"Blair Waldorf calling from Monaco; what happened to our email discourse?" He doesn't let her say hello.
"It is no fun to question your arguments through e-mail. I figured I'd revel in the fact that you'd be rendered speechless by the lack of proper refutes to my genius observations." Hello's are not that important.
"Always full of yourself, Waldorf." He shakes his head and suppresses a laugh.
"You underestimate me, Humphrey." She smiles to herself.
"It's Tuesday." She says as she answers her phone.
"So?" He sounds tired.
"We only watch movies on Mondays." She tries sounding annoyed.
"Meaning I can't initiate a conversation with you any other day?" She notices the exasperation in his voice. "I did not realize I could only call you on Mondays." He hangs up. She sighs.
"It's Saturday." He says.
"You didn't call yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before..." She says disappointedly.
"We only watch movies on Mondays." He says, matter-of-factly.
"Only one of us can be a bitch here, Humphrey."
"Fine. You can have your throne back, Queen B." Laughter.
"Look who finally came to his senses." Silence.
"Dropped my phone in the toilet." She reads his e-mail, mental images abound.
"That's disgusting… how are we going to talk then?" She replies less than 3 minutes after.
"Skype? Or just e-mail. That could work." She calls his Skype.
"That was fast." He says without saying hello and smiles upon seeing her face on his screen.
"I was bored." She fiddles with her hair.
"You just probably miss me." He throws her a big grin.
"You wish." She rolls her eyes. He chuckles.
"I know." He sticks his tongue out. She glares.
"Have you read 'Inside'?" She calls as soon as he sent her his new number.
"Never heard of." He gulps. This is bad.
"It's a good book. New author, I think. You should read it." She encourages.
"I think I'll pass." He sighs. He was not looking forward to this moment.
"You don't have to lie to me, Humphrey. I know." A hint of confusion and disappointment in her voice.
"Then I might have to kill these feelings before they start to kill me." He says sadly.
"You're still going to be there, right?" She sends out an e-mail.
"Only if you want me to be..." He replies.
"You might be right." She responds almost immediately.
"About what?" He answers, confused.
"I just probably miss you." He smiles after reading but doesn't reply.
"I'm watching Children of Paradise." He tells her over the phone.
"I'll watch with you." She says. It's not Monday.