„Why did you want me to take photos of that girl?" the weird paparazzi guy asked the well-dressed business man in the black stretch limo.
"Dumbo could always fly. He just needed a magic feather." Chuck Bass returned before he handed some green Ben Franklins to the photographer and dismissed him by closing the window of the limo.
After his little 'Blair come back to reality' speech at the most lame movie premiere he had ever attended, he thought a little more assurance that his plan worked out couldn't be a mistake. So he walked to the paparazzi on the red carpet and promised this guy a bunch of money to take pictures of Blair and pretend to know her. Beside the plan, he still had the feeling he owned her something for the auction thing. She believed in him and he believed in her.
Finally Blair found some new friends aka minors. Thanks to Chuck's PI! She had hired him secretly after Chuck's little epic speech at the premiere. He was right but she wouldn't admit it so easily. She smiled sweetly as the opened the dress bag. One-to-one-tutoring, huh?. That she could offer to him. Exclusively. In the best ways.
"So, Ladies…." Blair began her introducing speech to the new meanies. After is, she dismissed them and changed in the school uniform . Ooooh, how she was going to tutor him. A lesson, he wouldn't forget so fast. Yes, what he did, he had done for her. Yes she appreciated it. BUT he still needed to be punished to go out with Little J of all people!
Matt Smith couldn't believe his luck. He was a photograph since he was sixteen. Now, ten years later, he still didn't earned enough with his passion that he could live from it. So he had also an part-time job at a fast food restaurant which drove him nuts. But he had to pay bills and rent. So there was no other way but work in two jobs.
Yesterday evening, when he was asked to take pictures of celebrities at a movie premiere, he knew it'd be like always. He would take some pictures, just like two hundred other idiots who actually believed that they could live one day with the money the selling of the pictures brought. But as usual, there were so many pictures, the magazines and newspapers would pick just a few and pay really bad for them as there were so many.
But suddenly this strange guy in the white suit showed up, offered him a bunch of money for asking a hot brunette in a yellow dress if he could take pictures of her. Matt agreed. To speak frankly: What did he have to lose? Even if the guy was joking, then he would delete the photos later and everything would be fine. In this very moment, there was no VIP in sight anyways.
Now, that the guy him just had handed two thousand dollars, Matt knew, that karma wasn't such a bitch. For the first time he would walk to his second job with a good feeling. This month and the next one, he wouldn't have to think about money. Maybe he would even buy some new equipement…
Blair was dressed in the school uniform and just finished her make up as her phone rang.
"Hello gorgeous. Where are you?" Chuck whispered.
"Still in the dorm but on my way in two minutes. I just need to finish packing the overnight bag." Blair returned.
"Overnight bag, huh?" Blair could hear him smirk through the phone.
"I didn't say where I'm going to spend the night. And with who." she returned. Teasing him gave her so much pleasure.
"Well, good thing: You don't have to think about that little problem because I'm going to lock you in our hotel room where you'll spend the night with me. Only me." he teased as reply.
"We'll see about that." she said nonchalant.
"Okay, I'm going to be home in forty. You?" he asked.
"Chuck, don't forget that you wanted to pick up Eric and get the tickets to the annual charity Opera!" Blair demanded.
"Okay, so I'll be home in AN HOUR forty. See you there, baby."
"Don't you dare to baby me, Chuck Bass!" Blair hissed.
He chuckled. "Bye, love you."
"Love you too, bye."
When Blair opened the door of her dorm room she heard giggling. When she stepped out, she found a small crowd of four girls from her hall, giggling on the opposite side of her door.
She eyed them and they bit back the laughter. Blair decided to just leave. Chuck was waiting for her and what those wannabe-hippies wanted wasn't her business anyway. But as soon as she was around the corner she heard the outburst of laughter. She stopped to overhear their conversation.
"Did you see what she was wearing?" a voice said.
"Yeah, probably someone should tell Miss. "I paint my door pink" NYU doesn't require school uniforms." another voice added.
"This girl is a weirdo." a third voice giggled before Blair decided to go. Weirdo. That was a low blow.
'well, it only can gets better' Blair told herself as she left the building and stepped on the sidewalk. For an unknown reason, her driver wasn't there yet. So Blair looked up and down the street and waited.
A guy passed her and stopped. "Oh, hey dumbo." he grinned before he went on. Blair realized that he was wearing the uniform of a fast food restaurant.
DUMBO? Blair was shocked. Bitch – definitely. Weirdo – maybe. Dumbo – no way. Her ears weren't too large AND her hair covered them as well.
"I apologize, Miss Waldorf. There was an accident." her driver said. She didn't even see him coming nor getting out of the car right in front of her. Old insecurities just caught up with her.
Chuck opened the door. The room was dark but he spotted the little brunette sitting on the bed immediately.
"I'm sorry, traffic was awful." he started. No answer.
"Blair, come on. You wanted me to pick the tickets up. You can't be mad with me." he pointed. Still no answer. When he finished switching the light on, taking his shoes off, throwing his wallet, the cell and the tickets on the table, he went in the bedroom.
Just when he got closer he saw the tissues in her hand.
"Blair, honey, what's wrong?" he asked when he kneed beside her, eyening her face with the red puffy eyes and the pouting lips.
"How can you love me?" she whispered.
"What?"
"How can you love me? I'm a weirdo. Even dumbo." Blair added.
"What are you talking about?" he hissed angrily.
When the tears started to roll down her face again, she told him what happened today. He listened carefully and nodded.
"Blair listen to me: Those girls are just jealous and believe me, I'm going to make them regret their own birth. But right now, I want you to know there things. First – you're the most perfect girl I've ever seen. Second – you're gorgeous. I honestly considered to move to Alaska. In a place where the next neighbor is eighty miles away. Because I know exactly how amazing you are and I'm afraid and jealous of every other male human being in a ten feet radius around you. And that's because of #3 because I love you." he explained and she stopped crying.
"I love you too Chuck. But I don't want to move to Alaska though." she returned and he chuckled.
"What about a bath?" he asked and she nodded.
"Well, sweetie. Go ahead in the bathroom. I'll be there in a minute." Chuck said before he rose and pulled Blair on her feet as well. As soon as she closed the bathroom door, he grabbed his phone.
He knew who the dumbo-boy was and that stupid paparazzi guy was paying already. But the girls at her hallway, well, he knew he had to come up with something different. He dialed a number.
"Cyrus! Hey, this Chuck….i'm fine….yeah she's fine as well thank you……um, I actually called to ask where Aaron is right now….yeah, I've a job for him…..no no not at the company, an art work….." Chuck made sure that Cyrus would call Aaron first thing in the morning. Chuck saw once the exhibition Blair's stepbrother had made of Serena pics. Chuck would make sure that Blair would get the attention she deserved. He could already seen the pictures of her right in front of him. Ten of twenty feet. Maybe black and white. He would push her ego and hopefully kill off every single insecurity of her for good. He loved her, something he never knew he was capable of. And he would protect her from everything and everyone. She was his Queen. His, and only his, beloved Queen Blair Waldorf.
A/N: I had to laugh about Chuck's compare with Dumbo so I decided to write this short piece and I hope you like it.
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