Chuck/Nate pre-slash flash fic
Chuck/Nate
prompt; IM [from my friend, Nat]
Morning upper east siders! As I'm sure many are aware, tomorrow marks a special day; N's seventeenth birthday. And whats more, with the newly launched Gossip Girl instant messenger, one thing can be guaranteed; no one is going to miss a thing.
Don't say I don't treat you!
You know you love me, xoxo, Gossip Girl.
[ bassthescarf has signed on ]
Nate: Bassthescarf?? Please tell me you didn't spend an age thinking that up.
Chuck: Is that disapproval or utter sarcasm I sense in your tone there, Nathaniel?
Nate: Just saying...taking suggestions?
Chuck: Don't mock the scarf, Nate, or you might find I'll not be the only owner of a trademark scarf tomorrow.
Nate: Oh the horror!
Chuck: You wouldn't look bad in a scarf, Nathaniel, but thats just one guy's opinion...sealed the deal with Waldorf yet?
Nate: No, but there's my man!
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Chuck pushed himself away from the computer, his composure lacking slightly. The dreaded butterflies he'd experienced only with Blair Waldorf before were making a bold appearance now.
“There's my man!”
Oh, how Chuck Bass longed for that, and the irony of it, this time, almost killed him inside.
prompt; IM [from my friend, Nat]
Morning upper east siders! As I'm sure many are aware, tomorrow marks a special day; N's seventeenth birthday. And whats more, with the newly launched Gossip Girl instant messenger, one thing can be guaranteed; no one is going to miss a thing.
Don't say I don't treat you!
You know you love me, xoxo, Gossip Girl.
[ bassthescarf has signed on ]
Nate: Bassthescarf?? Please tell me you didn't spend an age thinking that up.
Chuck: Is that disapproval or utter sarcasm I sense in your tone there, Nathaniel?
Nate: Just saying...taking suggestions?
Chuck: Don't mock the scarf, Nate, or you might find I'll not be the only owner of a trademark scarf tomorrow.
Nate: Oh the horror!
Chuck: You wouldn't look bad in a scarf, Nathaniel, but thats just one guy's opinion...sealed the deal with Waldorf yet?
Nate: No, but there's my man!
-
Chuck pushed himself away from the computer, his composure lacking slightly. The dreaded butterflies he'd experienced only with Blair Waldorf before were making a bold appearance now.
“There's my man!”
Oh, how Chuck Bass longed for that, and the irony of it, this time, almost killed him inside.