"Hey there, Nathaniel", Chuck said slowly, leaving an annoying gap between words. He smiled that kind of forced smile that squeezes his eyes and shows his teeth kind of too much, but charmingly, if that's even possible. He knew he had done wrong, – and perhaps 'wrong' dozen't apply to what he'd done, but for the lack of a better term, wrong it was – but c'mon, it's Nate we're talking about, here! His childhood friend! How mad could Nate be?
Mad enough. Nate had his hands buried deep into his pockets, a blue sweater and the worst face of fuck-you ever seen. He wanted to, God knows how much he wanted to, but unfortunately they were in a public space – sidewalk– and it would be rather inappropriate to kick someone's crotch just for being polite enough to greet you on the street. He then glanced at Chuck for an uncomfortable amount of time, turned around and left, just left. No words of utter hate, or a yellow 'how ya Dion' smile, not even a twitch in his perfectly pissed off expression – he'd let his feet do the talking by calmly moving away from the annoyance.
"Wow, wow, Nathaniel, hold on", Chuck kind of gasped while tried to catch up with his friend's quick pace.
To actually go after someone made Chuck very very very irritated, and now you have two irritated people chasing after each other on a sidewalk. Nate glanced back at Chuck, who despite the very very irritatedness, just kept on following. So, there they were, running away from each other, and suddenly it felt really stupid in Nate's mind. But then again, not everyone had the ability to drag Chuck Bass around without offering sex or booze.
Nate stopped and signalized for a cab; Chuck caught up right after.
English is not my 1st lenguage, and this hasn't been beta'ed, so if you see any mistakes please tell me.
Also, I don't have that much of a plot either. Ideas are welcomed.