Title: Addiction
Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't because it would take me, like, a year to write just one episode.
Author Note: Just a little drabble type thing I thought I might write to get rid of some major writer's block. I blame it on the CB slump I have found myself in, and watching 2x07 did not help as I thought it would. A friend actually got me considering Dair before I came to my senses. Somehow I've managed to drag myself through writing this, so hopefully updates for my other stuff will start coming sooner.
Whatever, just enjoy. x
Addiction
n. Habitual psychological and physiological dependence on a substance or practice beyond one's voluntary control.
If his father had cared enough, and he didn't, he probably would have sent his son to a shrink a long time ago. Not that it mattered because they both knew what they would say anyway.
An addiction to sex in order to get the attention and love he craved that he didn't receive from his father. And there would probably be something about his mother in there too.
Then he would tell them he had sex because he liked it and, if it were a woman, proceeded to fuck her brains out.
But he never went because really, what would be the point?
Nobody liked to pay to hear the truth anyway.
But it wasn't the truth anymore. He could live without the sex. What he could not live without was seeing those legs saunter up the Met steps. Without seeing her smile falter when her best friend approaches. Without hearing spiteful comments slip from those red lips.
But he would never admit to being addicted to Blair Waldorf, just because she is Blair, so he pretends he's only in this for the sex.
Unlike him, Blair Waldorf regularly made trips to her shrink's office. With a life like hers, you would have more than a few issues. Dr. Sherman says she has a need for control, but in trying to gain it, she spirals out of control.
She rolls her eyes and wonders how he managed to make it through Harvard. The she tells him that she throws up food that she has not eaten not because she wants control but because her thighs are just half an inch too big. Apparently, he's not allowed to prescribe weight loss pills.
But she maintains there is nothing wrong with her, and he can't help her if she does not have anything wrong with her.
Maybe she did like the control. Maybe she did want the sense of control that would come with taming the untameable. Maybe she did want to know that she was the only one who could make him feel that way. Or maybe she just liked the way he made her feel. The way he looked at her, as if she were the only one. The way he had a comeback to every remark.
But she decides that Dr. Sherman might actually have a point, and she does just want him for the control. It is the best excuse for feeling this way.
Everyone knows that admitting you have a problem is the first step to solving it.
But they'd never admit to anything.
