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They'd been best friends since that fateful day that Mr. Lange sat them together, but despite a few instances Charlie swore something was about to happen, nothing ever had.
But now, in Paris, the city of love, maybe things would be different. He put on his PJs and brushed his teeth while singing, turning dramatically to Nick:
🎶 Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? 🎶
Nick's eyes widened and his face turned red.
”uh… Oui?”
“Huh?” Charlie replied.
“You don't speak French, do you,” Nick said bashfully.
“You do?” Charlie gawped.
“Oui j'aimerais coucher avec toi.”
Where was Google translate when he needed it.