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Chuck Bass. 2 years ago, that name would have signified drugs, alcohol, money, and prostitutes. He was known throughout New York as a lost teenager that no one could depend on. He was thought of as a jerk and womanizer. 2 years ago he wasn't taken seriously by anyone. His one true friend was Nate Archibald and he had slept with many women. 2 years ago, I would have never even considered Chuck Bass as someone I would want to be in a relationship with.
Chuck Bass. Today, that name signifies still signifies money, but in a better way. He is the CEO of Bass Industries and is doing a wonderful job. He is now known as someone you can depend on and someone who has found himself. He is now a one woman man and has a romantic and compassionate side to him. Now, he is taken seriously by everyone and he is truly dedicated to his job. He has closer friends and he is in the middle of a very serious relationship. Today, I love Chuck Bartholomew Bass and want to spend the rest of my life with him.
Chuck is asleep, and I don't have the heart to wake him. As we lay together side by side, facing each other, I can't help but notice how, unmistakably handsome he is. His hair was tousled due to his tendency to toss and turn during the night, which made him look even more handsome. His arm was lazily on my waist and his other arm bent on his pillow.
If I had to list all the things I love about Chuck Bass it could take me all day. I love the way he said my name, I love how jealous he gets when other guys talk to me, I love how when we walk down the street he never lets go of me; as if I'm a child and if he lets go I'll run away. I love how his hair feels in my hands, I love how he never sugarcoats the truth, I love how he treats me like I'm priceless, I love that he loves me.
I smile and can't help but put my hand lightly on his cheek. Almost as an instant reflex, he moves closer to me. He leans on his bent arm. I stroke his cheek and trace his entire face. It brings back memories to the night he had come to me broken after Bart's death. I remember how lost and broken he was those months after the death. He had almost killed himself several times during those few months. Whether it was drugs, alcohol or even almost jumping off the roof at Victrola; he was so unaware of how much he was hurting her. I love him so much it hurts to see him in such pain. The hand I had on his cheek began to shake. My eyes are welling up with tears.
I then close the distance between us. I snuggle up to him as close as I could. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me. I lean my head against his chest only to hear his steady heart beat. I sighed a sigh of relief.
He woke up. "Blair? Is something wrong?" He rubbed my back.
"No. I'm just happy you're alive." I smile.
He chuckled and held me closer. "Alright. I'll take it. He kissed my forehead. And we fell back asleep.
