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The Roof - Friday Evening

Chuck's little, ah, problem had cleared up yesterday but he didn't let himself out of his self-imposed imprisonment until Friday afternoon. He wouldn't put it past Peter to lull him into a false sense of security and then make it all come back while he was in public or something. He went to the roof after the cheerleading auction with a couple joints to get stoned out of his mind. He planned on staying high for most of the weekend, actually. Probably not the smartest thing to do since at some point he wanted to go get that camera from Dean but, whatever. This was fun.

[Open roof, open post]

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Jess didn't come up to the roof to smoke often, but it was the weekend, the auction had been entertaining, and one cigarette while the weather was decent wasn't going to kill him. He noticed that he wasn't alone when he went to the ledge, but he was more concerned with patting down his pockets at the moment. He was going to kick his own ass if he'd come all the way up here without anything to smoke.

Chuck could honestly not believe his eyes when he saw who else was on the roof. Fucking figured. The roof was his spot, dammit, it should be jackass free.

Well. Jackass free save for him, naturally.

"Are you stalking me or something?"

Jess looked around, expecting to see that he'd been followed, and realized that he was the one being addressed. "Stalking's not really my thing," he said, before adding, "This is a public space. I have the same right to be here as you do."

"Right, right. You're totally up here by coincidence and not to annoy the fuck out of me," Chuck said with a roll of his eyes. "After the last couple of days nobody is going to believe that."

"I'm sorry you're so easily annoyed." He really wasn't, of course. "But that's not my fault, and it's not my problem. I'm perfectly happy to leave you alone."

Chuck kind of stared for a moment, wondering just what in the hell happened between today and yesterday. "...did you get bitten by a gremlin or something and the side effect made you less of a douche?"

"I'm not a douche," Jess said, glaring. "Like you'd know anyway. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"...Chuck Bass," he said with a clear "duh!" tone to his voice. Someone needed to tell Sam that his boyfriend was retarded in addition to being a douchebag.

Jess smirked. "If I was supposed to be impressed by that, it didn't work."

"One, you should be impressed and, two, I was checking to see if you had any brain damage," Chuck said. "I'm no doctor but I'm afraid all initial signs point to yes."

No, Chuck hadn't put two and two together yet. Well, he had an idea what was going on but the brain damage theory let him say douchebag things. So that was the one he was going with.

"Now I'm a douche and I'm brain damaged?" Jess said. "For your next move, you might want to give me a reason why I shouldn't throw you off the roof."

Jess hadn't put anything together yet either, but then, most of the people who got him confused with Peter liked Peter better than him.

Chuck stood up straighter and took a couple of steps towards Jess. "I think we both know that you're not going to do anything like that."

"You don't know me. You don't know what I might do," Jess replied.

Okay, after that Chuck knew that this was one of those weird Fandom twin things. Chuck also knew that this kid was kind of an ass. So he kept on going. He had nothing better to do.

"I know you don't have the balls to throw someone off the roof," Chuck told him. It didn't take a genius to see that.

"If it means I can smoke in peace, I just might," Jess said, getting more agitated. "Are you always like this, or did I have the bad luck to come across you on a PMS day?"

"Oh, I'm a girl, very creative," Chuck said with a roll of his eyes. "Any other witty insults you'd like to astound me with?"

"Hey, I'm not the one who started this. You came over and bitched at me first," Jess pointed out.

"I was here first," Chuck argued. And, you know, he thought Jess was someone else.

"It's a big roof," Jess argued right back. "I was going to leave you alone. Why'd you think I was stalking you? Are you that special?" Somehow, he managed to make special sound like a bad thing.

"Yeah, I am," Chuck said immediately. He paused. "And until about two minutes ago I thought you were Peter."

The annoyed face Jess made was an automatic reaction that he couldn't help by this point in his time in Fandom. "Wait, and that's a bad thing? Usually people get clingy when they think that."

"That's because most people are idiots," Chuck replied. "Peter's an asshole."

To say that Jess wasn't Peter's biggest fan would be an understatement, but he wasn't particularly fond of Chuck at the moment either, and he wasn't sure if hatred of Peter was enough to win him over. "Tell me he did something bad," he said. "I knew that good-hearted thing couldn't last forever."

"I'd...rather not say what he did. But it was a douche move," Chuck said, finding it weird to talk about Peter being an asshole to someone that looked exactly like him. "And then after he added insult to injury but doing that 'you're a good person on the inside' bullshit. I think that was actually worse."

"That's the kind of bullshit you get used to with Peter," Jess said. "But I can't imagine him being a douche. He's too nice for that."

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