First Public Pushing Daisies Fanfic for Pi day!
Author's Note: So this is my first attempt posted Pushing Daisies fic that will hopefully find it's way into a scene my book to end the series justly. I write from Ned's perspective, generally, that's how I roll, and I am usually writing Chuck/Ned (sorry Nolive/Cholive fans! I'm open to try, I like a challenge). This one is all fluff... but not everything I write is, I promise! If you want to give me feedback, I would really appreciate that, and if you have any book suggestions I am totally open to hear them! Thanks for reading :)
Ice Cream:
Chuck and I were having yet another Friday evening at home. Home was cozy and we were comfortable, but I had found out, on numerous occasions, that Chuck isn’t exactly a fan of comfortable. She was reading a large, hardcover book, and I was watching the news. The monotone reporter talked about the day’s events, all of them being routine, as usual, but I didn’t really pay attention. How could someone listen to the news when they had Chuck by their side? The blue fleece blanket was draped over my legs, so Chuck took the liberty of putting her little fair skinned legs on top of mine. Her skin was shiny, and it looked so soft. It always smelled good too. She play footsie with me, putting her dainty, size six feet with red toenail polish against my not so dainty size 14 feet polish-less feet; I’m not big on toenail polish.
“Let’s go out.” I said spontaneously.
“Now? It’s ten thirty.” She said looking up from her book and raising an eyebrow in a look of suspicion. She looked beautiful in a white, 3/4 sleeved, scoop necked dress that flared at the waist. It came to her knees and it’s pattern had green stems growing up the skirt, blossoming into red roses at the torso. She had a green hair bow it to coordinate with the stems.
“Well that makes it an adventure.” I said and smiled at her, a smile that I never was capable of finding unless she would be the recipient. It was her smile.
“Oh, I like spontaneous Ned! He is very sexy.” She said and giggled as I raised my eyebrows, giving her a mock seductive look and then winked. It was winter’s prime, so we both bundled up, making sure that there was no skin exposed aside from our faces. I held the door for her as we walked out of our apartment, and I placed my hand inside of hers and let our fingers intertwine.
Walking through the streets, we felt like a normal couple... for a little bit. I could hug her or run my fingers through her hair. It wasn’t ideal, but it was enough, it would have to be enough. At least we didn’t have to worry about other couples staring because of how distant we are. We walked a couple blocks until we passed my favorite ice cream shop, Creamy Cold Cream Creamery. Inside I picked a retro style metallic table, sitting in the corner, amidst all the bright pink and blue tiles and copious amounts of cow related memorabilia. I told Chuck I would order for us both, so she snickered and sat down, confident I wouldn’t get her order right. It wasn’t a menacing snicker, but a playful one, and if I did screw up, it’s still ice cream. Everyone likes ice cream.
I looked down at all the flavors. I am a vanilla kind of guy. Some people, mainly Chuck, say vanilla is boring, but I am a vanilla loyalist. I don’t even like french vanilla, it goes against what I believe in, as a purist. Chuck... Chuck is a mint chocolate chip ice cream connoisseur. She ate a whole gallon in one sitting once before, but she would never admit it. Olive loves fruity and fun flavors, like cherry chocolate chip. Randy loves coffee ice cream, and Emerson loves his ice cream cotton candy flavored. Chuck often poked fun at the fact that someone who prides himself on being manly, sophisticated, and mature will melt over cotton candy ice cream. I ordered a white chocolate dipped cone, Chuck’s favorite, a scoop of mint chocolate chip, and a scoop of vanilla atop of that. I paid and brought it to Chuck.
Since we can’t kiss, we found sharing an ice cream cone to be a nice alternative, until it’s gone at least. She held it and alternated eating it and feeding it to me. It was nice, knowing that I was putting my lips against the imprints of hers. I smiled and purposefully got some ice cream on my nose just so she could wipe it off. I thought of the ice cream cone as resembling us. I was vanilla. Simple, routine, traditional, maybe even boring vanilla. I was content spending my days in my cone, until Chuck swoops in. She is mint chocolate chip; bright, fresh, complex, and exciting. Before he knows it, vanilla finds white chocolate on his cone. I expected him to feel threatened, but much to my surprise, vanilla holds his own and has never tasted better. Vanilla even finds himself falling in love with his new cone-mate. Maybe vanilla needed a little bit of mint chocolate chip in his life of topping pies and keeping his lonely cone pristine.
Chuck and I walked through the park and swung our arms, our hands were still intertwined. She smelled so good, like apples and honey. She laughed when I rationalized my ice cream theory to her. We sat down at a bench, our ice cream having been devoured soon after we bought it. I had one of my arms wrapped around her waist. Her red peacoat was very soft, but I could only imagine how much softer her bare skin was. I used my other gloved hand to brush a brown ringlet aside, as it dangled at the tip of her nose. I ran my glove down her cheek. I knew she didn’t like it when I ruined her makeup, but it was dark, and she didn’t need to wear any. For some reason she seemed not to mind.
“Ned, will you promise me something?” She said toying her red patent leather heel on my converse. I nodded. “Can we do this every friday night?” Her words warmed my heart and sent butterflies through me, knocking the breath from my lungs.
“I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my friday night.” I managed to say softly.
I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. We could read each other’s thoughts. She made me feel dizzy, the brunette beauty who had turned my life upside down. If this was upside down, I often told myself, I never want to be right side up. I moved my hand across her torso, feeling her rib cage expand and contract with each breath. Feeling each breath she took, meant she was breathing, which made all the longing worthwhile. She had such a tiny waist, and I could probably reach my fingers around it. I decided to try and I was right, even with a coat on. She giggled as I did. It was either she was petite, or I have exceptionally big hands, but I knew from experience that both were true.
Although, under the park lights, we got some strange looks from passersby, public groping was about as close to a percedented form of PDA, that we would reach. She smiled, anyway. I used to care a ton about other people’s opinions, and now Chuck’s is the only one that matters. It was the most fun we’ve had in a very long time. Out of nowhere I find my lips pressed up against hers. I almost stopped breathing until I felt the cold, slimy plastic wrap surface, but if I kissed hard enough, I could feel the warmth of her lips through it. I put my hand on her thigh as she held the plastic wrap up. I can only imagine all the looks we got. A few minutes later, we gave up, both unsatisfied and out of breath. I took her hand in mine, and we looked at the stars together, from the park bench. It was already twelve thirty, but we didn’t care. The Pie Hole can wait until we are rested, and we were having such a great night together.
“Where did you get that?” I finally asked, breaking our concentration on the night sky and the chirping crickets.
“I keep it,” she motioned for me to lean in closer, even though no one else was around, “in my bra.” We both laughed. “Well with a guy like you, I should always be armed.” She winked at me and my smile grew so wide it was almost painful.
She shivered as a breeze blew through the cold winter night and I wrapped my arms around her, and she rested her head on my chest. I was careful not to expose any skin around my scarf, and I put my head down on top of her hat. She was grinning from ear to ear. I couldn’t see her face in this position, but I didn’t want to move. I knew she was grinning though, I just knew... somehow.
“I’m never letting you leave me again.” I whispered as I felt her warm breath tickle my chest through my henley.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” She asked. Her question frightened me and sent my mind racing a mile a minute, arguably, even faster. Did that mean she didn’t want to be with me?
“I’m good either way.” She said, breaking the silence of the night, and the argument in my head. I felt all my muscles relax, her words relieved me. She kissed me through my shirt, and I carefully planted one on top of her hat. I wish we could have stayed in that moment forever.
Ice Cream:
Chuck and I were having yet another Friday evening at home. Home was cozy and we were comfortable, but I had found out, on numerous occasions, that Chuck isn’t exactly a fan of comfortable. She was reading a large, hardcover book, and I was watching the news. The monotone reporter talked about the day’s events, all of them being routine, as usual, but I didn’t really pay attention. How could someone listen to the news when they had Chuck by their side? The blue fleece blanket was draped over my legs, so Chuck took the liberty of putting her little fair skinned legs on top of mine. Her skin was shiny, and it looked so soft. It always smelled good too. She play footsie with me, putting her dainty, size six feet with red toenail polish against my not so dainty size 14 feet polish-less feet; I’m not big on toenail polish.
“Let’s go out.” I said spontaneously.
“Now? It’s ten thirty.” She said looking up from her book and raising an eyebrow in a look of suspicion. She looked beautiful in a white, 3/4 sleeved, scoop necked dress that flared at the waist. It came to her knees and it’s pattern had green stems growing up the skirt, blossoming into red roses at the torso. She had a green hair bow it to coordinate with the stems.
“Well that makes it an adventure.” I said and smiled at her, a smile that I never was capable of finding unless she would be the recipient. It was her smile.
“Oh, I like spontaneous Ned! He is very sexy.” She said and giggled as I raised my eyebrows, giving her a mock seductive look and then winked. It was winter’s prime, so we both bundled up, making sure that there was no skin exposed aside from our faces. I held the door for her as we walked out of our apartment, and I placed my hand inside of hers and let our fingers intertwine.
Walking through the streets, we felt like a normal couple... for a little bit. I could hug her or run my fingers through her hair. It wasn’t ideal, but it was enough, it would have to be enough. At least we didn’t have to worry about other couples staring because of how distant we are. We walked a couple blocks until we passed my favorite ice cream shop, Creamy Cold Cream Creamery. Inside I picked a retro style metallic table, sitting in the corner, amidst all the bright pink and blue tiles and copious amounts of cow related memorabilia. I told Chuck I would order for us both, so she snickered and sat down, confident I wouldn’t get her order right. It wasn’t a menacing snicker, but a playful one, and if I did screw up, it’s still ice cream. Everyone likes ice cream.
I looked down at all the flavors. I am a vanilla kind of guy. Some people, mainly Chuck, say vanilla is boring, but I am a vanilla loyalist. I don’t even like french vanilla, it goes against what I believe in, as a purist. Chuck... Chuck is a mint chocolate chip ice cream connoisseur. She ate a whole gallon in one sitting once before, but she would never admit it. Olive loves fruity and fun flavors, like cherry chocolate chip. Randy loves coffee ice cream, and Emerson loves his ice cream cotton candy flavored. Chuck often poked fun at the fact that someone who prides himself on being manly, sophisticated, and mature will melt over cotton candy ice cream. I ordered a white chocolate dipped cone, Chuck’s favorite, a scoop of mint chocolate chip, and a scoop of vanilla atop of that. I paid and brought it to Chuck.
Since we can’t kiss, we found sharing an ice cream cone to be a nice alternative, until it’s gone at least. She held it and alternated eating it and feeding it to me. It was nice, knowing that I was putting my lips against the imprints of hers. I smiled and purposefully got some ice cream on my nose just so she could wipe it off. I thought of the ice cream cone as resembling us. I was vanilla. Simple, routine, traditional, maybe even boring vanilla. I was content spending my days in my cone, until Chuck swoops in. She is mint chocolate chip; bright, fresh, complex, and exciting. Before he knows it, vanilla finds white chocolate on his cone. I expected him to feel threatened, but much to my surprise, vanilla holds his own and has never tasted better. Vanilla even finds himself falling in love with his new cone-mate. Maybe vanilla needed a little bit of mint chocolate chip in his life of topping pies and keeping his lonely cone pristine.
Chuck and I walked through the park and swung our arms, our hands were still intertwined. She smelled so good, like apples and honey. She laughed when I rationalized my ice cream theory to her. We sat down at a bench, our ice cream having been devoured soon after we bought it. I had one of my arms wrapped around her waist. Her red peacoat was very soft, but I could only imagine how much softer her bare skin was. I used my other gloved hand to brush a brown ringlet aside, as it dangled at the tip of her nose. I ran my glove down her cheek. I knew she didn’t like it when I ruined her makeup, but it was dark, and she didn’t need to wear any. For some reason she seemed not to mind.
“Ned, will you promise me something?” She said toying her red patent leather heel on my converse. I nodded. “Can we do this every friday night?” Her words warmed my heart and sent butterflies through me, knocking the breath from my lungs.
“I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my friday night.” I managed to say softly.
I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. We could read each other’s thoughts. She made me feel dizzy, the brunette beauty who had turned my life upside down. If this was upside down, I often told myself, I never want to be right side up. I moved my hand across her torso, feeling her rib cage expand and contract with each breath. Feeling each breath she took, meant she was breathing, which made all the longing worthwhile. She had such a tiny waist, and I could probably reach my fingers around it. I decided to try and I was right, even with a coat on. She giggled as I did. It was either she was petite, or I have exceptionally big hands, but I knew from experience that both were true.
Although, under the park lights, we got some strange looks from passersby, public groping was about as close to a percedented form of PDA, that we would reach. She smiled, anyway. I used to care a ton about other people’s opinions, and now Chuck’s is the only one that matters. It was the most fun we’ve had in a very long time. Out of nowhere I find my lips pressed up against hers. I almost stopped breathing until I felt the cold, slimy plastic wrap surface, but if I kissed hard enough, I could feel the warmth of her lips through it. I put my hand on her thigh as she held the plastic wrap up. I can only imagine all the looks we got. A few minutes later, we gave up, both unsatisfied and out of breath. I took her hand in mine, and we looked at the stars together, from the park bench. It was already twelve thirty, but we didn’t care. The Pie Hole can wait until we are rested, and we were having such a great night together.
“Where did you get that?” I finally asked, breaking our concentration on the night sky and the chirping crickets.
“I keep it,” she motioned for me to lean in closer, even though no one else was around, “in my bra.” We both laughed. “Well with a guy like you, I should always be armed.” She winked at me and my smile grew so wide it was almost painful.
She shivered as a breeze blew through the cold winter night and I wrapped my arms around her, and she rested her head on my chest. I was careful not to expose any skin around my scarf, and I put my head down on top of her hat. She was grinning from ear to ear. I couldn’t see her face in this position, but I didn’t want to move. I knew she was grinning though, I just knew... somehow.
“I’m never letting you leave me again.” I whispered as I felt her warm breath tickle my chest through my henley.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” She asked. Her question frightened me and sent my mind racing a mile a minute, arguably, even faster. Did that mean she didn’t want to be with me?
“I’m good either way.” She said, breaking the silence of the night, and the argument in my head. I felt all my muscles relax, her words relieved me. She kissed me through my shirt, and I carefully planted one on top of her hat. I wish we could have stayed in that moment forever.