Disclaimer: I don't own Curly or Ronda but I do own the computer I wrote this on…or maybe not. I will own the computer I wrote this on…eventually.

He watched her. She didn't know he watched her so he continued to watch her. He saw her glare at him out of the corner of her eye. Or maybe she did know he watched her. She was perfect from her perfectly coiffed black hair to her Burberry black ballet flats. He laughed a little to himself. Most people didn't get him or the way his mind worked. He didn't get the way his mind worked. But someday she would see past all of that or his name wasn't Thaddeus "Curly" Gammelthorpe.

A/N: These are fun!