brunette clenched his hands together on the table (which Sarah knew meant he was nervous, although she didn't mention it). "It's just-our Cover, Sarah. I thought it over and-it's just too hard for me, y'know? I mean, I know our cover is friends but even on missions-I can't do the boyfriend girlfriend thing."

Sarah put her hands on Chuck's clenched ones. "I understand," she said.

Was that a look of concern on her face? Chuck wondered. Damnit, he could never read facial expressions. Anyway, if there had been a look, it was gone a second later, being replaced with a blank one. Chuck finally realized that Sarah's hand was on his. Her soft, warm hand. Maybe she really did care…

No, he corrected himself. Once again, the slightest touch from her made him re-think every word he said, every move he made. Chuck moved his hands away. "I have to get back." He got up and walked away towards the Buy More. He didn't know that Sarah was watching him from behind, a look of sadness plastered on her face.

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