I'm On My Way, To You

I Hate You

"I'm on my way."
Gerald hangs up the phone quickly, shoving it into his flannel pocket before standing from the resteraunt table and running towards the door.
"Gerald?"
A young woman who sat in the seat across from Gerlad called out to him as he ran.
"That ass though..."
The woman placed her head in her hands and sighed as she watched his huge cheeks jiggle as they ran away.

"The russians... I knew it."
Chosen smirked as he adjusted his glasses and folded his arms. He admired the structure— towering over everyone and everything. This was a big mission— but he knew he was plenty capable of handling the situation, this is what he's trained his entire life for and no one—-
Suddenly Chosen's thoughts were interrupted as someone rushed past him, knocking his shoulder as they ran by.
"What the frick?!"
Chosen was flabbergasted for a moment, but his confusion quickly turned to anger. He knew THAT ASS. That fucking ass that has ruined all his missions since the towers fell.

Chosen drew his katana and ran after Gerald— and into the Costco.
"Don't worry sir, the situation is under control now."
When Chosen arrived through the doors, prepared to fight, he saw him.
"Thank you so much Mr. Cakes for plugging our leak. Without you this entire Costco would be flooded!"
Chosen's eye twitched under his glasses as a store clerk and customers praised Gerald, whose pants were soaking wet.
Gerald waved and smiled as he walked away and towards the door— met with a very furious looking Chosen.
"Oh, hey dude."
Gerald spoke non-chalantly, continuing to walk past Chosen.
But Chosen couldn't help himself, he had had enough.
"Gerald."
He moved his hand to Gerlad's arm, stopping him in his tracks.
"Chosen."
"Funny seeing you here." Chosen smirked slightly.
"Is it funny? Everywhere I go there you are."
Gerald smirked and continued.
"It's like I've got my own fan club."
At this point, a crowd had gathered and watched on— tension in the Costco had reached a high.
"I- I'm not here for you. I was here to help this Costco and the people that occupy it, but you ruined it! Yet again!"
Chosen stuttered, letting go of Gerald's arm and stepping back, moving his hand to his katana.
"It's not my fault that the president herself always goes for the best option to handle these situations... me."
Gerald stepped closer to Chosen's face with the last word- gritting their teeth and meaning business.

Gerald moved past Chosen once more- Chosen looked forward with his face scrunched, rage boiling in him. Gerald hit his huge cheeks against Chosen's side as he walked by, but little did he know that the water traveled from those huge cheeks to the ground where they were standing— causing Gerald to slip.
With the quickest of reflexes, Chosen caught Gerald as they fell back, into his arms like a... like a bride? 
They both stood in this position, frozen for a moment as they looked at each other. For a moment Gerlad thought he could see through his glasses and through Chosen's to see his eyes. Maybe they were blue, he didn't know, maybe green—
Chosen interuppted Gerald's thoughts this time, dropping him suddenly to the ground before awkwardly walking away.
"I still hate you." Chosen spoke as he walked.

Gerald lifted his head off the ground- watching Chosen walk out the automatic sliding doors, he couldn't help but lower his glasses slightly.
"Nice."