"Ouch!" A five year old Blair Waldorf yelled after getting hit in the back of the head with something freezing cold.

She quickly turned around to find a smirking Chuck Bass, holding a snow ball in his right hand.

Her lips started to quiver and tears began forming in her eyes. She turned back around and began walking away hurridly.

Chuck dropped the object in his hand and ran after Blair, the snow crunching under his tiny feet.

He didn't like to see Blair unhappy. Especially if he was the one to cause it.

"No, don't cry Blair Bear! I didn't mean to," He began apologetically. Chuck and her father were the only two people who addressed her with the childish nick name.

"I'm not crying!" She stated unconvincingly, "It's the weather, dummy. It's cold."

Chuck looked down with a slight frown. Then, before he knew it, was awaken with a snow ball hit right in his face.

Before he could look up, Blair was running away giggling.

"You're going to pay for that, Waldorf!" He began chasing her.

After what seemed like forever, he finally attacked her from behind, making them both fall into the snow laughing.

They laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breaths after the long run they had.

"My mommy is going to kill me for getting my outfit dirty. I look filthy," Blair finally said with a sigh, wiping as much snow off her jacket as she could.

"You look pretty," Chuck replied with honesty.

Out of everyone she knew: Serena, Nate, even her mother, Chuck was always the one to compliment her.

Even if she didn't deserve it. Even if she didn't understand why.

They laid there in silence for a few more minutes.

"What's your favorite season, Chuck?"

He contemplated this. It wasn't like he ever thought about it.

"What's yours?" He decided to ask.

"Summer," she replied without hesitation.

"Why does everyone like summer?" He rolled his eyes and looked to his side, watching her as she was thinking.

"It's warm. Besides, the summer has the sun. The sun is bright and cheerful, it makes people happy," she shrugged.

"Personally, I find summer bland. Same goes for the sun too."

"Fine, then what's your favorite season? I asked you first anyways," she said, snuggling closer into her winter coat.

"Winter," he decided.

"What? Why? No one likes winter," she said as if it were a fact.

"It's only because no one understands the real beauty of it. Winter has snow and snow is elegant, pure, and beautiful," he stated while staring at Blair.

She thought about this. He had a point.

"If Serena were a season, she'd be summer," Blair replied, thinking of her best friend whom always seemed to be better than her at everything.

"If you were a season, you'd be winter."

They both looked away from each other and up at the sky.

The snow began to fall like beautiful crystals, each one by one, until it got stronger and surrounded all around them.

Blair smiled like a fool at Chuck, reaching out her hands to catch the flakes, even for a second.

They both got up from their seat of snow and began running again, twirling and spinning together in the magical atmosphere.

It's only because no one understands the real beauty of it. Winter has snow and snow is elegant, pure, and beautiful. If you were a season, you'd be winter.

So maybe winter wasn't that bad after all.