'Your the nicest boy I've ever met Chuck Bass, that's all nice and well but don't take it as a compliment all it does for you is make you into one big wuss. Just to let you know I edited that for content.'
It was a slap in the face (wake the hell up and become the man you were meant to be) a wake up call to the ten year-old who spent his days playing dress-up (with the girl that could kick his ass and hand it back to him on a silver platter) and spent the rest of it hoping he didn't fade away.
She (who left years and years ago, when I still was the wuss version of myself) made me what I am today, so don't blame Chuck Bass for being Chuck Bass blame his childhood sweet-heart, my first love.
(sadly for me, not my only)
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'you disgust me'
It was just another day on the Chuck and Blair roller coaster (that she was trying so hard to get off of and I was trying to make it go faster until it came crashing down) and it wasn't coming to a stop anytime soon.
"Mr. Bass a one Miss Holly Black is here to see you, shall I let her in?"
All traces of Blair, colored scarfs and Chuck Bass left my mind at her name. Holly freaking Black, love number one and the holder of the hand that shaped me into what I am today.
"Yes, let her in. (LET HER IN NOW!)"
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"Your mother is the goddess of cooking, these are the BEST cookies I've ever had in my life. My dads many wives are just there for show and can't cook a thing, but if they try it I have to eat it. Ugh."
It was a sunny day in the upper-east side (before drama was a word that we knew and girls were best friends not a name on a long, long list) after day of being pushed aside for the model of the week or a business trip 'that could not wait'.
"I think she makes them extra good so my dad wants them even more then usual and of course she never lets him have one, she hates him (like a wife of a cheater should) more then I hate Serena Vader-Woodson, her highness."
The same childish hate boiled in my stomach mixing with undigested cookies and chocolate milk (I say that then about my sister dear it doesn't mean I like her even more then I did back then) because at this time and place there was only women in my heart and she was sitting next to me.
"I like you more then her, Holly, a lot more."
"I know, Bass, I know."
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"Holly?"
It was hard (so bloody freaking hard!) to keep myself under control, which over the years was the easiest to do, to stop myself from running, sprinting or jumping on her, her face was there in my memory in all of its childish glory.
"Can this be the infamous Chuck Bass? Yes it is! Now I can truly say that the man before me has not one ounce of wuss in him. I was harsh as a child wasn't I, Bass?"
A slow growing smile reached across my face (the only name that brought on my first smile in years had been Blair but that had been so very long ago) as I took her in.
Every single part of her (which had grow in all the right places, bad Chuck Bass, bad) had changed and formed the woman before me with her infamous Cheshire-cat smile.
All but the warm honey eyes that with one look you could feel like you were finally home (and not alone) or going to die a painful death, but of course that look is saved just for Serena.
"The harshest, but that's just the way I like you."