Bass

Gossip Girl 4.0 Blast: Lilly Having Trouble Fishing In Her Pond

Spotted in daddy's bar, a one Miss Lilly Bass. With a tissue in hand and a half full martini, we take it Miss Bass's drink date with one Archibald did not go as well as planned. Like mother like daughter, huh L? Can't reel in your boy just yet? Go home to momma and take a page from her game book.

A petite brunette sat on a barstool, reading her tiny blackberry. She wore a plaid uniform skirt, a fitted jacket, and her red Michael Kors purse matched her headband that held her dark curls from her face. She glanced around the bar quickly, looking to see if she noticed anyone from Constance or St. Jude's. It would be her civil duty to publicly punish whoever sent out the tip to G.G4. No one fell onto her list of subjects though. Lilly Bass grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

On her way out, she noticed a dark head of curls hurry into a town car. She squinted through her designer shades, and instantly recognized the head. Dillon Baizen's town car sped off down the road, and Lilly sneered as she climbed into her own car. Of course Baizen was behind this, the jealous bastard. He wouldn't give her the happiness she desired. Cameron Archibald had sulked away from Lilly because of some anonymous text message that had been the answer to his question. Did she really love him? God, Lilly was glad she didn't have to answer Cameron; his face mimicked a puppy dog.

Lilly had been asking herself the same question since the Constance/St. Jude's Back to School Ball, when she made the mistake of following Dillon up the stair case. Why did she do that to herself? For the past three months now, she's been carrying the weight of that dirty little secret with her. She had been pushing Cameron away, which really wasn't a problem at first because he never seemed to care anyways. But now, something in Cameron had awoken and he was very gun-ho about their relationship. Lilly had no idea how to handle it. Tell Cameron, "Sorry but I let Dillon take my virginity upstairs after we fought on the dance floor. Then I fooled around with him for a few weeks. I'm sorry, I know you two are friends. I don't know what I was thinking."

Lilly reprimanded herself daily for what she did. But Dillon had been alluring, in his tux and with the one white rose. He had all the romance and was willing to give it to her. Cameron didn't offer that. He had been so preoccupied with the rest of the girls on the dance floor. Dillon seemed to only have eyes for Lilly, and no one had ever looked at her like that. Of course, in the back of Lilly's mind, she knew he looked at every girl that way. Dillon Baizen was her generation's version of Chuck Bass, her father. Everyone always compared the two.

Everyone knew Dillon's story. His dad left him with his grandparents, who were old already because Carter Baizen had worn them out when he was a teenager. Now they were left with a new baby boy. At least this one accepted his wealth. He was just a bit too curious and promiscuous for his own good. If Dillon wasn't manipulating some girl into his bed or town car, then he was scheming with the rest of the group. How he ended up in the mix with Lilly Bass, Cameron Archibald, Preston and Preslie Humphrey, and Ava Van der Woodsen; no one knows. Lilly was the daughter of Chuck and Blair. Blair was best friends with Serena Humphrey, the twins mother, and Chuck was her stepbrother. Chuck was best friends with Nathaniel Archibald, father of Cameron, and he was brother in law to Serena since he married Jenny Humphrey. Ava was Eric Van der Woodsen's adopted daughter, Eric being Serena's brother, Chuck's stepbrother, and Jenny's best friend. The children's tie ran deep. They were either best friends or cousins, but really what was the difference?

Where Dillon fell into play, Cameron's childhood playground friend? He had just always been there, and was welcomed by everyone's family because no one should be blamed for what their parents did. Especially if the kid's parents were the notorious "it" kids from Constance and St. Jude's; a queen B, player, pothead, it-girl, original Gossip Girl, little J, first openly gay student at St. Jude's: need they say no more. Dillon was welcomed and everything for everyone fell in place.

Lilly had become the queen B of Constance, stepping into her mother's Louis Vuitton pumps with pride. Cameron became his father, lost in his weed haze, and the claimed boy of Lilly bass. Preston and Preslie lived up to their father's expectations, always working for what they wanted, but they were partiers like their mother. Ava was just Ava, she was quiet but loud, and she made her mark when she needed to. Dillon was the bad boy kid, he was the notorious player now, and everyone knew it. Especially Lilly Bass, she knew better than anyone.

Yet, she saw something in Dillon. Something hidden away from everyone else. Like when Dillon kissed her, Lilly had never been kissed like that, but it seemed like Dillon had never been kissed that way either. It was unexplainable and it tortured Lilly, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the damn boy. He smirked at her in the hallway, or winked when he saw her on the sidewalk. Dillon would bump into in line for yogurt or send her a provocative text message that drove her crazy. Dillon Baizen was under her skin.

Lilly's phone trilled in her hand, she jumped in her seat. The caller ID read: Henry Bass.

"Big brother," Lilly answered.

"Sister," Henry replied curtly.

Lilly rolled her eyes. Henry loved to play as if the idea of having a little sister irritated him. However, since he began college at Columbia, and decided to live on campus, Lilly was getting phone calls from him left and right. She was his baby sister, five years younger, and he had adored her since day one.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure?" Lilly asked.

"I saw the blast sis," Henry started, "what's going on."

"Why do you read gossip girl?"

"To keep tabs on my dearest little sis," Lilly could imagine the smirk growing on Henry's face, "someone has to."

"As if our parents don't do a good enough job of that," Lilly scoffed.

"Well obviously not, if they don't know about Dillon yet."

Lilly gasped, hearing someone else say it made it more realistic and made her sick to her stomach. Henry had been the first one she told after it happened. She took a cab to his apartment right after, cried on his couch, and he bought her a personal gallon of her favorite gelato.

"He's gotten to you hasn't he?" Henry asked. He knew her too well. "Maybe you should talk to mom about this, she would know what to do."

"Henry," Lilly stated, "I am not talking to mother."

"Oh please," Henry scoffed, "she has experience in this stuff, don't you think?"

"Not the same brother," Lilly sighed.

"Oh really," Henry started, "you cheated on your Archibald boyfriend with a bad boy, and now he's all you can think about. . ."

"Shut up Henry," Lilly growled, "if we want to compare ourselves to our parents, how was the latest girl to grace your bed?"

Henry chuckled to himself. Just like his daddy, Henry was a man of many women.

"It was the couch."

Lilly scrunched her face up in disgust as she exited the car and walked up the stairs to the Bass town house. Dorota greeted her at the door, curiosity in her eyes as she stared at Lilly's face. Henry continued to discuss his latest conquest, describing her physique. A down fall of being close with her brother, he listened to Lilly's troubles and she had to listen to her brother's sex tales.

While Henry described how he caught his prey, Lilly entered the study. Chuck Bass sat at his desk, nose deep in some kind of paperwork. Blair Bass was holding different material pieces up together, designing something new. This was always Lilly's favorite place to be. In the study while her parents worked. When she and Henry were younger, they would sit at their own little desks, Henry doing homework and Lilly coloring. The walls behind Chuck were still plastered with the artistic musings of Lilly's six year old self. A lot of rainbows, headbands designs, and 'I Love My Daddy' colorings.

Blair looked away from her patterns and smiled at her daughter. Lilly still wore a pinched face as her brother continued on about the girl from the dining hall. Lilly walked over to the large chair by the window and settled in, making disgusted noises at her brother. Chuck finally tore himself away to acknowledge his baby girl. She smiled widely a her father and he smiled back.

"Who are you on the phone with?" Blair asked.

Henry stopped mid-sentence. Lilly breathed a sigh of relief, he was about at the climax of his story. Covering the mouth piece of her phone, Lilly whispered Henry's name towards her mother. Blair smiled in delight and stood up.

"Is that mother?" Henry asked.

"Dorota," Lilly lied.

Henry started back to his tale and Blair walked over to Lilly. Blair's hand reached out and Lilly handed her the phone, a grin growing on her face. Blair held the phone to her ear for about a millisecond before she shrieked. Chuck's head shot up and Lilly giggled.

"Henry Nathaniel Bass," Blair scolded, "I don't ever want to hear you speak about that again!"

Chuck stared at his wife, and then at his daughter who seemed to be having a giggle fit. Lilly looked smug in the large chair that seemed to swallow her. How she looked so much like her mother. From day one, Chuck knew that she would be a stunner. From her dark brown eyes, pale complexion, dark curls, and petite frame; Chuck was against letting her leave the house in anything that didn't cover every inch of her skin. Lilly was the spitting image of seventeen year old Blair, and Chuck knew that there was some boy out there who thought thoughts about his Lilly that Chuck had once thought about Blair.

But Chuck had to believe in his parenting. He wouldn't let some Chuck Bass type near his baby girl, never. He treated her like the princess she was and she taught her to expect no less from any man. He could deal with Cameron Archibald, the boy was just like his father. As respectful as he was, Chuck knew he was most likely stoned and that he was completely detached from Lilly. Awful as it sounded, that his daughter probably had the same kind of monotonous relationship that Blair had with Nate, the one that was boring and meaningless, Chuck didn't mind. He wanted his princess to be happy, but for now he could live with her unhappy high school relationship if it meant she wasn't with some playboy.

"Come visit soon darling," Blair cooed as the phone conversation came to an end.

Blair handed Lilly back the small phone and Lilly smirked.

"It's your sweet Lilly," she teased. She could hear Henry's frustration.

"I hate you darling little sister," Henry seethed.

"Text me soon," Lilly smirked, "love you too."

Lilly clicked the END button on her phone and smiled to herself. Satisfied with her scheme, Lilly settled into the big chair. For a moment she felt her father's eyes on her as she scrolled through her emails on her phone. Sometimes she felt his eyes on her, and she wondered what he as thinking. Once she had asked her mother why her father always stared at her, or Henry, or her mother. Blair had responded with a smile. He's admiring what he never thought he would have.

It was always evident that Lilly's parents were in love, and that they were even in love with their family. The couple always seemed happy, and if they fought, which was rare, all would be better in the morning. Lilly's father often would get lost while staring at her mother, and vice versa. They always just seemed inevitable. And both Henry and Lilly had heard their love story a time or two. At first it was the PG version, they fell in love but then lost each other. As they got older, the kids heard the whole story, in bits and pieces.

Basically everything about Chuck and Blair, as inevitable as they were, was wrong. How they got together, each and every time. How they remained together sometimes. The wrongs each other had done. And then their romantic, speedy wedding was even done for a certain purpose. Henry and Lilly could care less about their dead grandfather, and how it happened. The kids loved their parents. Lilly loved the love her parents had, and she strived for it.

Lilly wanted someone to look at her the way her father looked at her mother. Lilly wanted to be treated like a queen. She wanted someone to fall head over heels for her. Ready to do what will make her happy, even if it makes them unhappy. Was that selfish? Lilly didn't think so.

Dillon Baizen: How is my good girl gone bad?

Dillon's text had startled Lilly, and everyone in the room. She read it quickly, a smiling growing on her face.

Dillon Baizen: I have a present for you, meet me?

Lilly Bass: Where?

Dillon Baizen: Your bedroom silly girl. . .

Lilly felt herself blush. She hoped her father hadn't seen her right then. He was nosy, especially when it came to her feelings. Dillon was in her room? How? Her father had purposely placed her bedroom on the top floor, no one could sneak in or out, and it was too high to climb in to. How did he get into her bedroom?

Lilly Bass: Be right up. . .

Lilly straightened her headband, and stood quickly. She grabbed her purse and rushed out of the room.

"Lilly Eleanor," Chuck called.

Lilly stopped dead in her tracks. She cursed under her breath and turned back towards the study. Slowly she approached her father.

"Where are you off too?" Chuck asked.

"My bedroom," she replied sweetly.

"Why so quickly?" Blair chimed in.

"Phone is dying," Lilly replied.

Chuck smiled at his daughter and she smiled back. Lilly leaned towards her father's cheek and kissed him. She hurried to her mother's side and planted a swift kiss on her cheek as well. Then she hurried upstairs to her room.

She slowed her pace before she entered her bedroom. The door was cracked the slightest bit and Lilly had to force herself to quit heaving and take slow breaths. Lilly pushed the door open and slid in. On her bed, his legs crossed and his dark hair neatly combed back, was Dillon Baizen. He smirked at her and Lilly flushed.