Just a random idea I had and decided to write about. I wrote this quickly so there's probably mistakes but review and tell me what you think :)
Chuck Bass stepped into the elevator of his hotel after a long day of work. He sighed, leaning back against the wall of the elevator, loosening his tie. Just as the elevator doors were about to shut, a small hand appeared between them and the doors re-opened to reveal a blonde little girl who looked to be no more than nine or ten. Her hair was perfectly curled and she was wearing a pink dress, tights and ballet flats, and was carrying a small pink hand bag. "Hi!" she grinned, stepping into the elevator.
"Hi..." Chuck replied, confused as to why this child was talking to him.
As the elevator doors closed once more, she turned to him, "What's your name?"
"Uh...Chuck."
"Chuck who?" she persisted.
"Chuck Bass," he answered in amusement.
"Well hello Chuck Bass, I'm Laura Middleton," she replied, extending her hand towards him. He glanced down at the little girl's hand for a moment before reaching over and shaking it gently. "I'm eight by the way."
"Eight?" Chuck repeated, looking at her in concern. "Aren't you a little young to be riding in elevators by yourself?"
Laura looked offended for a moment then retorted with an eye roll, "I'm eight, not two."
"Of course," he grinned. "I'm terribly sorry."
"How about you apologize to me over dinner?" she proposed.
Chuck's head turned towards the child abruptly, "What?" It was at this moment that he realized that neither of them had a pressed a button so the elevator was going no where.
"You can take me out to dinner," Laura smiled as Chuck leaned over to press the button for the penthouse. "Can you press level 35 please?"
He pressed the number 35 button then looked back to her, "I think I'm a little old for you Laura."
"How old are you?" she asked curiously.
Children were always so full of questions, Chuck noted in amusement. "I'm 27."
She shrugged, "That's only...how many years difference?"
"If you have to think hard to work it out, that's too much," he replied. "And besides, I have a wife who I love very much."
"Oh," Laura pouted. "Do you have kids?"
"No."
"Are you going to have kids?"
"I-I don't know," Chuck stammered, not believing that he was getting interrogated by an eight-year-old. "I guess we will eventually- why do you want to know all of this?"
"I want to know you Chuck Bass," she replied simply.
"You do?"
She nodded. "Maybe you and your wife can come over for dinner some time," she suggested as the elevator doors opened.
"Uh, sure..." Chuck responded. He gestured to the open doors, "This is your floor."
Laura shook her head, "No it's not."
"Then why did you ask me to press the button for this floor?"
She shrugged with a giggle, "More time to talk." She leaned over and pressed a couple of the buttons.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Chuck asked, starting to feel frustrated that he was stuck in the elevator with this little girl. Now they would have to go to more levels until they reached the penthouse. He was already late, Blair was going to kill him.
"Now we have even more time to talk," she explained as the elevator doors shut once more.
"Why do you want to talk so much?" he questioned her. "Don't you have friends for that?"
She shook her head, "I don't have friends."
"Why not?"
"I don't relate well with people my own age," Laura explained. "That's what my therapist says anyway."
"Your therapist?"
"Uh huh."
"What could you possibly be in therapy for, you're eight?" Chuck wondered out loud.
She rolled her eyes. "I told you, I don't relate well with people my own age," she recited, as if it were a line she had memorized from a play.
As the elevator doors opened at level 23, Chuck groaned. He contemplated getting into another elevator, but he would feel bad if he left this obviously lonely little girl all alone when she just wanted someone to talk to. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" he gave in as the doors of the elevator closed.
"What's your wife's name?"
"Her name is Blair."
"Blair...Bass?" she questioned. Chuck noticed a hint of jealousy in her voice.
He nodded, "That's right."
"Is she your best friend?"
"Yes, but don't tell my friend Nate that," he chuckled.
"Nate who?"
"Nate Archibald," he replied, not knowing why he was telling her all of this information.
"Is he married?" Laura asked hopefully.
"No but he's engaged to my step-sister Serena," he said. "Sorry kiddo."
"Don't call me that, I'm not a kid," she said strongly, a frown appearing on her face. Before Chuck had a chance to reply, the elevator doors then opened at level 11 and an elderly couple stepped in.
The woman looked surprised as she realized who Chuck was, "Mr Bass? What a pleasant surprise."
"It's not everyday you meet the owner of the hotel you're staying at in an elevator," the man added, reaching over and pressing the button for the ground floor. And down the elevator went again.
Laura gaped at Chuck, "You own this hotel?"
He nodded at her before turning back to the couple with a smile, "I trust that you're enjoying your stay?"
The woman nodded, "Oh very much. We just love New York."
"We're here for our 40th wedding anniversary," the man chimed in, putting his arm around his wife.
"Wow, 40 years," Chuck commented.
"He's married too," Laura jumped in, "Unfortunately. We were going to go out for dinner."
The couple laughed. "I think you have a little admirer Mr Bass," the woman smiled.
"Yes and I'm flattered but as I told her I'm very much in love with my wife," Chuck smiled. "You know what, as my anniversary gift to you, I want to shout you dinner at the hotel restaurant."
"Really?" the man asked in surprise as the elevator doors opened on the ground floor. They were back in the lobby where they had started from.
He nodded, "I'll make a call, order whatever you like."
"Thank you," the woman smiled. "That's very kind of you."
"My pleasure," Chuck replied. The couple thanked him once more before stepped out of the elevator, smiling happily. Chuck pulled out his phone and made a quick call to the restaurant, telling them to allow the couple to have whatever they wanted on the menu, plus whatever drinks they wanted on the house.
As he hung up the phone, Laura pouted at him, "You bought a couple of strangers dinner but you won't buy me dinner?"
"I don't think your parents would appreciate an absolute stranger taking their eight-year-old daughter to dinner," he told her. Seeing the glare on her face, he quickly added, "Not that there's anything wrong with being eight."
"And why didn't you tell me you owned this hotel?" she demanded.
"You never asked," Chuck smiled. "Look Laura, do you want to come have dinner with myself and Blair?"
"Really?" she exclaimed happily, a huge grin appearing on her face.
"If it's alright with your parents of course," he added.
"They don't care," she told him with a sad sigh. Chuck looked at her empathetically. He could relate to what this little girl had to deal with, having experienced the same thing growing up with Bart.
"I should still call and ask for their permission."
"Fine," Laura said, rummaging through her purse and pulling out a cell phone. She pressed a few buttons, then put the phone on speaker. After a few rings, a woman answered the phone sounding very pre-occupied. "Hi Mom."
"What do you want Laura?" she asked with a sigh. "I told you not to bother us tonight, your father and I are in an important dinner."
"I know, but I just wanted to tell you that Chuck and Blair Bass invited me over for dinner," she told them, giving Chuck a smile.
"Who?" her mother questioned her.
"Chuck owns the hotel," she explained. "I met him in the elevator."
"Do what you want okay?" she sighed in annoyance. "Just don't call again." And with that she hung up. Laura looked upset for a moment, before shutting her flip phone and discarding it in her bag.
Chuck just looked at her sadly, not knowing what to say. "Are you...okay?" he asked hesitantly as the elevator opened at yet another level.
She just shrugged, "I told you they wouldn't care."
He sighed, giving her a small smile and deciding to change the subject, "So what do you want for dinner? You're the guest so it's only right that you choose."
Laura thought for a moment before asking, "Can we have spaghetti?"
"Sure," he nodded with a grin, as the elevator finally ascended towards the penthouse. "I told you, it's your choice." They stood in silence for a few moments until the elevator opened yet again. "After you," Chuck said, gesturing for her to step into his penthouse apartment. She complied and he followed after her.
As they entered the living room, Blair looked up from her magazine from her seat on the lounge with a smile. When she saw who Chuck had with her, she gave him a confused look. "Chuck, you do realize you have a little girl with you?"
He nodded, giving his wife a quick kiss. "Blair, this is Laura."
She gave Chuck another strange look before smiling at the child hesitantly, "Hi Laura."
"Hi," she smiled, turning to Chuck. "She's really pretty Chuck Bass, I can see why you picked her over me."
Blair laughed, "What?"
Chuck turned red and he chuckled nervously, knowing that Blair was going to tease him about this later. "Uh Laura, why don't you go look at the room service menu? It's on the bench in the kitchen," he said, pointing her in the direction of the kitchen.
"Okay," she replied, before heading off to the kitchen happily.
When Laura was out of earshot, Blair turned to her husband with a quizzical look, "Care to explain?"
"I met her in the elevator on the way up here," Chuck started. "She started talking to me, asked me out-"
Blair giggled, "You got hit on by an 11-year-old?"
"She's eight actually," he corrected her.
"Really?" she asked in surprise. "She seems older."
"I know."
"Not old enough for you to be having an affair with Bass," Blair told him playfully.
He gave her a look, "That's disgusting. The point is, she seems like a pretty lonely kid. She's in therapy, her parents don't care what she does and she just wants some company."
She smiled at him sadly, reaching over to grab his hand, "You can relate, can't you?"
Chuck nodded, "Her parents seem as bad, if not worse than Bart was."
Blair leaned over and gave him a proper welcome home kiss. They had to be more discrete before since there was a minor in the room. As she pulled away from him, she smiled, "This is a really nice thing you're doing for this girl Chuck, but-"
"I knew there was a but."
She glared at him, "But are you sure her parents were okay with their daughter having dinner with a couple of strangers?"
"I told you, her parents didn't seem to care what she does," he replied.
"She's still someone else's child," Blair pointed out. "The last thing we need right now is to be arrested for kidnapping."
"Well I can't tell her to get out now," Chuck said. "I told her she could have dinner with us."
"I know what I want Chuck Bass!" a voice called out from behind them.
They turned to look at Laura, who was standing in the doorway holding the room service menu. "Okay, first of all just call me Chuck," he told her. "Secondly, I hope you've chosen a dessert. You can't have dinner without dessert."
"I was looking but I can't choose between a brownie or a piece of apple pie," Laura replied.
"Get both," Chuck said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
She smiled, "Thanks Chuck Ba- I mean Chuck."
"No problem," he said, turning back to Blair who was looking at him in awe.
"Chuck," Blair whispered with a smile, playing with his tie. "You're so sweet with her."
He smiled and replied softly, "We're not getting into the baby conversation again are we?"
"Well last time we talked about it, we agreed that we'd wait another year to have a baby, and it's been over a year..." she whispered back.
"We'll talk about this later," he murmered in her ear, before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Come on Laura, why don't you come watch TV with Blair while I order dinner?"
"Okay," Laura grinned, skipping over to them and planting herself down on the lounge.
I really don't know where this is going. I just had this idea so I went with it and this was the result. This will probably only be a maximum of two or three chapter by the way. Please review and tell me what you think.