Everybody loves the classic film, Grease. Could summer lovin' happen to all of our favorite Upper East Siders? Looks like B and C are going to be heating up under the hot summer sun, while S and N party in the Hamptons. Could the former flame between the two ignite with the summer heat? Even Gossip Girl herself is going for a vacay, but of course, my whereabouts are top secret. Enjoy your summer, boys and girls. Let the games begin.
"Chuck Bass. If you do not pick up this phone RIGHT NOW, I'm going to fly back to New York and beat your ass!"
Flopping down on the bed, Blair looked out the window, irritated. Who the hell did Chuck Bass think he was, standing up the Queen of the Upper East Side in Tuscany? Closing her eyes, she tried to relax, but the feeling of a pounding headache seemed threatening if she didn't get up and move. Sighing, she stood up to pace around the elegant room, stopping to stare out the window to the beautiful landscape outside the secluded villa.
Looking outside to the barren hills, she suddenly felt the hot flames of anger coiling inside her stomach again. How could he dare leave her alone in a lonely country without anyone else to turn to?! Thinking of the man she spent the entire plane ride with, she suddenly felt dumb for turning him down for drinks after their landing. Suddenly, a thought hit her. He gave her his number! Diving towards her purse, she rifled through the contents until she pulled out a business card. Picking up the phone, she dialed the numbers carefully as a smirk began to play at her perfect ruby lips.
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"You're becoming a responsible young man," Bart said. Over and over and over. Well, maybe not in reality, but in Chuck's head, the words seemed to be on instant replay, taunting him. He didn't want to grow up. He didn't want to be tied down, even if it was to Blair. Sure, he "loved" her, and sure, he wanted her, but the Bass way was to stalk their prey until they achieved the kill. Well, not in quite the vulgarity, but just as well, he got her to come back to him, they spent a great week together, but that was that. No matter who she was, or how amazing she was, or how much he liked her, he was still Chuck Bass. He was the playboy of the Upper East Side. Not a character out of a sappy romance movie.
Turning on his phone, he wasn't surprised to see the voicemail button flashing. Sighing, he took a seat in his bedroom and pressed down the one button, preparing himself for the wrath that can only be delivered by a Waldorf.
After completing the message, he immediately deleted it and decided it was probably a good idea to call Blair no matter how pissed off she would be by his skipping out on Tuscany. Smirking, he thought about what the look on her face would be if she found out why he had missed the flight. The thought of what she would look like sitting on a ten hour plane ride with a stuffy old business man only succeeded in widening the smirk that played up his handsome features.
Sighing, he dialed Blair's number and leaned back in the chair while listening to the sound of the phone ringing through the receiver. He counted the rings, for whatever reason, he didn't know why, and once it reached six, he knew the voicemail would pick up.
Sure enough, moments later, he heard the customary "You've reached Blair Waldorf. Leave your name and number and I might call you back."
The machine told him to talk after the beep, but he felt his voice catch in his throat and his heart rate jumping by at least 10 times the original. He mustered up the strength to press "end", but after that he was spent. Just the voice of Blair was enough to create butterflies out of the most secret and impregnable parts of Chuck Bass' soul. Swearing, he put his head in his hands and tried to stop the crazy stream going through his head. Should he fly out to Tuscany and create a lame excuse for his absence on the ten hour plane ride? Should he keep calling until she picked up? Should he leave another voicemail?
He stood up suddenly, letting his phone crash to the floor. No. He could not surrender to some girl. He was Chuck Bass. Chuck Bass the womanizer. Chuck Bass the playboy. Not Chuck Bass the boyfriend. Not Chuck Bass the husband. Ugh. He had to make a decision, and quick.
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Serena giggled as she read a Vogue by the pool at the most exclusive resort in the Hamptons. She was loving summer- no school, no Gossip Girl, no waking up early. Mind you, she often had to put up with the perverts that hung around the Hamptons, staring at the tall blonde, and even sometimes hitting on her. When they confronted her, she merely laughed and gracefully escaped the situation in the way only Serena van der Woodsen could. She was truly relaxed in her Juicy Couture bathing suit and sipping pink martini, letting her skin take in an effortless glow from the beating sun. She and Nate had met up early that week, going out for drinks every night at fun bars and staying out until the early hours of the morning.
The two had always exchanged a mutual attraction for each other, but Serena deep down knew that it would have to stay a flirtatious crush, and nothing more. They had acted on the attraction once and it was great, but stupid. The hour or so of mind-blowing sex had not even balanced the aftermath of the situation. Losing Blair as a friend was not something Serena ever wanted to happen again, and she knew that as much as Nate acted like the loss of Blair wasn't something he cared about, deep down he was upset. Spending time in the Hamptons this summer with him may seem to everyone like Chuck and Blair's vacation in Tuscany, but both she and Nate knew that the trip was merely to escape the Upper East Side, not to have a romantic rendezvous away from the scorching eyes of Gossip Girl.
The thought of GG made her look at her phone. She hadn't received a single message from her, detailing her about the lives of her friends and their problems, or their fictional problems. Maybe Gossip Girl had finally given up, or at least for summer, and the thought made Serena giggle again. Gossip Girl giving up and getting her own life? The idea itself was hilarious.
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Nate heard Serena laughing by herself, and felt a smile break out on his face immediately. Flopping down on the lounge next to her, he looked at her reading the Vogue and laughed.
"Glad to see some things never change," he said conversationally to the beautiful blonde that he had once been in love with – while at the same time being in love with her best friend. A year ago, he would have easily given up his entire relationship with Blair to spend a summer with Serena, but now that they were officially just friends, he was secretly bummed that it wasn't the petite brunette lounging in the chair next to him. He had been hurt, yes, when he found out about her and Chuck, but after he completely broke it off with her, he realized how dumb he acted. He had lost his best friend because of it, his girlfriend, and his security. He had even resorted to dating Vanessa, who was a very sweet girl, but she was definitely no Blair in anyone's interpretation. After a couple weeks of thinking, it hit him that what he had done to Blair was eighty times worse than what she had done to him. They were broken up when she slept with Chuck. He and Blair were dating when he and Serena slept together. Blair had been able to forgive him easily, and he would have been able to forgive her, too, had she not rejected him numerous times. And now? Now she and Chuck were rumored to be dating, and he was happy for his friend who he had recently reunited with, and he was happy that Blair was happy, but he would be elated if she was happy with him.
"Nate?" Serena pondered as she watched Nate slip slowly into his own world, grazing in and out of reality. He laughed.
"Sorry, Serena. I was just thinking… about things, you know?"
Serena knew exactly what he was thinking about. Blair and Chuck, the new and happy couple. She wanted to be happy for Blair, but not with her stepbrother and the most infamous womanizer of the Upper East Side. But, she could give Chuck the benefit of the doubt and actually believe that he had changed.
"About Blair?" she asked, knowing the answer before the question had even left her lips.
"Yeah… I don't know what to do, I like that she's happy for once, but I don't want her to be happy with anyone else. And I love Chuck to death, but I mean… it's just all so difficult."
Serena gave her a smile that you can only get a couple times in your lifetime. The smile that only ponders into your soul as much as you actually want it to, and understands you without knowing too much. Nate smiled back, but his showed the sadness that bit at his soul.
"Nate, I have an idea." His eyes lit up immediately. "I think you're going to like it."
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Blair was feeling tipsy. She knew that the last martini probably should have never been ordered, but the company of the handsome man with the smiling eyes was enough to make her feel liberated from the bastions of Chuck Bass and whether of not he was actually faithful or just reverting to the asshole she probably should have realized he always was. She looked at the time on the clock hanging on the wall of the hotel's bar. Eleven thirty? When did she even get there? Her head was spinning. How long had she been sitting here, flirting with the Bass employee at a bar that she was never even planning on calling. Stupid Chuck. If he had been here, he could have easily watched over her. She felt vulnerable with the gin running through her veins, looking into the eyes of a man who won the genetic lottery. Chuck could hold his scotch like no other man she had ever met. If he were here, they would be in the bedroom of the villa. She couldn't even stay in the villa anymore, which was why she resorted to staying at an expensive hotel for the duration of her stay. And suddenly, she knew what she had to do. Looking at the man sitting on the barstool beside her, she apologized, putting on the coy Blair Waldorf smile. "I'm so sorry, but I'm not feeling well. I'll see you around?"
Getting up off the stool, she hurried out to the lobby of the hotel, ran into the street, and hailed a cab. She had no idea how to speak Italian, but she did the best with sign language.
"Take me to the airport, please," she finally said, leaning back on the course leather seat. "I need to go home."
This was the first chapter in my first series! I'm so proud! haha :) Let me know what you thought of it, please. I would love to know your opinions