Okay, I just wanted to try this out. If this gets alot of reviews, i'll probably continue this but you know.
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He stood there, holding his disgusting brown faux-leather messenger bag over his probably greasy Brooklyn hipster hair with a confused expression plastered on his face.
She supposed it was quite surprising, finding her sitting on the sidewalk as the rain poured like it wasn't going to stop, but people like Dan Humphrey did not understand problems people like Blair Waldorf faced. People like Dan Humphrey did not understand what it felt like to have his minions turn against him. (How could he? Nobody in the right mind would follow somebody who wore stone washed jeans and polyester coats and-oh dear Lord-flannel.)
Dan Humphrey did not know what it felt to have his heart ripped into pieces because he never fell in love with someone like Chuck Bass. People like Dan Humphrey fell in love with people like Vanessa Abrams who had had no idea what the difference between a Prada bag and parade was.
People like Dan Humphrey, in some cases, sometimes even fell in love with people like Serena Van der Woodsen who crapped out sunshine and had happiness spilling off their hair.
Wiping her tears away, she looked up at him for a moment and their eyes met.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, wiping his face with his free hand. It was stupid, the rain would wet it again anyway.
"Nate happens to be one of my best friends." And maybe he makes me feel better and maybe I miss him. "Why are you here? Isn't it enough that Nate dated your sister, now Gossip Girl is spreading all these blasts about your supposed Bromance."
"As much as I would love to continue my affair with the Upper East Side's Golden Boy, I have an English quiz to study for. Which is why i'm here. Nate has my notes." he explained, Blair rolled her eyes. She wanted to laugh at how pathetic he was despite the current cicurstances.
(Losing Yale, Nate not being home, Chuck not loving her.)
But she didn't want Humphrey to think he made her laugh because he will never make her laugh especially in he current disposition.
"What I meant was why is The Great Blair Waldorf sitting on the sidewalk infront of Nate Archibald's home while it was raining." he squinted his eyes. She wanted to slap him, she wanted to yell at him. Why do you fucking care? Just let me be miserable.
"Well, he's not home." she answered as if that answered his question. She felt stupid going there, she thought he might've been home. She thought he would wrap his arms around her and make her feel worth something.
It was stupid how she didn't even bring any money for a cab ride or how she just thought she'd run there.
"That's why you're sitting there?"
Once upon a time, Blair Waldorf was living her fairytale and Dan Humphrey was a miserable nobody. In a weird twist of fate, Dan Humphrey now stood infront of a sopping wet Blair Waldorf who was the now the sad pathetic one.
"You don't see any chairs, do you?" she retorted. She wasn't going to win this, she knew that.
"I guess not." he muttered, walking closer to her. He extended his hand towards her.
That was it, the lowest point of her life. Dan Humphrey offering his help to her. It was sad, it was something a damsel in distress would do. (When Blair Waldorf was young she believed damsels in distress were ridiculous and stupid. She believed that they were the ones to blame for getting trapped and cursed. It was their fault for not getting Prince Charming quicker. So Blair Waldorf had her life planned out from the very beginning. Get Nate, go to Yale, fight her own battles and live happily ever after.)
"I don't need a fairy godmother's help." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes slowly. Stop crying.
"It's just a hand, Blair." She wanted to say something snarky but she was too tired. She'd been crying on the sidewalk for what seemed like an hour like she was waiting for something to happen.
(Because she really wasn't trying to make the last part of Tiffany's happen.)
"Come on. I promise it's not infested with Brooklyn germs, I even used one of those expensive soaps Serena gave my dad for Christmas." he smiled at her, she hesitantly took his hand and stood up.
"What's the point? I don't want to go home or anywhere where I can run into Chuck or recall anything related to him. Can I just die here?" Blair groaned, pulling away from Humphrey's grasp.
"So you're sitting on the sidewalk in the pouring rain infront of Nate Archibald's house, who is supposedly Chuck Bass' best friend." Dan raised his eyebrow tentatively. Blair shot him a glare. She wanted to slap him. "Okay, okay. What about I take you to the loft? You're going to get sick."
"Humphrey, i'm more likely to catch a decease standing three feet from you."
"I happen to take a bath everyday!"
"In your condition, that's not even enough." she snapped, squinting as the rain fell on her face. She was beginning to realize her idiocy. Her hair was probably frizzing up!
"So, do you want to go to the loft or what?" she had no choice. She didn't want to go back home, Eleanor would murder her if she saw her looking like that.
"As horrible it is for me to say this, sure." she sighed, pulling her coat over her head in attempt to prevent the rain from falling on her even more. (It was useless, though. Her coat was drenched.)
"Come on, let's hail a cab."
"You are so pedestrian."
He kept his vision on the petite brunette who was swaying in the living room in an attempt to dry her wet clothes.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit down?" he asked unsurely because he knew she was going to get tired sooner or later but she didn't even glance at him. Instead, she took off her coat and continued to sway. "Do want you anything to drink?" he tried again. "Maybe some OJ or coffee. I make a mean milkshake."
"I guess some gin will do. Do you have any gin?" she faced him. Her tiny peach dress was turning see-through; he looked away.
"We have scotch." It was Rufus'
"I'll need something to drink if i'm staying here any longer." she sighed. How long are you staying over?
Dan grabbed the bottle of gin from the cupboard and poured some into a couple of shot glasses. Blair walked over, holding one of their family pictures.
"I wish I could be as happy." she sighed as she stared at the picture. Blair stood across the counter and smiled at him.
"Aren't you?"
"My dad left my mom for a thirty-five year old male model, Humphrey. Keep up." she snapped, downing a shot. He felt sorry for her, he really did but come on. She was Blair Waldorf, the girl who terrorized everybody and thought he was trash.
He was thinking too much so he downs a shot.
"What about your mom?"
"Please, I think Cyrus loves me more than she ever will."
"Come on, she doesn't think that!" he exclaimed, he watched her drink another shot and did the same.
"I mean, she'll choose Serena over me anyday because Serena's blonde and leggy." Blair drawled. "And look, i'm here in Brooklyn and i'm wet because I was crying in the rain."
"Would you please explain to me why you were sitting on the sidewalk infront of Nate Archibald's home?" he tried.
"Would you please explain to me why all your clothes want to make me vomit?" she deadpanned. He looked down at his flannel shirt and back at her.
"My shirt is awesome."
"Your shirt looks like a dog defecated on it several times." she pointed out, he frowned. Why did she have to be so mean?
"Serena likes my awesome shirts." he pouted.
"Serena picks up random townies!"
"I'm no townie, in fact i'm a level above a townie!" he said proudly. She actually laughs but then covers her mouth.
He's funny.
"Yeah, Brooklyn boy, you're way higher than a townie." he sensed sarcasm in her voice.
"Atleast I don't date sluts like Chuck." And her face fell at the mention of the Upper East Side's favorite man whore. Oh. Oh.
"I don't want to hear the bastard's name." she mumbled, taking another shot. "Did you know about his previous conquest? It was a stupid maid, a stupid maid Nate said he wanted to runaway with! How could he do that?"
She took another shot and another and another. He did the same. Hey, he didn't want to stay sober.
"Is he slumming it because clearly that's everyone's latest hobby. I mean, even i'm slumming it with you!"
"Ouch."
"And and...Nate."
She was so depressed and he wanted to be happy and suddenly she was standing next to him and her hand was on his. Her perfume started to fill the air and she leaned in closer and their lips met. (She tasted like rain and he liked that.)
He pretended he was Archer and he was kissing Blair's character from the play because maybe Blair was pretending too. Maybe Blair was pretending he was Chuck. So he pretended, because he was really good at pretending. (That Serena didn't bother him and that college was going to be fine.) She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Then he stopped because what if she wasn't pretending anymore?
"Should we be doing this?" he asked, pulling away for a second.
"I don't care. Maybe I want this." There was a maybe and maybe meant yes or no. It meant sitting on the middle of a seesaw and not knowing wether you were on top or at the bottom. He hated maybe.
"Maybe I wasnt this too." he blurted out and then she kissed him again because maybe he liked it. Maybe.
