This pairs with the whatslifereally story again so you might need to check it out to be COMPLETELY sure of what's going on. Might have language but this is a full blown fight between the Snooks and Chuck.
I DON'T OWN ANY CRAP!!!


"Now listen to me, Chuck, and listen good," Olive says, daggers in her voice.

Aw crap. We're starting NOW?

I stand outside of the Pie Hole, about to go in but wanting to see what happens next.

Ooh! Never mind! It looks like Olive is gonna kill Chuck!

"I might be short, but I'm not weak," Olive begins, her voice getting sharper, "And the past month I had to deal with your crap!

'Oh, I don't love Ned.' Oh don't give me that! You love him I can see it in your eyes."

Seriously, do you have ANY idea of how much she thinks of him in the room we have to share??? I just want to go and vomit from how much the girl talks about Ned and the past.

Belch!

And then there's the matter that we don't get along. At all.

Olive looks up up at Chuck who is entirely speechless at this time. For the moment, the Pie Hole is silent, the surrounding customers staring.

"You know what Olive? You're right, I am in love with Ned!" Chuck replies, anger boiling in her tone. "I also take care of YOUR kids! EVER THINK OF THAT?"

DON'T YOU DARE BRING COOKIE INTO THIS!!!

"You… you… you!" Olive stammers, unsure of what to say but full of rage.

"Yeah, Olive, I take care of YOUR children! You're too busy screwing around with half-sisters and insane mothers to take care of

YOUR children! Oh and don't get me started on April, what a mess!!!" Chuck continues.

OKAY, NOW THIS GETTING IS PERSONAL!!! SHE JUST MENTIONED ME!

I've heard what she calls me behind her back and it's worse than most yuppie scum which is pretty surprising but very bad. "Mess" is nothing but I still want to kill her.

For the first time ever, I begin to feel pure, full blown anger flow through me. Flames, burning my entire body.

"DON'T YOU DARE BRING HER INTO THIS! AND DON'T BRING IN MY CHILDREN EITHER!" Olive yells at Chuck, fury rising ever so much more.

THAT'S IT! I AM COMIN' IN!

I burst into the Pie Hole and I give Chuck my worst look, suppressing the strong urge to find something hard.

"Why not, I mean come on, they're a big part of your life, RIGHT? Don't you love them?"

Chuck smiles knowing this is going to make Olive fire up.

Great. Chuck, you just pushed the big red button, prepare to die. By me.

"YOU SHUT UP CHARLOTTE CHARLES!" I yell, "I may be an abandoned kid, and a teenager with two babies, I may have been an alcoholic, and I MAY have been a DANCER, but I'm NOT the SLUT you think I am! I'm not the hooker that Emerson told you I was either. Oh, and for the record, I heard the whole conversation and so you know, I hated EVERY SECOND living with you, YOU playing with my twins, YOU using my things and just because YOU can't get your own STUFF!!! Just because YOU don't have an ID!!! Look who's callin' ME a mess, a girl who can't get her own things because she faked her death!"

"GET OUT OF MY LIFE! STAY AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN! AND NEVER EVER GET NEAR NED AGAIN!" Olive screams, her face now bright red and tears starting to form.

"Make me."

Chuck smirks and crosses her arms.

I hate that girl SO MUCH!!!

Actually, to tell the truth, when I heard I had to room with her I could just HEAR my parts of What Is This Feeling in my head, ON REPEAT!

LOATHING

UNADULTERATED LOATHING

"Alright I have had enough." Olive seems ready to kill. Just like me. "If you don't get out right now and stop ruining my life I will personally ESCORT you to the bottom of the lake so you can swim with some of my fish friends."

"Yeah right, Shorty."

OH NO SHE DIDN'T!!!

And with that, something snaps. For both of us. Olive punches Chuck in the face and I march over give Chuck a good slap.

And THAT, dear, is EXACTLY what we think of you. HOPE IT HURT!

"I'm out, and if she doesn't leave, I will," Olive says flatly and storms out the door.

You know what? I think I will kill her. Tonight. In the apartment. After I give her a piece of MY mind.

Oh, Chuck, this is just the beginning.