If We Were a Movie. . .
Thanks to Tatiana!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or the Character, only in the movie in my head.
A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Reality:
It has been two days since Blair had heard anything from Serena. She has been calling her cell phone constantly and has left eight messages. She's left more text messages than she can count:
S-
Hey you wanna get some coffee later?
Love, B
S-
No coffee? lol when you sober up call me.
Love, B
S-
Nate's avoiding me! I don't know what I did. I need your help.
Love, B
S-
Why no response? Are you avoiding me too?
Love, B
S-
It's been 36 hours with no word and I'm getting worried so please respond when you get this kay?
Love, B
S-
Ditching? You normally at least let me know but nothing.
Love, B
It only gets worse from this point on. Blair calls Serena's house next. Something she normally never does. Why should she when Serena has a cell phone? Too bad she won't answer it.
Blair fidgeted with her straight hair as she waited for someone on the other line to answer. She didn't like her hair very much. It was so boring and lacked the volume of the girls in the magazines. It was forgettable.
"Hello," a perky yet icy voice rang through the other line.
"Hello, it's Blair. I'm calling for Serena?" She recognized the voice as Lily's. "She didn't come to school today."
"Oh hello, Blair, umm. . ." She was pausing. That couldn't be good. Is S okay? Oh, my God, she better not be hurt.
"Ms. Van der Woodsen, is Serena in?"
"I'm surprised that she didn't tell you herself. Shocked, actually," Lily's voice lowered. Blair had to slam the phone to her ear to hear better, not that she wasn't already doing it from anticipation.
What the hell? "Why? What happened to Serena? Is she okay?"
Lily cleared her throat and inhaled deeply, "Blair, Serena left."
Blair's voice raised an octave, "Left? What, when, where did she go?" Her voice was now straining from the effort of holding back tears.
"Serena is now attending boarding school in Connecticut. You know how wild she is, it's for the best." Lily seemed to be trying to convince herself that she didn't miss Serena too.
"Yeah..." Blair didn't think not having her best friend would ever be for the best, but whatever. "Thanks, bye." Blair mumbled into the phone. Her face was wet with tears, but she didn't care. She hailed a cab and went to see her boyfriend, Nate.
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She knocked furiously on the door, her knuckles turning red. "Nate, answer, please! It's me, Blair!"
On the other side of the crimson door, Nate Archibald and his best friend, Chuck Bass, were laying against a wall in a lazy fog.
"Is someone yelling?" Nate asked drowsily.
"Yes, Nathaniel. Your girlfriend is calling."
Nate's look went blank, then he smiled slightly. "I tune her out sometimes, man"
"Well, I can't. So can you get that?" Chuck shut his eyes but continued to speak, "She's interrupting my high." Nate moved to answer the door.
Blair looked up at him, her big brown eyes shining with oncoming tears. "Finally!" She threw her arms around him without saying another word.
"Hey, Blair." He held her stiffly. "Was I expecting you?"
"No, but I had to come, you are not going to believe this." She kissed him lightly on the lips then walked into the living room.
"Hello, Chuck," she said with an air of put-upon disgust.
Chuck's eyes were still closed as he responded, "Blair Waldorf, what brings you here today?" He opened his small eyes and his glance ran down the length of her body. She rolled her eyes in response.
"I was just getting to that." Blair reached for Nate's hands. He had moved them away, but Blair hadn't noticed. She grabbed on and held him tightly.
Nate was speaking to her, "Umm, what happened?" He was facing her but wasn't meeting her gaze.
Blair came out with it, "Serena's going to boarding school in Connecticut and she didn't bother to tell anyone!"
"She's gone," Nate said, lost in his own world. He left Blair's side and rolled another joint.
"Way to state the obvious," Blair snapped. Why was he going over there?
"I wonder why," Chuck mused. He wanted to smirk because he knew the answer to that question, but had decided against it because even in her depressed state Blair might have noticed that something was off.
"I just can't believe she didn't even say goodbye," her voice cracked, pain showing through. She was facing Nate, waiting for him to respond. He didn't say anything, just inhaled his joint. He wasn't even paying attention to her. "Nate, hello? You here?" Blair shrieked at him.
"God, yes, Blair." He didn't need this. "You don't need to scream." He stood up and started to walk off.
"Where are you going?" She stood up too and awaited her answer which never came. Nate just walked into his bathroom leaving silence and a devastated Blair Waldorf behind.
Chuck had observed the whole argument. It wasn't the first time he had seen Nate and Blair fight. He was left alone with Blair and that wasn't the first time that had happened, either. She was breaking. The tears were coming in spurts and he could hear her muffled cries. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his hankie.
"Here, clean yourself up." She took the cloth and dabbed her eyes.
Her voice was raspy from crying as she said, "Thanks"
"If I have to look at someone, I like them to look their best."
She scoffed, "Wow, kick a girl when she's down."
"I never said you looked bad." He pursed his lips.
She was so tired of this day but she had time for a fight. "Just not my best," she threw his hankie back at him. Chuck jumped back. He didn't want to touch it.
He sneered through a compliment, "Yeah, sure, but you always look good, Waldorf."
An on that note, Blair turned to leave. "See you later, Bass." She didn't look back but knew he was smiling behind her.
Movie:
She looked gorgeous, thin and delicate with thick curls surrounding her face. Tears were staining her face but they complemented her rather than making her skin blotchy. "Nate!" She knocked only once and he came to answer the door.
"Sweetheart," he spoke gently. She threw her arms around him and didn't say another word. She cried into his shoulder and he kissed her head lightly. "Hey, what's wrong? Hmm, what happened?"
"Serena left." Concern flickering across his face, "She didn't even say good bye" Blair sobbed.
"Come inside," and with that, Nate took her by the hand. They were all alone now.
"Come here," he held his arms out again. He hugged her for a minute until her cries stopped. His hands migrated to her face. His hands were so careful, like he was holding the most precious thing in the universe between them. Blair's brown eyes met Nate's blue ones before he spoke, "It's all going to be okay. I know you'll miss her, but you have me and I'm not going anywhere." His blue eyes pierced her very soul. "I love you, Blair."
"I love you too, "affection filling her voice. "You always say the right thing."
He laughed, "I try." Then he reconnected both of his hands with hers as he kissed her.
Reality:
That's all she ever wanted, just for him to try.
Blair sobbed herself to sleep that night. Tears poured till her tear ducks had nothing left to give. When asked about her wet pillow case the next morning by Dorota, Blair said she had spilled water on it. Too bad Blair never drank anything before bed.
So each chapter will be of a different moment in Blair's life, comparing what really went down with how Blair hoped/convinced herself it happened. See you next time hopefully and thanks for reading!