Chuck had made the conscious decision to flirt more blatantly with Olive today. She wasn't exactly sure how she was going to do it, but she was going to do it. So she went out of her way to give her subtly touches. Making sure their fingers brushed when she was handing her something and brushing against her when they passed each other.
So when she saw that crazy hippie chick walk into the Pie Hole, she wanted to make sure she wasn't going to take Olive and sweep her off her feet before she could. After giving her a firm talking to, she walked back into the kitchen where she was interfered by Ned.
"Chuck, we need to talk," Ned slurred. Chuck could smell the alcohol on his breath and tried to walk away. "Ned, you're drunk."
"No, I just had one drink. I need to talk to you."
"Ned, I'm not going to talk to you like this!"
"Chuck! I need you! I can't live without you, please."
"I already talked to you about this, Ned."
"I brought you back to life! You were dead, doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Chuck tried to shush him, holding a finger up to her lips, "Ned! This isn't the place to have this conversation. There are people everywhere! Don't be so loud."
"Chuck, please," Ned began to get closer to her, dangerously close. "What are you doing, Ned? Don't get so close to me! One touch and it's over."
"She doesn't love you like I love you. She doesn't."
Chuck felt her back against the fridge and realized she couldn't get any farther away from Ned.
"Please, Ned. Don't come any closer."
"Chuck, please."
"Ned, n-"
Ned brought seran wrap up to her face and kissed her roughly through it. Chuck was helpless, unable to move for fear their skin would touch and she would be dead forever. What she would give to be able to slap him at this moment.
He finally pulled away and Chuck, who promptly looked over to where Olive once was, only to find her and Zooey gone. "Now what? She probably thought we were back together or something," she thought with slight panic in her heart.
"Chuck," Ned groaned. "You be quiet! You could have just ruined everything!" Chuck said walking over to the Pie Hole's dining room, "Okay, everyone! The Pie Hole is closed! Take you pie with you if you must, but we're closed!"
The patrons slowly filed out, grumbling with plates of pie in their hands. "Come on, Ned. We're going up to your apartment," Chuck said to the man pathetically slumped over the kitchen counter. He got up slowly, and they made their way to apartment 45.
Chuck's head was teeming with worries and questions, hoping Olive did not see the kiss. When they arrived at Ned's apartment, he stood in the kitchen over the sink, groaning. "Ned, do you have any idea what you just did?" Chuck said throwing up her arms in anger.
"I need you, Chuck," Ned said looking up at her with pleading eyes. "I will always be here, Ned. We will always be best friends," she answered.
"I don't want to be best friends, Chuck. I want you to be mine and mine only. Like what we used to have before…before all this."
"Ned, I don't love you anymore, okay? I have feelings for Olive."
"She's a woman. She's not a man, she's not me. You'll be thought of as a freak. It's not natural."
Chuck let out a scream of frustration, holding her head in her hands as she paced back and forth in front of Ned.
"Not natural? Not natural?! I was dead, Ned. And you brought me back to life, how natural is that? That's not natural at all. What I feel for Olive, I don't explain it. I feel alone when I'm not with her, even if I'm in a crowd of people. I can't help but smile every time I see her or think about her. I get all tingly and light headed when we touch," Chuck struggled with the confession that she was just realizing herself, her voice getting quiet, "I love her. Okay? I love her, and there's nothing more natural than that."
Ned looked up at her with a defeated look in his eyes. He nodded slowly, "I won't be okay with this for a while. But I understand, I guess. And I just want to see you happy."
Chuck smiled, "I wish I could hug you right now. But thank you will just have to do." She could feel a weight lifting off her shoulders. She did love Olive. She loved her and she knew it, and the feeling was like nothing else. "I'm going to go see Olive," she said getting up and going towards the door, "I'm tired off all this hinting around. Apparently she's not getting it. So I'm just going to right out and tell her."
The walk to Olive's apartment was a short one, being right next door to Ned's, but it took Chuck almost ten minutes to knock on it. She was pacing back and forth in front of the door, wondering if it was the right thing to do. "What if she doesn't feel the same?" She couldn't help but wonder, "What if I completely ruin our friendship." The truth, she decided, was more important than anything right now. She had spent all of her second life lying, and she was done with it.
Taking a deep breath, Chuck closed her eyes and knocked on the door. Her stomach churned as she heard the door click. "Chuck?" Olive said standing in the doorway, slightly flushed. But Chuck was looking past her at Zooey who was sitting on the couch, frozen in the middle of buttoning up her shirt, her pants undone. Her blue eyes opened wide in horror, she managed to let out a single word: "Shit."