So yeah, this is possibly the shortest thing I've ever written. And it's just a funny idea I had during history class: A random, no purpose drabble. I'm sorry that I so rarely update any of my stories (for whoever reads the rest of them).

Please review!! It'll brighten my day!!

He kept his eyes glued to his cup of coffee as he heard the door open. Don't be awkward, don't be awkward, he chanted in his head.

"Nathaniel," he heard Chuck say as he sat down, starting to drink his coffee.

A few minutes later Blair joined him on the couch, grabbing a croissant from the breakfast tray on the table. "Hey Nate," she chirped.

Without thinking he looked up into her smiling face, immediately freezing. "Umm…. Hey Blair." Silence then descended, Blair uncomfortably looking between the two boys and around the room. Chuck, still sipping his drink would look up at her every once and awhile and smirk. Nate looked down at his feet, willing himself to disappear, or at least forget that he'd heard the sounds he heard all last night.

"So…" Blair said awkwardly. "What are you doing today, Nate?"

"Oh um… I don't have any classes today, so I'm not really sure," he said

slowly. A minute of silence before, "You?"

"I have class at 2," she said pleasantly.

"It's already 1:30," Nate pointed out.

"Oh no!" She jumped up. "I've got to go. See you later," she said, kissing Chuck before heading out. "Bye Nate!"

He held up his hand in a goodbye gesture. After a few more minutes of silence Nate put down his cup, "Well, that was awkward."

Without looking up from the paper he'd started to read Chuck responded, "It was only awkward cause you made it so, Nathaniel."

"I thought you told me you sound proofed your room."

Chuck looked up at this point smirking, he answered, "We forgot to close the door."

"Well try to remember next time. You know I'm happy for you man. But really, if you're going to do that every night then tell me so I can at least buy some earplugs," he said, running his hands through his hair.

"Or maybe you should go find someone of your own to do. Blair and I would hate to make you feel inadequate."

At this Chuck stood up and began walking back to his room, chuckling at Nate as he called out, "What? I'm not inadequate! … Chuck!"