A/N: My sincerest apologies to true GG fans. To be entirely honest I've only seen 1 and ½ episodes of GG, so basically none of what I write will be related to actual episodes in anyway. I'm only writing this fic because I find Chuck Bass to be intriguing and I hope to capture his character in my fic. So you have my condolences and permission for angry reviews if I butcher any of the following : Chuck Bass as a character, GG as an idea, other characters in GG, and New York as a city. Though I might follow episodes at one point or another it's doubtful. Also I'd like you to realize that this was a random idea and may be a fleeting one and if met with total angry criticism I promise to start again or become a fan of something else.

And my deepest apologies to the few people who've already read this but the name change was a must.

What Are you Carrying?

Chuck sighed as he moseyed around the New York streets. Bored to pieces. Why he was up before noon in the middle of summer vacation was a mystery to even the most ancient gods. Perhaps it could be because he hadn't even made it home yet from the party last night. He might be over tired, a tad cranky and still sort of drunk but what was the point of going home now. He would just have to get up anyways.

"Sorry dude." said a voice… a girlish voice.

Chuck turned to see a girl walking away juggling a stack of rolled papers and a few things that appeared to be overly large thin briefcases. He watched as she manoeuvred her way into a doorway, disappearing from view. He walked over to where she had vanished and discovered a small used book store. A used book store? Chuck wondered where in New York he was, certainly not upper east side. He quickly forgot his ponderings as he stepped inside and saw the girl again, but this time with a better view. She wasn't thin, more fit, her legs looked perfect in the black short shorts that blended with her led-zeppelin shirt and she had long dark brown curls that framed her thin face. Awe how cute she looked like the shy type, he loved the shy type.

Her belongings were dumped on the front counter, leaving her hands free as she roamed the bookshelves. He walked up to her, a winning smile perfectly in place.

"Hello." He said averting her attention from the literature.

"Can I help you?" she asked tensely .

"You ran into to me right?"

"Did I hurt you or something?"

"No, not at all I just wanted to apologize for getting in your way. And maybe I could buy

You a coffee?"

"Sorry I'm not interested."

"Oh come on. It's the least I can do."

"How is it the least you can do, I walked into you…"She said raising an eyebrow.

"Well then it's the least you could do."

"The least I can do… is let you buy me a coffee?" the poor girl was dreadfully confused.

"Exactly" Chuck said, thinking he was getting what he wanted.

"What if I'm a mean person and don't want to do the least that I could do?"

"Do you not like coffee?" Chuck asked startled by yet another refusal.

"I adore coffee, just not snobby rich boys still tipsy from the previous night."

"Hey hun I am not tipsy." he said leaning against the bookcase for balance.

"Stand up straight then." she challenged him.

"Tell me your name." he shpt back.

"Alex" she turned and walked back up to the counter at a fast pace with the book she had managed to choose during their conversation.

Chuck made to follow and stumbled as he let go of the bookcase. Alex heard and smirked, without turning around to face him she said clearly and with a musical tone in her voice, "I told you so."

Chuck caught up as she paid for the book. "Why don't you let me help carry your things, then you won't have to risk running into any more snobby rich boys."

Alex looked him up and down like she was wondering if he'd wreck everything he touched.

"I'm not that clumsy," he assured her, "not a single one, of whatever this stuff is, will touch pavement."

"Alright," she agreed, it was really hard to carry it all on her own, "but you really need some coffee."

Chuck smirked, "Oh fine then, if you must insist."

Alex rolled her eyes and gathered half of her burden. Chuck grabbed the other half and followed her out the door.

They hadn't walked long when she walked into another doorway, this one surrounded by patio chairs. Chuck dutifully followed. His eyes opened wide in slight bewilderment and shock.

They had walked into a small lime green café with purple trims and counter. There was various sitting areas made up of miss-matched couches and chairs.

"This isn't star bucks" he mumbled.

"Your skills of observation are really astounding." Alex said laughing sarcastically.

She dumped her stuff on one of the tables in between two couches and motioned for him to put the rest there too. Walking up to the counter she turned to Chuck, "Is regular coffee ok or would you prefer a fancy latte?" she inquired.

"Regular coffee is fine." he said, in a slightly defensive tone. He sat down and looked around as Alex ordered the coffees. At first he thought it was just random paintings that had been collected but then he realized they were actually for sale, some of them weren't actually that bad.

"Here you go" Alex said, putting a cup of coffee in front of him, with a thermos of cream and a few packets of sugar.

"Thanks," Chuck said grateful for the coffee, he poured in some cream and dump in some sugar, then paused, " Why is the sugar brown?"

"It's organic and unrefined. Don't complain, it's good for you and it taste better." She leaned back into the couch and rested her heals on the coffee table. " May I enquire as to your name?"

"Chuck."

"Well Chuck, what's with the scarf?"

"Don't mock the scarf, this is my signature scarf."

"So you wear it all the time?"

"Everyday" he said with a proud smirk.

"Then forgive me but I must call you scarf-boy."

"What?"

"You don't sound very happy."

"Could it be because I'm not?"

"How can you not like scarf-boy? I love it."

"Well your not the one being called scarf-boy"

"It has a certain comic-book-side-kick ring to it." she said with a mischievous smirk.

"SIDE-KICK! Your calling me a side-kick? No if I had a comic book I would be the lead hero."

"But that would deny the logic of comic books as scarf-boy is only side-kick material. You can't kill arch enemy's with a scarf. You can only assist someone stronger."

"Comic book logic?" he asked tilting his head in a mocking gesture. "You're lucky I'm so tired."

"And why would that possibly be?"

"Because I'm too tired to punish you for your insults."

"Well than you can't be all that offended by them."

"Oh but I am. Your just lucky. You shouldn't hang out with me, I'm not an entirely honourable person."

"You realized I attempted that but you were dishonourably persistent."

"Was I now?"

"So it would seem." she rolled her eyes.