AN: Oh look! Molly's started another story! (My name is Molly, for those who don't know). This idea just came to me, and so I'm writing it starting with pre-series CB. I'm going to try to update Picture Perfect today as well, seeing as I go back to school tomorrow, and these next 3 weeks will be SUPER busy. Speaking of, I should be writing position papers for the Model Arab League I'm going to. Yay Yemen! Anyways, my new story: Here we go...
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August 21, 2006 12:38 PM
Blair walked into her room. She hadn't cried yet, and she was planning on continuing the streak. She was on a mission. She sat down at her vanity and looked in the mirror. Her face looked puffy from holding in tears, and she noticed her collarbones should be more defined. That could wait a few minutes, though. She picked up her phone, and hit the number 3 on speed dial.
"Waldorf?" She had woken him. His voice was groggy, and... sexy? Sex. Not what she should be thinking about. She was angry. She was pissed. She was broken.
"Chuck! How could you?!" He heard pain in her voice. He didn't hear the usual I-will-hurt-you tone, but a new you-have-hurt-me tone.
"I'm sorry to say that I don't know what you're talking about." He was more awake now. He rubbed a hand over his face to chase the sleep away
"You told Serena who told my parents." He could hear her crying. "And now my parents are fighting." He could hear her choking in between sobs to get enough air in. "And they are sending me away." She was not crying prettily, he observed. But there was nothing pretty about her situation.
The makeup she had put on flawlessly this morning to have that 'talk' with her parents was running down her face, and no doubt staining her ivory blouse. She was finally letting it all out.
"You promised you wouldn't tell."
"Look, I'm sorry, Blair." He sighed as he thought of a way to comfort her, but bulimic girls were not something he was accustomed to. He thought back to the time he had caught her in the act. It was at a get together at Nate's summer home. They had all driven to the Hamptons the morning of, and the Archibalds were hosting a soiree for a few of their son's friends. There was only about 10 of them, total. Serena was splashing about in the pool, already smashed off the tequila she had convinced Nate to swipe from his parents liquor cabinet. Chuck was laying out next to Nate and Blair. Blair was reading The Age of Innocence, and Nate was openly staring at the bikini clad Serena. It was then Chuck noticed Blair's attire.
"You sure do look good in canary, Waldorf, but aren't you getting a little warm in that sun dress? Why not do us all a favor and take it off. Take a dip? I'm dying to see what little ensemble you're wearing underneath."
"Can it, Bass. There's nothing under here for you." He saw her look out of the corner of her eye at Nate. The damn fool. Lusting after the unattainable best friend while something just as alluring was sitting right next to him.
Blair bit her bottom lip. "I'll be right back." She kissed Nate's cheek and get up from her chair to walk into the pool house.
"I'm going to go get a drink." Chuck said following her. He walked in just in time to hear the lock on the bathroom door click. He walked to the refrigerator in the pool house's kitchen, but then he heard it. The retching. She was making herself throw up. He heard her flush, and then wash her hands. He was leaning against one of the granite countertops when she walked out.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw him. Her face flushed in embarrassment, but she spoke coolly. "This will be our secret, Bass."
He nodded once. There was no smirk on his face. No nasty glare, or condescending smile. He looked disappointed and almost sad. She walked out of the pool house, but he waited a couple minutes before following her.
When Chuck walked back outside, he saw that she had taken off her sundress. She was wearing a solid violet bikini under it. She looked ravishing, Chuck thought. But it was only upon a closer inspection of her porcelain body that Chuck saw the definitive outline of her ribs and that her collarbone that stuck a little too far out.
Chuck brought himself back to the present. "Actually, Waldorf, I'm not sorry. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a pure villain. I care about Serena and Nate and you." He paused, "And you're turning into a fucking skeleton, Blair."
"I can't believe you! You betray my trust, and now you're taking their side?!"
"Maybe that's what you need!" He was raising his voice now. "Maybe when everyone leaves 'your side', you'll finally admit that you have a problem!"
"I will when you will." Her voice was cold.
"Womanizing and debauchery isn't killing me, Blair." The hair on the back of her neck stood up. He always knew how to hit her where it hurts. "Making yourself throw up is just a slower suicide, Waldorf. But the thing about suicide, is that you're not just killing yourself."
Blair stayed silent.
"Look at our Queen B, now." Chuck mused. "Ruining herself in order to save the masses. Or does she think she's saving herself?" Maybe that was too far. He was about to backtrack when she spoke.
"Will... Will you come visit me?"
"Ostroff center?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
They both hung up. Blair looked in the mirror again. Despite, the hysterics, her face looked hollow and frail, and her collar bones were too apparent. Chuck had comforted her, but there was only so much they could say to each other.
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AN: Do you like it? Shall I continue? Any suggestions for pre-series CB phone calls? During series CB phone calls? Future phone calls? I live off of your reviews, so please don't be afraid to tell what you really thought, or any suggestions you have. I might get to writing Picture Perfect tonight, but I'm pretty tired, and I have to get ready for school tomorrow. xoxo