[Smiling at him like that and twirling her hair is so unChucklike that he gives her a weird look for it, ignoring the little butterflies that start flying around his stomach because of it because he's got a hopeless crush on her after like thirty minutes.
He's messed up in the head because he likes the snappy, waspish Chuck better than the sweet one.]
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He's messed up in the head because he likes the snappy, waspish Chuck better than the sweet one.]
Yeah. You bet. Noon work for you?