"What the hell kinda sicko are you?" Casey whispered to Morgan. Morgan wanted to faint. Casey had a weird smell to his breath. Not like he had hallatosis or anything. It was just not a normal kind of smell to his...

Morgan's eye twitched. He held onto Casey's fist and smiled nervously. He didn't look at Chuck, who was finally getting off the counter to come to the aid of his friend. "What do you mean by sicko? I mean, I just came down, hearing what sounded like an intruder, and--"

"You were watching us, pervert" Casey said, staring into Morgan's eyes. Morgan closed them.

"No I wasn't!" Morgan said. He turned his face away from the two of them, eyes still closed shut.

"Casey, let him go." Chuck's voice was trying to be deamanding, but was still kind of weak and feeble. Casey obeyed, though reluctantly and with more than a moment's hesitation. Chuck stepped up where Casey had left. Morgan finally looked at his friend, trying to ignore the fact that Chuck's shirt was covering the bottom part of his torso and that a part of it had been tented.

Chuck's eyes were their puppy-dog brown that no one--except Ellie--could resist. They had fear and worry and anxiety and the fading fog of lust in them. Chuck's bottom lip stuck out a little, just enough to make it endearing. It was a subconscious reaction that Chuck didn't realize he still did. "Morgan, please don't tell anyone about this."

Morgan blinked. "Don't tell anyone?" He grabbed Chuck's shoulders and shook him a little. Casey seemed to twitch. "Don't tell anyone?" Morgan shouted again. "What the hell, Chuck? Is there something wrong with you?" Morgan gestured to the wall to his right. "You're dating the most beautiful woman anyone has ever seen and you're being the bottom bitch to some dude we've known for...for like two months!"

Chuck looked at the ground for a moment, then back at Morgan. "Speaking of Sarah, uh, you're definitely not going to...tell her...or anything, right?"

Morgan blinked for a moment and, almost against his better judgment, nodded. Chuck was still with Sarah and fucking around with someone else. Some other guy. How could he? Sarah had the right to know. If not by Chuck himself, than from the next best source. What if Chuck got something from Casey and gave it to Sarah? That would ruin both their lives.

As Chuck sighed in relief, Morgan realized that Casey was still giving him a death glare. He had heard Morgan promise Chuck not to tell anyone. So if he ever did, than Casey would...God, what would he do? Kill him? Morgan believed that if Casey ever did try to take him out--ew...--it would be slow, painful, full of crying for Morgan's mommy and whatever else Morgan couldn't think of at that moment but Casey most likely was.

Chuck stepped away. "Thanks Morgan, you don't know how much this means to me."

Morgan shrugged. "That's what friends do" he mumbled, than walked past and out the door as fast as he could.

Chuck felt a heaviness on his shoulders. Morgan seemed angry. Really angry. A worry of loosing his best friend passed and made its home in Chuck's heart. He couldn't ignore it. Not even when Casey wrapped his arms around Chuck's waist and started to kiss his neck, breath curling around his cooling flesh, reheating it.

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Morgan saw Sarah and Chuck smiling and laughing together. Sarah was in her slinky little work outfit and Chuck was standing behind the Nerd Heard desk. They looked so cute together. Almost like the perfect couple.

Then, if you looked about five inches to your right, Morgan could see Casey staring at them with something of a mixture of hatred, longing, jealousy, and something Morgan was too far away to identify. The Buy More employee wondered whether or not Casey had taken the job just to be near Chuck. Whether or not watching Sarah and Chuck interact with each other like they were tearing him up inside. Sure, he was a dark, foreboding, frightening, disturbing... Well, he was Casey, but he still had a heart. If he didn't, he wouldn't care enough about Chuck as to threaten Morgan three times a day about blabbing. Or to stare like that.

Sarah turned around, saying goodbye to Chuck. Morgan looked away as she walked past him. Morgan glanced back at his friend. Chuck was smiling at him and Casey was walking up to Chuck.

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When Morgan looked back on his life, he would decide that he shouldn't have talked to Sarah five days after witnessing Chuck and Casey make out. Of course, it wasn't like he went out and searched for her. She came up behind him while he was "working" and asked, "Morgan, where's Chuck." Chuck had dissappeared almost an hour ago. And so had Casey.

Morgan shook his head almost violently. Sarah is a persistent woman, though. "Strange. He should still be on his shift. You sure you haven't seen him. I need to talk to him about something."

"About what?" Morgan asked, turning around to face Sarah, attempting to be normal.

Sarah blinked at him, then looked away. "Boyfriend-girlfriend things. Now, you're sure you don't know where Chuck is?"

"I don't. But I bet Casey does." That last statement was supposed to stay in his head.

"Well, where's Casey, then?" Sarah asked.

Morgan shrugged. "I dunno. With Chuck?"

Sarah stared at Morgan. "Why would they be together?"

"I dunno" Morgan said, hands up in the air, fake smile plastered on his face. "Maybe they're playing games...like poker or Jim Rummy...working out...making ou-"

"What?!"

God damn rambling! God damn nervous rambling to hell!