Blair Chapter 1
Blair stewed in the corner in the large parlor room of her Upper East Side penthouse apartment. The walls were covered in large cupids pointing their arrows at unidentified objects throughout the room. Blair hated it; it was possibly the most disgusting wallpaper she ever saw. It was another one of her mother's gratuitous parties thrown for some petty reason in the excuse to have a party about it. It wasn't just the cupids with the heart arrows that irked her, she had been through crazier themed parties before, but it was the lackadaisical look on her long-time boyfriend's face that really bothered her. Nate was trying to contain how high he was, Blair could tell. Pot almost became part of Nate's personality, so much so, that if Nate decided to go cold turkey one day she might not even know who he was anymore. The smell permeated his being as well. It wasn't pungent or awful, but rather, familiar, and comfortable now to Blair. Blair loved him, she did, but she could help wondering if he would ever love her back. If he loved her as much as he loved grass, well, they probably wouldn't be able to keep their hands off one another…
And that was the other problem. Blair was trying desperately to find new ways for them to be intimate, but sadly the plan was always destroyed by unforeseeable circumstances. Like the one time they were all alone on a ski trip with their cold bodies searching for the warmth of each other, Blair suddenly felt guilty, as if she wanted it more than he did. So, she pushed him off decided to wait. Wait until it was perfect. Until the day that Nate could come up to her and tell her that he needed her, that he longed for her. In her mind, if they could both be able to share their first times together, then Blair would know that he was the one.
Three months later and Blair was itching for Nate to do anything. To say anything that might hint as romance. She felt herself trying to read into any move he did hoping it was a non-verbal declaration of his undying love. One time she was crossing the street as Nate was walking her to school, because she wanted to break in her new shoes. Blair tripped on a crack in the street and Nate was her prince charming and saved her from taking a nasty spill on the concrete. Blair looked up into his eyes, and it was like a scene from a movie. She hoped that this would finally be the moment.
"Thanks," she said.
"No problem. I just didn't want to fall on your ass in the middle of the street." Nate propped her back up and started trudging off to school again. At least he was considerate?
Time was of the essence! She couldn't be waiting forever! Maybe this was the moment? Nothing is wrong with being spontaneous, right? Maybe she could take in one the many empty rooms during this crowded party; no one would know…Blair smiled at her plan. She felt so naughty. She headed straight over to Nate to tell him that their rest of their lives started right now, and just like a movie Nate would whisper into her ear, "I love you." Blair gushed on the inside and headed for Nate.
Isabel and Kati who were seated right next Nate stood up and stopped Blair in her romantic movie making steps.
"Blair you won't guess who Gossip Girl saw at Grand Central station this morning!"
Blair rolled her eyes. Whoever it is, it certainly doesn't matter, especially now, especially when Blair was just about to make Nate fall in love with her! Whoever it was didn't make a difference.
Isabel and Kati brimming with excitement busted out, "She saw Serena Van der Woodsen. She just got off a train at Grand Central Station." They squealed and started text messaging everyone they knew.
Blair felt a train from Grand Central had just hit her. She thought the day would never come when Serena would come home from boarding school. It was as if she disappeared like a ghost, to go off to a far away boarding school. They were laughing in the cafeteria like they always did and the next day she was gone. But she wasn't that unreasonable as to think she wasn't maybe sick or something. So, she called her cell phone during lunch the next day. No answer. In fact, Serena never picked up her phone. For a year. Eventually Blair called her apartment, but it seemed their number had changed. Blair never knew why Serena had left. And hearing that she was home now was a little too surreal. And she didn't even call Blair to tell her personally that she was coming home or to apologize for not speaking to her in a year. Not speaking to her after a year of silence from of best friend. She didn't know how she was supposed to react. Her entire life was regulated around the status quo, so what was the appropriate response here? Blair tried to form words, but Nate filled her silence, "Did you hear?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Pretty crazy huh?"
"Definitely."
Blair was lost in thought and didn't notice the blanket of white noise from the rings and buzzes of the phones belonging to the younger guests at the social party. Serena's return was the biggest juiciest story of the month. There were thousands of rumors being created at that very second as she opened the door to Blair's apartment.
