AN: First story! Super pumped. :D Reviews are loved, but critiques are better! I love knowning what I did well and what I need to improve on.
Currently looking for a beta! E-mail me if you are interested.
Disclaimer: Seeing as Leighton's stylist isn't at my house, telling me how she does her hair, I do not own Gossip Girl and never will.
Cherry Cherry (Boom Boom)
"This will never cross that creepy bright red door."
"No."
"…No?"
"Yes."
"Yes…? As in, 'Yes, Chuck darling. Of course I will throw this discolored piece of shit out the window and shower you with kisses as an apology for disgracing your presence.'"
"Hardly. Yes, as in, 'Get used to it because this bed frame is going in our new apartment.'"
Smile. Nudge.
"…"
Grin. Kiss.
"…"
"Okay, that's enough Bass. People are starting to stare."
"Never stopped you in the elevator. Or the antique store. Or in Bendel's. Or at the tux fitters…" Eyebrow wiggle.
Blush.
Smirk.
"Really though. I love it, Chuck. Please? Pretty please?" Doe eyes.
"No. Oh hell no, Waldorf. Don't even…"
Eyelash bat.
Mumble. "Motherfuckingextortianvixen."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing…darling."
Scowl.
"For the sake of my sanity, Waldorf, do we not already have a hideously obnoxious red door? As well as a god-awful red pillowcase set? And now you want this dark red bed frame. While I had nothing against the color red, I am starting to hate it."
Wide eyes. Shiny. Sudden bubble. One tear.
"Blair? …Blair, don't cry. Please, Blair. Please. I'm sorry, baby. Come here." Pull.
"No."
"Yes." Arm wrap. Pull. "Baby…I don't even know what I did wrong!"
"That's the point!"
"Well, as much as I would like to, I can't read the minds of PMSing, overly hormonal, girlfriends."
"You didn't even ask."
"Fine. What's wrong?"
"No. I don't want to tell you anymore."
Huff. Scowl. "Blair…"
"Hmmph."
Pout.
Eye roll.
"Blair, come on. Really now, what's wrong?"
"I want the frame."
"We have too much red stuff already. It'll match. We'll look like that couple who has no idea how to mix colors, so they buy all of their stuff in one color."
"This will be the last red thing, I promise."
"That's what you said with the cherry-colored night lamp. What's with the sudden fixation, Waldorf?"
Bite lip.
"You don't care."
"If I didn't care, would I be holding you like I am now?"
Sniffle. "…No."
"Well then."
Sigh. Looks away. "Cherry red was the color of the lip gloss that I wore during…Victrola."
Gleam.
"Oh."
"I just wanted our new bedroom to remind me of that night…bring back the passion. Not that we need it but-"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Excuse me, Sir."
Scowl. "What?"
" I am going to have to ask you and the lady to escort yourselves out. Or perhaps find a private room."
Smirk. "Gladly. We'll take the bed frame, by the way."