So my brain seems to be convinced that Chuck and Bryce are the next Romeo and Juliet, minus the poison and un-timely death (because come on, we all know that maybe if they weren't so rash and dumb, there was a happy ending despite the fact that they are like 14 and barely has their head screwed on properly.)
But yeah, star-crossed, that's what I was trying to get at.
Because according to my definition, getting them kicked out of university and pretend-steal their girlfriend (aka ruining someone's life) just to keep them away from being recruited by the government is the equivalent to looooooooove.
(Also, you don't say stuff like this and not expect it to be an unrequited love confession: Chuck. I'm sure you hate me right now, but someday you're gonna realize I was looking out for you. I have been all along.)
And no, you can't convince me otherwise.
Now, I just need more Chuck/Bryce (in that exact order because ugh, superspy getting topped by a complete geek has its definite kinks I can't get out of my head.)
In other news, physics is suspiciously alright and when its alright, it isn't bad, which means there will be worst to come. I know it. /paranoid to all ends
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