Disclaimer/AN: I definitely still do not own anything. All of the characters and all that belongs to the show, Gossip Girl and I got nothin'. Now that I know what drabbles are (the whole 100 word count thing), I decided to give it a go. Let me know what you think!
Drabbles
Sometimes
Sometimes
she hates him because he makes it impossible to breathe. Even on a
warm beautiful day, she sees him and freezes. He looks at her from
across the lobby of the Palace and her brain forgets to tell her
lungs to inhale. She blames the shortness of breath on the lack of
oxygen rather than the doubled speed of her pumping heart. She hates
that he's messing with her health – physical only. The way he takes
up her air and dares to look in her direction is positively
infuriating. She hates that she only knows to hate him
sometimes.
Refusal
She never claimed to love him.
Except that one time, but it was only because his dad just died. No,
she refused to devote her life to a complete wreck. She just couldn't
see herself wasting any more time on someone who couldn't
appreciate her or her efforts. Just like the way she couldn't see
herself surrendering her talents to a school less than Yale. She
refused to believe that she can't find a handsome, loving man to
serve her dutifully and live in an ultra-chic apartment in New Haven,
attending her dad's alma mater. But life refuses her
refusals.
Speech
He doesn't have enough words to tell her
how he feels because he can hardly capture the big cloud of chemical
reactions that occur when she's near. Something about nerve cells
and testosterone, he's sure. Animal primal possessive instinct to
expel liquid and scent all over his property. That something human in
him that he didn't know was there that compels him to look her in
the eye when he is inside her. But she's human too and born to be
curious and wants proof, to hear and to know. So he kisses her, hard,
and hopes that she hears.
Magnetism
He had never had to try
so hard to push someone away. He was born a negative and so was
everyone else apparently because only science could explain the way
he repelled everyone out of his orbit. But she, who had been lurking
in the background forever making snide comments about how he lived
his life, picked up a completely different charge. She positively
stuck to him and even when a hand pulls her away, they always crash
back into each other, loud and hard. She's red and he's black and
they bend their shapes to find that they fit.
Sick
He
drinks so he can pee out his feelings later. The alcohol runs through
his veins and burns everything in its path until it all turns to
liquid ash, easily expelled into a urinal. The seven sins are nothing
against the likes of a few good bottles. But he's yet to find
anything strong enough to burn her out of his system. She spreads
like a tumor, brunette tendrils creeping from his pores and growing
into his limbs, clogging up veins and oxygen looking for that central
organ deep in his chest. He'll keep drinking until he finds a cure.