A/N : I can't believe I forgot to write this before BUT I want to credit my dear friend Sarah for writing the first poem. Thanks for the lovely reviews :) Another thing.. I forgot a disclaimer, and aren't those the most entertaining parts?

Disclaimer: If I owned Pushing Daises, Anna, Kristin and I would go on shopping trips.. But instead I write fics while they get to be cool celebs. -sigh-

Olive gasped at the sight of Ned. How long had he been there? Did he see her crying? Did he never want to see her again?

Ned dug his hands deeper into his pockets, as if searching for something not there. His first instinct was to leave, but something couldn't tear him away from the tragedy in front of him.

"I...You were late and I was..." Ned decided to stop talking, it could only make the situation go from really bad to really awkward. He motioned towards the door and began walking out. He was two steps out when he heard a cry from Olive's apartment.

"Ned!" Olive had begun crying again.

"You don't have to come in today Olive, I understand."

Olive looked up at him like a bewildered child.

"That's why I came up here. Your door was unlocked." He cleared his throat and left.

Olive pulled her legs to her chest, wiping her eyes on her knees.

"Chuck, Olive's not coming in today."

Chuck slowly rolled pie dough into crusts. Every once and a while she would stop and hold her hand to her head. Even though it didn't make the pounding go away.

"Lucky her." She mumbled as she began on another pie crust.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Ned threw on an apron and went into the back storage room. It reeked of dead fruit, because that's what it was filled with. The pie of the day was Peach Pandemonium and customers couldn't snatch it up quick enough.

Ned grabbed a tray of over expired peaches and touched them. They sprung back to life and their aroma was like an instant air freshener to the storage room.

Satisfied with himself, he brought them back into the kitchen and began looking for his gloves. It took him longer then expected. 60 seconds longer.

Chuck reached over to the counter to grab an apple to slice, but the entire tray of Granny Smith's had turned sour and moldy.

"Ned!" She crossed her arms and glared. Not like it was going to help.

He smiled innocently like a five year old when he gets mud on his best Sunday clothes.

Ned had been working with the peaches for a few minutes when someone entered the back door of the Pie Hole. Only a few people had the key to the backdoor. Ned, Emerson, Chuck and one very emotionally torn Olive, who slowly entered. Her cheery disposition was nonexistent. Her red and puffy eyes were covered by a large pair of black sunglasses. Chuck would have dismissed this, but she looked out the window and saw it was overcast. Ned knew why Olive was wearing the sunglasses.

Her green uniform clung tightly to her body as usual, she was wearing death defying heels as usual, her hair was short and blonde as usual but something was wrong with Olive Snook.

She slouched as she walked, and sniffled every other step.

"Olive are you alright?" Chuck crossed the kitchen to comfort her friend.

Olive nodded and threw her purse onto the counter. She shot a glance to Ned before taking off her cardigan.

Ned turned his head aside so Chuck wouldn't notice the sadness for Olive in his eyes.

"Olive you didn't have to come in today." Ned said to a bowl of alive again peaches.

Olive didn't respond. Instead she grabbed her memo pad and headed out to the eager customers.

"She certainly doesn't handle hangovers well."

Unbeknownst to Chuck, Olive could handle hangovers. Whether or not she handled them "well" could be debated to no avail. Before she stumbled down to the Pie Hole, she had managed to reach a piece of paper and a pen. It wasn't as glamourous as the first letter, but it would have to suffice.

In her best "mid hangover" hand writing, Olive professed her love.

She stuffed the note under Ned's door, hoping Digby wouldn't get to it. She was positive that was the fate of the first letter since she had no reply.

Unbeknownst to Olive, Ned could handle secrets. He could hide them with the greatest of ease from anyone at anytime.

All Olive wanted was a slight nod, a wink, or maybe another kiss. But all she got in return was four customers demanding Peach Pandemonium Pie.

Sorry It wasn't as long, but I hope to update soon!