Destruction and lust go hand in hand
Dislaimer: Nada. Zip. Nil. That's what I own.
A/N. I've got it figured out. I'm doing 18 of these, one for each episode in the first season.
Nathaniel Archibald surveyed the mess of a room nervously. Broken glass was shattered everywhere, there were puddles of what seemed like alcohol, clothes were in disarray and books and DVDs seemed to have flown out of their shelves. His best friend was sitting against his bed, drinking scotch straight out of the bottle. Nate assumed all of the glasses were broken.
"What happened, man?" He asked worriedly.
"Blair." Chuck shrugged nonchalantly.
Nate plopped down beside his best friend, carefully avoiding the glass.
"Was she mad?" he questioned.
Chuck smirked. "Oh yeah."
Frowning, Nate wondered if Chuck was bipolar or something. Generally, when Blair was mad, people tended to be sad.
"What did you do?" He asked incredulously.
Chuck bit his lip repentantly.
"You know that Swarvoski crystal dollhouse she loves, well…. she found out that Dorota didn't break it, I did."
"She did all this because of a dollhouse?"
Nate's eyes widen. That was intense.
"No," Chuck says slowly, "A crystal dollhouse. I said sorry and-"
"And she didn't forgive you and threw things."
Nate cut in sympathetically and patted his best friend on the back, he knew how the story went.
"Don't worry, man, you know Blair."
Chuck frowns.
"No, that's not it at all. She pushed me around a lot and ripped off my clothes."
Nate finds a torn pair of underwear in the wreckage.
"You mean you were just having sex?" His mouth drops open.
Damn, they were destructive.
