Disclaimer: I don't own gossip girl (TV show or the books) or any of the characters on it. I would like to, but sadly, I don't.
AN: I would like to thank Lynne for proof reading this and giving her much valued opinion. Thank you so much!
To hope for good fortune is human nature. It might not be a realistic hope, or even sane for one to think they have everything under control; no body does.
If you're wealthy, you'll have daddy issues. If you're loved, something else in your life will fall apart. God gives with one hand and takes with the other. There's balance in the world. Almost certainly, mankind will never find happiness, but that doesn't stop us from hoping, from wishing, from wanting.
And who cares about mankind anyway? Ultimately everyone is selfish. When you're at rock bottom you won't find it in your heart to want the best for thousands of people you've never had contact with. No one is that kind.
Unlike his best friend, Chuck Bass had never wanted to be perfect, had never longed for a different life.
Money marries bigger money.
Love is for the weak.
Boys don't cry.
In his world there was no room for expectations. He was just as much a prisoner of what society wanted for him as Humphrey was. But even Humphrey had the upper hand: he had a dad that had only ever wanted him to succeed.
His was dead. Not that Bart had cared when he was alive anyway.
But at least when he had been, he let Chuck be seventeen; party, see the world, sleep his way through every set of twins in town.
Being CEO of a major, multimillion dollar company at his age was insane. He knew he would have to grow up eventually, but he'd never thought it would have to happen so soon. Maybe when he majored from college or maybe the day he married Blair.
Which he would. He had only realized it moments ago, but when he'd accused her of trying to play wife, it hadn't been all bad, it had even felt familiar somehow. Like he'd already accepted that he would marry Blair Waldorf, that one day he would be proud to call her his wife.
He could envision it as if it was already happening. She would be no trophy wife. She would take over the business department of her mother's company and be ultra efficient at all times, never disappointing.
She would throw the occasional party for Bass Industries' most important shareholders or to celebrate the launching of her mother's new line.
She would make the utmost effort to be home at six and would bug him everyday to try to follow suit. She would be a brilliant mother. Loving and kind, but strict when the moment demanded it.
He would bust his ass to make the company grow even further, but he would come home every night night to his wife and practice the little routine she had invented for them to not stray apart. He'd put the kids to bed together, kiss them goodnight and spend at least one hour together, drinking a glass of wine or watching an old movie, taking a bath together or simply having mind numbing sex.
And no matter how tired they would be they would never fail to spend those last minutes of the day holding each other. Being each others rock.
When Chuck allowed himself to be sappy he hoped his life would evolve in that direction. Towards happiness. He was not sure that it would happen, but at least he would hope for it.
Because it was in his nature not to give up on the future Blair Bass.
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