CHAPTER 4
"No need to be so rude George," Chuck said.
"Oh ho, rude you say," George said, mocking the way Chuck spoke. "I could be a hell of a lot ruder if I wanted to. You have no idea buddy."
Chuck smiled…not something he seemed to be accustomed to doing. "So we are friends then," Chuck said.
"I NEVER SAID THAT," George shouted.
"You called me 'buddy'," Chuck said calmly. "Does that not specify friendship?"
"Oh stop pretending to be so clueless," George said. "You know what I meant."
"Perhaps I do, but that brings the question of why I'd be keeping that from you," Chuck said.
George looked at Chuck, wondering where this was going. He didn't get an answer seeing as Chuck looked blankly back at him, only the slightest hint of a smirk pulling at the edges of Chuck's mouth. The notion that Chuck was just screwing around with his mind came back to George will full force. George stood suddenly and walked over to stand in front of Chuck. George reached out to grab the collar of Chuck's trench coat.
"ALL RIGHT YOU BASTA-," George started. He gasped as his fingers fell through the air where he had believed Chuck to be. He looked up to see Chuck standing behind the chair he formerly occupied.
"Don't jump to violence so quickly George," Chuck said, not even attempting to hide his smile anymore. "Why would you want to do such a thing to yourself?"
"What the hell are you talking about," George asked, calmed by the bizarreness of what he just witnessed.
"I saw you realize it," Chuck said. "You're attempting to stop yourself from accepting the reality that I am you."