"This isn't so bad." I picked up a stack of books and moved over to another bookshelf. "Maybe if you're a reader." Chuck analysed an important old book that looked to be falling apart.
"Not a reader, huh?"
"No, I read." Chuck tossed the book on the table.
"Comic books don't count." I laughed and shook my head. "Nevermind then."
"So, what do you do?" I ask
"Cook."
My eyes lit up. "You cook? I love cooking."
"Yeah? We should cook together sometime." Chuck nodded as he picked up a box.
"Hey, come check this out." He waved me over.
"What's that?" I asked Chuck.
"Recent yearbooks."
"Recent as in 1964 recent? My picture last year was awful." I groaned. "Let's take a look." He smirked and pulled out the 1964 yearbook.
I sighed and sat down.
"Oh, hey, it's you and those chics you hang around with." Chuck pointed. "Oh, yeah."
"The three Musketeers." He read.
I smiled at the picture.
"What's that?" I dreaded his question from the moment I saw the picture, but it was too late to turn back time.
"What's what?" I gulp.
"The book in that girl's bag." He trailed his hand to the book.
"Art project." I smiled and filmed the page. "I didn't know you took art." Chuck removed his hand and looked at me.
"Oh, I don't." The page landed on Chuck's friends. "Oh, would you look at that?" I desperately tried to change the subject.
"How could it be an art project if you don't take art?" Chuck was pestering me with a variety of questions. If I could punch him to make him shut up, I would.
"Would you just drop it?!" I raised my voice too loud.
"Yeah, sorry." I could've sworn I saw him smile.
"No, it's fine. I just don't like questions." I shrugged and closed the yearbook. "Yeah. Yeah, I get that."
"We should get back to work." I proceeded to stack the books on the shelf. "Yeah, alright."
We awkwardly placed the books on the bookshelves.
"You been cooking long?" Chuck asked.
I prayed for this day to be over as fast as possible. This was the most awkward encounter of my life.
"Mm, couple of years." I handed Chuck a book so he could place it on the higher shelf.
"Yeah, same."
"I didn't think someone like you would cook." I said.
"That's very stereotypical." Chuck laughed.
"No, I did just mean you're hot and popular, you'd think you'd be too busy to cook."
"So I'm hot? And FYI that was stereotypical." He smirked. "No. I didn't mean you were hot, I just meant that you aren't not hot." I rambled on and on.
"Again I repeat, so I'm hot?" Chuck again asked.
I sighed. "Yes."
"Cute. Real cute." He nudged my shoulder.
"Shut up. It isn't cute." I nudged him back.
"You know, you aren't too bad yourself."
Never mind, I never want this day to end.
"Gee, Chuck You sure know how to make a women go weak in the knees." I rolled my eyes.
"You have no idea."
I mentally screamed.
"Enlighten me then." I mutter under my breath.
"Hmm?" He lifted up his head. "Oh, nothing, I was just... I don't know." My words scattered together as I thought of a good excuse.
"Don't worry, I heard you right the first time." Chuck bit the inside of his mouth in an attempt to stop his growing smirk.
My face grew red.
Chuck seemed to notice. "Oh, don't get too embarrassed, Nini." He nudged me and chuckled.
"Nini? Is that some sort of strange insult?" I asked.
"I've been experimenting with your name, it's a nickname."
I cringed. "Chuck, for the love of God, if you ever call me that again I'm going to-" Chuck cut me off by grabbing my arm.
"You gonna put a curse on me, Nini?" He teased. "I just might." I took three steps closer to him at the exact three words.
"Fine, I'll stop calling you on one condition."
"This'll be good." I leaned against the bookshelf. "Hang out with me this Friday." Chuck raised an eyebrow.
"Absolutely not." I pulled my arm away from him and proceeded to stack all of the books. "Come on. It's just two friends going out for a movie... Or to corky's." Chuck stood behind me and took the book off of me.
I turned around to reach for it back, but he was towering over me. "Agree to go with me and ill give it back." He held it up high.
"It'll be weird. You're my brother's friend. I do not associate myself with Willy's friends." I shook my head and tried to reach for the book.
"Tch, tch, tch." Chuck tutted. "Fine." Chuck finally gave me the book. "Kidding." I laughed as I pushed past him.
"I won't stop pissing you off until you say you'll hang out with me." The brunette followed me to the table.
"Why do you wanna hang out with me so bad?" I asked.
"You're the only person in this town I can stand." I hopped up on the table as he stood in front of me.
"Chuck, you're friends with literally everyone and not to mention you've already kissed at least 4 girls here." I shook my head.
"5 girls." A smug smile grew on his face.
"You're a dick." I hit him over the head with a heavy book.
"Hey!" He laughed and groaned. "It's not my fault the women love me." Chuck pinched my cheeks.
"Manwhore." I pushed him away and jumped off of the table. "Times up, lover boy." I grabbed my shoulder bag and headed for the door.
"Pick you up on Friday! At 7!" He shouted after me.
"I won't be home!" I joked as I left.
