Set after finale. Chuck & Blair aren't talking to each other - again, after he stood her up at Tuscany. My first attempt so hopefully it's not so lame.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or its characters.
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With his back slouched against the deckchair and fingers curled around a glass half-filled with ice and a clear brown liquid, Chuck Bass looked every inch the Chuck Bass that the Upper East Side knew him for. But tonight, he wasn't in the Upper East Side, he was in the Hamptons spending another mindless summer with girls he hardly knew or hardly care to know on top of the endless flow of alcohol at his disposal. He hardly flinched when the persistent blonde who has been fawning over him ever since he arrived at the annual williams' summer bash purred an invitation to the dancefloor into his ear. He didn't even bother to shift his gaze onto her as he mustered the monosyllabic word for rejection from his lips. He felt the blonde's body stiffen as she said some words that were inaudible against the music. All he could hear was the thumping of his own head.
8.20 pm
Chuck Bass -the- Chuck Bass was already feeling the adverse effects of drenching oneself in loud music and hard drinks.
8.21 pm
All Chuck Bass wanted to do was to lose himself in sleep. Out of all the vices that he has experienced; be it alcohol or drugs or even women, none could compare to the kind solace that temporary unconsciousness has always provided him with.
Unfolding his black LVs from the collar of his baby pink Lacoste polo shirt, he noticed a certain brunette decked in a yellow sundress. Those curls... that familiar strut. He swiftly wore his sunglasses and closed his eyes wishing that the butterflies fluttering from the insides of his stomach would just go to hell - and stay there for once. Opening his eyelids,
he dare not move his neck as he let his vision rest on her - the object of his affection. Feelings. Why is it wrong to have them in the first place, he asked himself. He couldn't remember why or exactly when he decided to stop himself from feeling and in place allowed himself to just do - whatever the hell he wanted & especially, whoever the hell he wanted.
There she was. There she was with the swaying of those hips, the way her brown locks seem to float for a mili-second everytime she moved. She was amazing. Now why does this scene seem so familiar, Chuck Bass thought to himself. He couldn't help but break the straight line between his lips into a smirk. She was still moving.. everyone else around her just seem like shadows to him.
Why is it so wrong to feel, again? Because Blair Waldorf sure makes feeling so right.
Fuck, Chuck Bass muttered. His thoughts were getting too mawkishly sentimental for his liking.
As he got up, he swore he noticed her eyes were burning into his for a moment.
