Chapter 1

AN: Hello! This is my first try on writing CB fics, and just so you know, I'm not new in this fandom. I've been lurking around for the past years, content just by reading on ffnet. So if any of you noticed me as the one who favorite/alert your stories but never left a single review, I plead guilty. Hope you guys like this story, and I really appreciate it if one of you would want to be my Beta? Lord knows I really need to improve my grammar, widen my vocabs, or maybe give me some cultural hints about NYC. :)

It's rated K/T for now, but I planned on making it M in a long loooonggg waaay later.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Do you remember the day we first met?

Innocent smiles filled with Sauvignon Blanc
My submission to you without reason
Sometimes, our strong clashes
When separation became our fate-like reality, my last wrath

Big Bang – Love Dust

A toddler Chuck Bass was bored. None of his toys was interesting enough to play with anymore. His nanny, who was a very shy, awfully quiet, kinda nerdy 19 year old girl, was an extremely boring person to be with. He could make her fired with a snap of his fingers (she is so easy to manipulate), but this one always listened to his every word, so little Chuck Bass too a mercy on her and might just keeping her for a little while.

So he told her that he wanted to go to the park. Not that he wanted to see someone—he didn't really have any friends anyway—but he did catch a habit of watching other people. He often did this on his father who rarely talk, let alone have a conversation with his only son. But everytime his father home, Chuck Bass would watch how his father walked (the way he always held his head high like everyone else was inferior to him), talked (how he kept his tone even all the time, and when to emphasize to certain words), or trying to decipher what emotions his father stares hold. And oh, did he excel on this. Having been watched the most difficult man for the first years of his life making Chuck Bass an expert on reading expressions.

After demanding a double scoop of ice cream from The Palace's chef, little Chuck strolled to the park. His nanny following after him, keeping a good distance so she could watched him but also easily reached him when needed. He never let his nannies hold his hand, let alone guiding him on where he could or could not go. It's not like he's going anywhere far away from Manhattan, or get lost, or kidnapped (Lord knows how many enemies his father has), but he knew that his father's PI always watching him like a hawk, so he figured that he would be safe eventually.

It's a typical weekend in the park today. Chuck Bass skipped through the park and went right to the children playground. Of course he wouldn't play in the sand with the other kids, he's not interested in getting his hands and feet dirty, who know what's in those sands (might be a mix of dog pups and baby's pee). It's the parents that he liked to watch. With their amusing ways they tried to control their children (which is mostly unlikely). And none of them compared to his father. Sometimes he wished just one of them who would act like his father, just so that he could learn how to deal with him. But no such luck. The other parents he saw were either too loving they cooed to every single little thing the children said, or too overwhelmed they didn't know what to do.

A girl shrieked breaks him out of his thoughts. Just a few feet away, he saw a bigger boy bumped into a girl who dressed like a princess. Chuck smirked. Who in the world would go to the playground dressed like that?

"My shoes!" the girl stomped furiously. The boy snickered and muttered 'sorry' very unapologetically then ran, leaving the girl gaping with her maid trying to fix her shoes.

To say that Chuck was amused with the scene is understated. He expected the girl to go to her parents reporting the incident or just crying right there. Most of the girls always do. That's why he thought that they were the most annoying creature in the world. They're so easily cry and their high-pitched note were very deafening.

It's too bad that this girl was actually pretty, he thought.

Her chocolate curls tucked neatly behind her red headband, stuffed with little butterflies scattered all around. Her dark hair contrasted with her pale face, with her big doe eyes and pink pouty lips, make her looked like a porcelain doll. Her red dress matched with her headband, complete with red ballet shoes over white tights on her dainty little feet. It would be such a waste to ruin such perfection by cracked tears.

Much to his surprise though, the girl now glaring at him, Chuck Bass, and it seemed like that she knew that he watched the whole scene. She just huffed, stuck her tongue out to him, and flipped her hair away.

Chuckling to her antics, he saw her walking towards the duck pond. Curious, he decided to follow her for a while, wondering if her parents were there. Chuck wasn't very fond of ducks, or any animals for that matter, so he rarely came to this side of the park. From afar, he saw the girl running towards a couple—so he was right, must be her parents. Her father embraced her happily, picking her up to the air, making her giggle. Chuck frowned. Is it really the same girl earlier? Her mood seemed to change as easily as she flipped her hand.

It made him even more curious. Sure this girl would tell her parents, right? Every princess-wanna-be like her always do. He just has to wait.

And he did wait. But even after her father set her down and the happy family feed the ducks together, the happy face still plastered all over her face. Okay. Chuck tried to accept the possibility that this girl might be different from all the other girls he ever saw.

As the parents seemed to be in a deep conversation and slowly leaving her and her maid, Chuck tried to approach her. As he got just a few steps away from her, suddenly she looked up to him, and the happy face immediately wiped out into something else—annoyed.

"Stalking much?"

Chuck blinked. The girl talked to him. And she didn't even look surprised; it looked like she had expected him to come. Smirking, Chuck tried to dismiss any hint that she had caught him off guard. The girl narrowed her eyes.

"Are you always assumed that everyone who came here intended to stalk you?"

Huffing, she replied. "I saw you earlier in the playground. And I know you've been watching me since then."

"And who told you that, Princess?"

She frowned. "Dorota did. Right, Dorota?" she said, turning to her maid with a look oh-so-innocent combined with a glare that blatantly said don't-you-dare.

That look resulting with the maid nervously complied. "Yes, Miss Blair. I've been watching him since then."

Wow. The girl really was something.

Satisfied, she smiled triumphantly at Chuck. "Now, why are stalking me?"

"On contrary believe, Princess, I didn't stalk you. I simply just having a leisured walk and enjoy my ice cream. Besides, I do think that everyone could come here, right, Princess?"

"Ugh." The girl walked past him towards her parents, "Fine. I hope you enjoy the ducks. And the ice cream," she said while rolling her eyes.

"Leaving so soon, Princess?"

She stopped, and turned to him again. "Stop calling me Princess. It sounds disgusting coming out from your mouth."

Chuck grinned wider, "Oh really? Too bad. I thought you would want some of my ice cream, Princess. I wouldn't mind sharing."

"Ew!" Her face now looked genuinely disgusted, "I would never ever ever eat a shared ice cream. Especially not with a stranger like you! Ew!"

"Are you sure? It's really good… the best in town…"

She took the hint. "Is it…? The Palace? But they don't—"

"Apparently they do," Chuck raised his ice cream like it was a glass of champagne, "Especially if it's a special request from the owner."

Her jaw hanging open. "No way."

Now it's his turn to smirk triumphantly. He licked his ice cream slowly, enjoying every second he could make her watching him torturously.

She stomped indignantly, determined to leave the creepy boy alone. Stupid boy with an ice cream. She could make her Dad order one for her. But her mother would be disagreeing, afraid that she would ruin her dress. It's her favorite dress anyway… She looked back and the stupid boy still smirking at her. Is it forever plastered on his face?!

Then she saw it. Behind the boy, a few feet away she saw some other boys were running down the path to them. Hey, isn't that…

Chuck knew there's something suspicious when all of a sudden the girl was smiling at him. Or something behind him. He turned his back, where the girl was looking, and sure he could see the boys. One of them running right into them, and Chuck realized it's the boy who bumped into her earlier. But he was not that close, so Chuck still could take a few steps back so the boy wouldn't run right into him. He was still wondering what is it that made her smile, surely she didn't thought—

"Oh, hey watch out!" The girl screamed at him, and he could feel someone pushed him from the back, right when the boy was in front of him. His ice cream slipped out of his grasp and spluttered all over the other boy's face.

It was happened so fast, he was still trying to register what was happened and examined if his clothes were ruined.

"What the—!" the other boy's face turned red, ready to lounge on Chuck when suddenly the girl was already right beside him.

"Hey!" She yelled at the boy, and then turned to Chuck. "Oh my God… are you okay?"

He looked at her and surely, he found her trying to look after him, but her eyes, they're smiling victoriously.

"Oh no… your ice cream! What a waste…"

Chuck stared incredulously at her. Realization hit him like a thunder.

The girl now looked at the other boy, as if she just realized who he was.

"You!" She pointed at him accusingly, "You're the one who bumped into me earlier! Geez… are you blind? Look what have you done!"

"Oh shut up! Look what he'd done!" the boy pointed to Chuck.

Suddenly her father came out of nowhere, looking frantic. "What happened, Blair?" The girl ran towards him immediately. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Daddy," she cooed. "But look, that boy bumped into me earlier, and now he bumped into my new friend! Look, his ice cream was everywhere! And he didn't even say sorry!" she pointed to the boy again accusingly.

"You little—"

"Watch your mouth, kid," her father glared at him, earning another smile from Blair. "You better get out of here before you get yourself into more trouble."

"But—"

"I'd listen to him if I were you," Chuck said to the boy.

The boy saw red. Once again, he tried to lounge himself to Chuck, but her father easily grabbed him by the collar and pushed him away from Chuck.

"That's it, kid. Go now before I call the security."

The boy still a little bit reluctant, but after another glare from her father, finally he relented. He walked away from the man, grumbling loudly.

Her father now squatted before Chuck so he would be on eye level with him. "Now, are you okay, little young man?"

Chuck was stunned because this is the first time an adult regarding him like a man. The way he always wanted to be. He quickly collected his composure and mustered up his charms like he always do. "Yes, thank you, Sir."

"Good," the man nodded. "Now, where can we found your parents?"

"I'm not here with my parents, Sir. I came here with my nanny," which is made him realized, where is she?

"Mr. Bass!"

Right on cue, his nanny was suddenly running towards him, followed by two securities. Chuck was amused. The girl couldn't contain her giggles, while her father stood up looking concerned.

"Mr. Bass!" His nanny squatting in front of him, determined to find any damage on him. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Oh my God, he's going to kill me! Oh my God!"

"It's okay, young lady," her father tried to calm her. "He is fine. I've made that boy go before he did anything."

"Oh my God, thank you, Sir! Thank you so much, Sir!" she was shrieking hysterically. "My life was officially over if there's even a scratch on young Mr. Bass," she turned her attention back to Chuck. "Are you sure you're alright? Should we go to the doctor?"

"I assure you, I'm alright. Now calm down, and I'll make sure my father won't do anything to you," Chuck stated calmly.

"Oh, thank you, Sir! Thank you!"

"I see the problem had already solved?" One of the securities asked.

Her father regarded him politely, "Yes. I believe it is. Thank you for your consideration."

"You're welcome, Sir."

After the securities gone, her father regarded Chuck once again. "Are you Bart Bass's son?"

Chuck smiled. Of course. Who wouldn't know his father? "Why, yes, Sir. I'm Charles Bass," he took his hand out which was accepted by the older man.

"I'm Harold Waldorf. And this is my only daughter, Blair."

"Blair," she said curtly.

"Charles. Or you could call me Chuck." He turned his attention back to her father and like a true billionaire son, he politely asked, "Are you happened to be the owner of Waldorf Design, Sir?"

"Oh, no. It was my wife, Eleanor. She was here earlier, but she has to go immediately."

"Ah… I see," Chuck nodded. "And if I may ask, how did you know my father, Sir?"

Harold smiled warmly, "I happened on helping a few cases for him. But it was some times ago."

"Hmm… so you are a lawyer."

Harold tapped Chuck's shoulder with his right hand. "That's right. You are a very smart and charming young man, Charles. Bart must be very proud of you."

Instead, Chuck's body turned cold of the statement. If only it was that easy to make him proud… But Chuck keep the smile plastered anyway.

"Daddy?" Blair tugged her father sleeve.

"Yes, Blair-bear?"

Blair glanced at Chuck, who was smirking knowingly, making her blush furiously. "Is it true, that he owned The Palace?"

"Well, of course, Princess. You know The Palace was owned by The Basses, right?"

Blair nodded. "So the ice cream…"

"Oh," Harold seemed just realized, "Is it from The Palace?" he asked to Chuck.

"Yes, Sir. But it's okay, I could always asked the chef to make me one."

"That's nonsense. Here. Let me treat you one."

"But, Sir—"

"Humor an old man, would you, Charles? Besides, my daughter had been asking for it for days now. It would be rude to make you paid for her, right?"

"Well, since I was never paid for it anyway, it would be impolite of me to let you treat me, Sir—"

"Come on, Charles. I insist," Harold cut him off softly. "Now, shall we?"

Blair smiled obligingly like a perfect little girl her father thought she is. If only he knew… Chuck thought amusingly. She gripped her father's hand tightly, while Chuck slowly catching up right on her other side. When he was close enough, he whispered to her ear.

"You pushed me."

Her shoulder visibly tensed for a second, then she smiled innocently at him. "I did not. I was merely trying to alert you," she whispered back.

"Really?" he challenged, "Should we ask your Dorota about it?"

Blair glanced briefly to Dorota who walked with his nanny a few steps behind. Confidently, she assured him, "She would said that I did nothing."

Chuck raised his eyebrows. "Of course. What a shame, really. If you wanted that ice cream so bad, all you have to do was ask, Princess…"

"It's not about the ice cream, Chuck."

"Believe me. I know. You wanted to get a revenge on that boy."

"Exactly."

"So you're admitting that you pushed me?"

"What? No!" Blair glanced at her father who was now busy talking to the phone, then angrily hissed to Chuck. "I did not push you!" she said stomping her cute little feet to the ground.

"But you just did."

"I'm not!"

Chuck just smirked all the way to The Palace. He absolutely was going to enjoy the enraged little Princess from now on.