From the Beginning (part 13)
Ok. This takes place between Bitter Sweets and Corpsicle. Although I think I’m going to skip Corpsicle and go straight to Bzzzz. So tell me what you think. I think I’m just going to end up doing the whole series. Why not? It’s not very long, now is it, ABC??? (Damn you ABC!) Enjoy!
Title: From the Beginning
Rating: PG 13
Summary:Chuck was enthralled with Olive from that first awkward moment in the hall. Cholive fluffiness
Between the Days II
The Pie Maker and the Dead Girl lay in their respective beds later that night, just talking about nothing, catching up on the last twenty some years of their lives. “Chuck,” Ned said nervously.
“Mhm,” she answered, just on the brink of sleep.
“I killed your father.”
Chuck’s eyes flew open, staring at nothing, her heart breaking with every second. Her hurt she felt numbed her, turning the world around her into a haze. Somehow, she had made her way onto the roof. She wasn’t sure how. She vaguely remembered Ned chasing after her, yelling at her. But he obviously had gone down the stairs as she went down the elevator.
The winter chill had just began to blanket the city, small snow flurries began to float over the roof top, just as a chill began to run through her heart. Ned had killed her father. However unintentional it was, Ned had killed her father.
She felt a small hand on her back and she jumped slightly. She turned around and saw Olive standing before her, still dressed in her pj’s.
“I heard doors slamming,” she said quietly, “So I looked outside and saw you and Ned and….are you okay?”
Looking at Olive, seeing the genuine concern in her eyes along with love and compassion, she broke down and cried. Olive held her tightly, her face buried in the small woman’s neck. Again, the haze clouded over her senses and she found herself in Olive’s apartment.
Olive laid her on the bed and tucked her into the covers tightly. “If you need me, I’ll be in the living room on the couch,” Olive said kissing her forehead lightly, making her way towards the living room. “Olive,” Chuck called out. Olive came quickly back to the bedside, stroking her hair. “What is it, Sweetie,” Olive said soothingly.
“Don’t leave me,” she said quietly. Without another word, Olive crawled into the covers besides Chuck, putting her arms around her lovingly and kissing her head. Chuck nuzzled into Olive’s neck and let the tears flow once more.
Title: From the Beginning
Rating: PG 13
Summary:Chuck was enthralled with Olive from that first awkward moment in the hall. Cholive fluffiness
Between the Days II
The Pie Maker and the Dead Girl lay in their respective beds later that night, just talking about nothing, catching up on the last twenty some years of their lives. “Chuck,” Ned said nervously.
“Mhm,” she answered, just on the brink of sleep.
“I killed your father.”
Chuck’s eyes flew open, staring at nothing, her heart breaking with every second. Her hurt she felt numbed her, turning the world around her into a haze. Somehow, she had made her way onto the roof. She wasn’t sure how. She vaguely remembered Ned chasing after her, yelling at her. But he obviously had gone down the stairs as she went down the elevator.
The winter chill had just began to blanket the city, small snow flurries began to float over the roof top, just as a chill began to run through her heart. Ned had killed her father. However unintentional it was, Ned had killed her father.
She felt a small hand on her back and she jumped slightly. She turned around and saw Olive standing before her, still dressed in her pj’s.
“I heard doors slamming,” she said quietly, “So I looked outside and saw you and Ned and….are you okay?”
Looking at Olive, seeing the genuine concern in her eyes along with love and compassion, she broke down and cried. Olive held her tightly, her face buried in the small woman’s neck. Again, the haze clouded over her senses and she found herself in Olive’s apartment.
Olive laid her on the bed and tucked her into the covers tightly. “If you need me, I’ll be in the living room on the couch,” Olive said kissing her forehead lightly, making her way towards the living room. “Olive,” Chuck called out. Olive came quickly back to the bedside, stroking her hair. “What is it, Sweetie,” Olive said soothingly.
“Don’t leave me,” she said quietly. Without another word, Olive crawled into the covers besides Chuck, putting her arms around her lovingly and kissing her head. Chuck nuzzled into Olive’s neck and let the tears flow once more.