Short Drabbles based on some of the iTunes top 10
Firflies
Blair tossed and turned in her bed, the 400 thread count sheets running across her legs. She couldn't sleep, not tonight. Not any night this week. Not since Chuck had told her he loved her. It kept her awake every night, thinking of the way that he said it, how it made her feel like flying and dancing and going crazy. It kind of flipped over the world as she knew it, turning her crazy perfect life into this place where she could be who she wanted, but still be loved. She never felt like this with Nate, and now she could feel it with Chuck. Forever. She flipped out of bed. Who needed sleep when your boyfriend was only a taxi ride away? She put on a pair of high heels, and ,still wearing her nightgown, left the room, intent on having a magical night with her boyfriend.
Tik Tok
Serena rolled out of bed, and instantly felt a pounding headache. Last night's party came rushing back to her, a whirl of physcadelic lights and cosmos. Lots of cosmos. Her and Blair had gone out, and even though Blair promised not to let her get too drunk, it looked like that plan had failed. All she remembered was dancing with every guy there, hot or not, and strutting across the bar without her shoes on. But tonight would be a quiet night in, to try to combat her pounding head. Serena grabbed her cell phone to text Blair and saw she had a text from Papi. "PARTY THAT NEW CLUB IN BRKLYN. INTRESTED??" Serena smiled. There was no such thing as too much partying, right?
Replay
Chuck swallowed the rest of the glass of scotch, relishing the feeling of the burn in his throat. He looked up from his new business proposal and to his right, where Blair was sleeping on his bed. He smiled, unable to help himself, at the way she looked, innocent but still the girl he loved, the only person in the world that he would do anything for. Before her, he was booze and strippers, and she changed him. Whenever he got away from her, she always ended up catching up with him, the way she kissed, hungrily but still soft, and the way her brow furrowed when she was angry. She wasn't like a drug he was addicted to, she was better. She was like air to him. And that why he kept coming back, and always would.