Olive Snook was lounging on her floral couch in her bright and colorful living room. She had just returned from an average day at the Piehole. Exhausted from a long day on her feet, Olive could not even conjure the energy to answer the bright ring of the doorbell.

"Come in," she called from her current position. Pigby, however, was the first to meet the visitor. Olive heard the door open and shut and footsteps coming towards her before she wondered if she actually knew the person.

"Hi Olive," Ned said shyly. He walked in hesitantly, as if he was waiting for her objection. She didn't, so he continued into the cozy, and very tiny, room. Since she had returned only moments before, she hadn't been doing anything at all when Ned arrived. His presence was like a triple espresso and her energy came right back when she saw him.

"Hiya Ned! What brings you to my neck of the hallway?"

"Just, stopping by." Why had Ned "stopped by" to see Olive? He hadn't originally intended to as he was walking up to his apartment. After all, Chuck was waiting for him right next door. He quickly shook the contemplative thoughts of "why" out of his head.

"Well gee, I'm sure dashed," she said in her typical Olive way of speaking. "I wasn't expecting anyone tonight."

"It was kind of a spur of the moment thing," Ned bashfully admitted. He wasn't normally the spur of the moment kind of guy, but sometimes he couldn't help but act differently around Olive. He knew that he had Chuck. He knew that he and Olive were just good friends. He even knew that Olive sometimes wished it was more than that. All of the facts, he knew, but Olive still had a strange effect on him.

"Well aren't you sweeter than a honey glazed ham!" As she said this, Ned blushed like he was still in school, Olive noticed this as well. There was a silence that fell over the room. It was not an awkward silence, both Ned and Olive were perfectly content without saying anything. Their silence was interrupted by the opening of the door.

"Olive have you seen my beekeeping book anywhe-" The girl called Chuck stopped short of finishing her sentence when she saw that Ned was there too. "Oh hi Ned."

"Chuck," Ned felt as if he had been caught breaking the rules. He hadn't done anything wrong at all, but felt as if he had.

"I think you left that book down in the kitchen this morning," Olive said, trying to be helpful.

"Oh thanks Olive, I think sometimes I'm more forgetful than an amnesiac." Olive couldn't agree more, Chuck often forgot things. Chuck got up to leave when she quickly turned back. "Ned, could you come with me to get the book? Please…"

"Sure Chuck," he got up and headed for the door. Olive, once again, felt as if she was being left out of Chuck and Ned's world. She felt a pang of loneliness. Ned turned around as he was approaching the door. "Goodnight Olive," he told her. It was a simple goodbye, but it meant more to Olive than Ned could ever have known.

"Goodnight Ned." Once again, Olive was left by herself after a long day. She smiled to herself as she thought about Ned's unexpected visit. "It was nothing," she said to herself out loud. "I should probably stop talking to myself, people will really think I'm crazy if I don't. Ok, I'm stopping…now."