Hey everyone! this is my first story and i just wanted to see what everyone thought. It is basically a series of one-shots about Chuck and Blair's thoughts through the series, and about how their feelings for each other change. I'm sooo sorry if there are any spell/grammer mistakes but I didn't have anyone to beta this.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. :(

"Nathanial!" I state as my friend walks by, girlfriend in tow, "Wanna get some 'fresh' air?" I ask while he is being dragged towards the stairs, by a very determined looking Blair.

"When I get back?" Nate asks apologetically as he beings his ascent up the stairs towards Blair's room. As if they really think I don't know what Blair has planned up there.

"If he gets back!" Blair corrects him as her deep chocolate eyes sparkle mischievously walking up the stairs after a very reluctant looking Nate.

Damn! I can't help but think about how much I love those deep brown eyes of hers. Every time I see her I can't help but wondering if Nate was just fucked up in the head as a child, not to care about his flawless girlfriend. Well, knowing Anne Archibald, there is a high chance that she popped some pills for him as a child just to stop the crying.

Fuck it I think to myself as an unknown feeling creeps into my gut as I think about Nate's disregard for Blair at the Shepherd Wedding. I keep waiting for him to be a man and tell Blair what happened, but he's been being a pussy and kept his mouth shut. I should just keep my mouth shut and be happy that my best friend is finally going to get some from his gorgeous girlfriend.

But now that I think about it, it is probably best that he has not said anything. If Blair ever finds out, we are all in for bitch fest '07 and I really don't think the UES would be able to take it. After all "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Though I have to say, it would be entertaining. Blair can be an even bigger bitch than I am, when she wants to.

But still, I can't help but think to myself that Blair deserves better than Nate… Someone more like her… Someone that actually understands her…Someone who knows all about how she empties her stomach whenever she feels inadequate…Someone who….

Ugh I stop these thoughts by drowning my fourth scotch since this insipid party began. Those thoughts will lead me down a dangerous path. I am not willing to go there, with anyone. After all, I'm Chuck Bass, the womanizer of the UES. I had even more woman than I can remember all faceless, nameless pieces of ass. The more I think about it, the more I realize how alike Blair and I really are. Both of us have parents who wish we were more. Both of us on or way to self-destruction. She tries to make herself lovable by throwing up; I try to forget about my own pain in a blur of women and alcohol.

"Oh my God! You'll never believe what's on Gossip Girl!"

"Someone saw Serena getting off the train at Grand Central!" The annoying voices of Blair's counterparts break through my musings.

"Good, things were getting a little dull around here." So, the prodigal daughter has finally returned….

Just soon as this news is out, Nate almost runs down the stairs in his search for Serena. Soon following after is Blair herself, looking disheveled and disappointed. I can't help the relief that floods my system in knowing that the two of them were interrupted before they got very far…

Fuck it all! Thinking about my best friends girl…I think I'm going to need another scotch.

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