Olive tried to choke back tears as she led Zooey up to her apartment. She knew this would happen, she knew Chuck would get back with Ned. They were just so disgustingly in love with each other.
"Are you sure you just don't want to go out to a movie?" Zooey asked, being dragged by the hand. "I have movies in my apartment, why do we need to go out?" Olive asked as she unlocked the door.
"Because it's your apartment. And I'm kind of feeling used right now. You only want to hang out with me because you saw Chuck kissing that pie guy, huh?"
Olive spun around to face her, "I just…I just want some company right now."
Zooey sighed, "Fine."
They got into the apartment and Olive walked into the kitchen, "Pick out a movie, Zooey. I'll make some tea."
When Olive arrived in the living room with two cups of tea, Zooey was already sitting on the couch with the television on. "What are we watching?"
"The Devil Wears Prada," Zooey said taking the tea. "Good movie," Olive said sitting besides her. An awkward haze shifted over the situation. Zooey didn't want to make a move on Olive, especially since she knew she had feelings for Chuck. And Olive wanted to feel loved and needed, but was afraid of admitting it.
Finally, Olive gave in a cuddled up against Zooey, putting her arms around her waist and her head on her shoulder. "Oh, okay," Zooey said uneasily putting an arm around Olive.
She heard the apartment door next door open and close, and she tried to erase the images of Ned and Chuck kissing in the kitchen. She did not even want to imagine what they cold be doing in the apartment next door. To get her mind off of it, Olive lifted her face to Zooey's and kissed her. She pulled away, holding the blonde's face at bay, "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Please," Olive said, bringing their faces together once more without Zooey protesting. So when Olive heard a scream of, what sounded to her like passion from Ned and Chuck's apartment, she smashed their lips together with fervor, pushing the other girl down on the couch. "Olive, wha-"
But Zooey's inquiry was cut short by Olive's mouth. She wanted to forget, she didn't want to think about Chuck; Olive just wanted to forget everything. Her fingers found the front of Zooey's shirt, and she began to unbutton it. She started to protest, catching Olive's hands in her own, but changed her mind and let the blondes hands go further down her shirt.
Olive let her hands wander down the smooth expanse of her stomach to the waist of her pants. Her hands rested there for a second before her fingers began to undo her pants slowly. "Olive," Zooey tried to say through the kiss. Olive's fingers began to peel Zooey's pants down, but she held the blonde back.
"Stop, Olive," she said.
"Why? I thought you liked me."
"I do. But I'm not the one you want to be doing this with."
"But, Zooey," Olive was cut short when a knock came at the door, "Who could that be."
She got off the couch and Zooey began doing up her shirt. When she opened the door, her heart dropped. "Chuck?"
The look on her face broke Olive's heart when she looked past her and saw Zooey, hair disheveled with her shirt open and pants undone.
"Shit," was all Zooey could manage to say, frozen in place. "I…I came over here to…to. And then this! This! The creeper! You and the creeper?" Chuck stammered, gesturing between Olive and Zooey.
"Well, I better be going," Zooey said quickly, her shirt was misbuttoned and her pants were still pulled down slightly, revealing a hint of pink panties, "I can see you two have a lot to talk about. So I'll just get out of your way." She smiled warily, trying to inch her way past Chuck who was eyeing her carefully. She managed to make it by her safely and hurried down the hall.
"I thought…I thought maybe you liked me. But I guess I was wrong," Chuck turned around and walked down the hall and up the stairs.
"Wait! Chuck!" Olive tried to stop her but she was already out of sight.