Title: I'm a believer, I just need a moment
Characters: Chuck, Eric.
Rating/Word Count: G / 324
Summary: "Happy birthday, Chuck."
"Happy birthday, Chuck."
He looks down at the pastry shoved under his face with disdain.
He raises an eyebrow and sneers, "What is this?"
"Duh. It's a cupcake. Now make a wish."
He looks at Eric as if he's lost his mind.
Chuck Bass does not make wishes; he doesn't need to. Anything he desires he can have, all it takes is a few charming words and as much cash as needed.
(And he especially doesn't make wishes on today of all days.)
But Eric is looking up at him earnestly, so much the child that he still is. Chuck absently wonders if he were ever that young.
"This is ridiculous," he tells him, because he wouldn't know what to wish for anyway.
"It's your birthday wish, it can be as ridiculous as you want."
"I don't believe in wishes."
The only wishes he ever made never came true.
"Come on, the wax is melting. Just do it."
"I am not going to blow out some candle on your pathetic little cupcake, let alone make a wish that won't come true."
He tries to shrug Eric off, but the kid is unaffected.
"Just wish for something, anything. A Piaget or a pony or something."
"A pony? What the hell would I do with a pony?" He's almost amused by the whole situation.
Eric, however, is more annoyed than entertained. "I don't know. Just – just wish, okay? It's your birthday, and I'm trying to be nice and all, but the wax is dripping down my hand right now and it's not exactly the greatest feeling, so would you just blow it out already?"
Eric sighs, clearly exasperated with him.
Chuck just laughs softly, rolls his eyes and blows it out.
"Are you happy now?" He asks.
"Yes." Eric smiles at him, obviously pleased.
"What'd you wish for?"
Chuck laughs and wraps his arm around Eric's shoulders.
Some wishes do come true after all.