Chuck/Nate. References CB. Won 2nd place for this challenge :)
Make a Wish
"C'mon man, you're telling me you don't wish-" Nate begins.
"I don't wish anything, Nathaniel. Wishing is for dreamers and dreaming is for virgins, neither of which I am" Chuck tells him with a forced grin, before taking a long sip of his ice coffee.
Nate smiles-not because his friend tells a joke but because he knows it isn't genuine.
"Dude, you told me yourself in an alcohol induced haze like two weeks ago that abandoning Blair was a mistake" Nate tells him.
Chuck shrugs.
"I was drunk, I didn't mean it" Chuck says, distracting himself with a random store's window dressing.
"Yeah, but drunk words are sober thoughts" Nate reasons.
He nudges Chuck with his shoulder, despite knowing he was dancing on thin ice. He can't help it-his best friend is love sick. Like, love sick with his ex-childhood sweetheart. It's weird and endearing and uncomfortable and entertaining all at the same time.
"I'm sorry, are you a walking bumper sticker or my best friend? I'm. fine" Chuck states slowly before walking past Nate.
Nate sighs and jogs after him.
"Okay, okay I'm sorry. It's just, c'mon man, you told me you love her at your dad's wedding. Hearing Chuck Bass say that isn't something I can just forget. And we both know you weren't drunk then, so don't pretend" he says.
"Loved. I said I...loved her. In a moment of pure desperation and weakness that will never be repeated" Chuck says before mumbling "Besides I don't even know what that word means" under his breath.
"Then...how do you explain the bouquet of yellow roses chilling on your bed?" Nate asks "Or the orange suit that you spent like...45 minutes staring at in the mirror last night before changing into a different outfit to go to the bar in?"
Chuck scowls.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about" Chuck says before taking a sip of his drink.
"Dude, drop the act. We were in the same room with Serena when she was on the phone with Blair last night. She knows she's taking the jitney, I know she's taking the jitney, and you sure as hell know it too" Nate tells him.
"Yes, okay fine. I'm going. But not to grovel, just to apologize" Chuck says.
"You say tomato..." Nate says under his breath.
"What?" his friend asked.
"Huh? Nothing, man. So you'll apologize, tell her you love you..." Nate tells him.
"Loved. And no, of course not. I'm just...I'm just going to say that...that..." Chuck trails.
Nate looks down at his watch.
"11:11 man. Better make a wish before it changes" Nate says.
Chuck narrows his eyes at his best friend.
"I told you I don't wish, Nathaniel" he says.
"Make an exception. Just this once. For Blair" Nate says as he whips a zippo lighter out of his pocket. He flips it open and holds the flame in front of Chuck's face.
"That's for birthdays" Chuck says.
"It's almost 11:12..." Nate says.
Chuck sighs.
"Fine" he says, looking at the flame for a moment before closing his eyes and blowing out the flame "Happy?"
Nate grins.
"Very. So what'd you wish for?" he asks.
"Fuck you" Chuck says, breezing by Nate who can't keep his smile to himself.