[They're not dating. Seriously, they're not. They're booty calls and that is a perfectly acceptable working relationship if you were to ask him because he isn't interested in a relationship, is too busy for that kind of shit but he doesn't really enjoy going to bars and picking up women there because they're either stupid or desperate or both and he's got like an allergic reaction to those kind of women.
Despite what he says, he knows that Raleigh isn't stupid and she's definitely not desperate and she's a challenge and it just works alright.
Until-- it doesn't.
Until one morning he wakes up and realizes that her shit is all over his apartment. That her shampoo and razor have a spot in the shower, that she more or less has a drawer in his dresser, that she has mother fucking tampons under his sink, that her OJ is in his fridge, her favorite brand of chips are always in his kitchen and he let it all happen. No, worse, he encouraged it because he bought that juice and those chips and oh holy hell.
Fucking fuck, does he love her? He better not fucking love her because that is a serious wrench in the plan. Chuck is realizing all of this while taking a piss by the way, while Raleigh is making breakfast in the kitchen and what a time to slam into this kind of realization. And he knows damn well that if they were at her apartment, his shit would be all over the place, he's been meaning to grab his jacket from her place for like a month now and she's got vegemite even though she hates it.
Raleigh Becket's his girlfriend and he hasn't the slightest clue when the fuck that happened.
Chuck's still kind of in a daze when he wanders into the kitchen, barely even registers that she's wearing his shirt while making pancakes. When did this happen? Does she know? Did she plan it? Oh, that's sneaky, Becket, that is a really conniving plan and you know what he's going to do about it?
Pretend like he has no idea about it. That's what.]
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Despite what he says, he knows that Raleigh isn't stupid and she's definitely not desperate and she's a challenge and it just works alright.
Until-- it doesn't.
Until one morning he wakes up and realizes that her shit is all over his apartment. That her shampoo and razor have a spot in the shower, that she more or less has a drawer in his dresser, that she has mother fucking tampons under his sink, that her OJ is in his fridge, her favorite brand of chips are always in his kitchen and he let it all happen. No, worse, he encouraged it because he bought that juice and those chips and oh holy hell.
Fucking fuck, does he love her? He better not fucking love her because that is a serious wrench in the plan. Chuck is realizing all of this while taking a piss by the way, while Raleigh is making breakfast in the kitchen and what a time to slam into this kind of realization. And he knows damn well that if they were at her apartment, his shit would be all over the place, he's been meaning to grab his jacket from her place for like a month now and she's got vegemite even though she hates it.
Raleigh Becket's his girlfriend and he hasn't the slightest clue when the fuck that happened.
Chuck's still kind of in a daze when he wanders into the kitchen, barely even registers that she's wearing his shirt while making pancakes. When did this happen? Does she know? Did she plan it? Oh, that's sneaky, Becket, that is a really conniving plan and you know what he's going to do about it?
Pretend like he has no idea about it. That's what.]