All the hours that we turned into days
We were young seemed like life would go on last forever
All I had was you by my side
Some day you will answer
Remember how we were
When all our hopes and dreams
Floated in the air
I can feel it in my heart
I can feel you in my heart.
-The Mostar Diving Club
She was five when she first saw him. He was wearing a pinstriped suit with a purple bow tie. She cocked her head to the side as if she was considering a serious life decision. She touched her curls and felt the edge of her headband. It was a purple silk. The exact same shade as his bow tie. She admired his taste.
He noticed her staring at him. He looked down at his suit. All the other boys were wearing Ralph Lauren Polos and khaki shorts. Even then he knew perception was reality. She was probably laughing at him. She was so perfect with her long brown curls and purple headband. He touched his bowtie absentmindedly. He couldn't help, but notice that her headband was the exact shade of purple as his bowtie.
She approached him confidently. As she walked her curls bounced, she held herself high, she arched her back, she looked around with an unearthly sense of purpose. The days of innocence held a sense of nostalgia to her now. But this was only where the story begins. This was just the beginning of a bittersweet symphony.
She sat down across from him and before he could even glare in her direction she said, "I like your bowtie."
He fought down his look of surprise and remained utterly still as he retorted, "I like your headband."
He didn't know why, but her voice made his breath hitch.
She raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you?"
He simply shrugged and said, "Yes."
Her little nose scrunched in frustration as she said, "I don't like liars."
He gazed at her and without even thinking said, "My dad's a liar."
Her eyes widened slightly, even then she saw the edge of a broken soul. It was the eyes. His eyes betrayed him. She could see through his hard expression to the pain in his eyes. It hurt her to see that.
She looked at him and for a moment she looked many years older as she whispered, "So is my mom."
He looked in her eyes. He couldn't help, but notice how brown they were as he retorted, "Why?"
She gave a sad little smile and said, "She doesn't want to spend time with me."
His shoulders slumped as he saw the dejection in her face.
He smiled a little and said, "Her lose then."
She smiled and her dimples showed as she said, "Your Chuck Bass."
It was more of a statement then a question.
He looked at her intently and said, "And your Blair Waldorf."
She nodded and said, "Can I ask you a question?"
He nodded, but said nothing. He just wanted to hear her voice. It sounded like wind chimes. He loved wind chimes. But his daddy would never let him have any. He said they were too distracting. He thought that maybe just maybe she could be his windchimes.
"Do you want to be my best friend?"
He heard the excitement in her voice. He saw the worry in her face. His heart was beating fast. He didn't know why just yet. But he knew he couldn't and he wouldn't deny her and he said, "Well who better than you, Waldorf."
Her face broke out in a wide smile. His face flushed. Her cheeks burned scarlet.
And neither of them noticed a certain golden haired prince holding his arm out to a little golden princess.
But the best was yet to come.
A/N
Yeah I know I am starting another story. This one is going to be if Chuck and Blair were childhood sweethearts instead of Nate and Blair. It is not necessarily going to have a plot, but each of the chapters will connect in some way. Also, I am aware this is short, each chapter will vary in length.
Btw the song at the beginning is from a great movie Waiting for Forever its on Netflix and I strongly recommend it.
Anyways reviews, thoughts, whatever, is there anything you would particularly like covered in this?
