AN: If some of theses stories look familiar it's because they were taken out of an old fic I wrote. I wasn't entirely happy with the outcome of the fic, but I liked some of the stories so I reworked them to turn them into one shots. Yeah, some of you might find this dumb and repetitive, but whateves. I'm planning on adding a few more too.

The Playground

Serena Van Der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf sat out on a playground at an exclusive Manhattan primary school as they waited for their first day of Kindergarten to start.

"I'm so glad we're going to school together," said Blair, while she flattened out the pleats in her skirt and fussed with her blouse desperate to make her appearance perfect. Her soft brown hair was styled into a mass of perfect curls, and topped off with a giant pink headband. This was in stark contrast to the thoughtlessly placed scrunchie that held Serena's flowing blonde locks in place.

"Yeah, me too. I just know we are going to be best friends," replied Serena as she laid down onto the grass, she had a certain ease about her as she smiled radiantly at her friend.

Blair was envious of the natural ease Serena had as they were about to start school with a dozen of kids they didn't know, for she was quite the opposite- entirely nervous. Her father had told her all about Kindergarten: teachers, recess, art projects, and more in an attempt to prepare her, and after weeks of speculation, and careful planning today was D-day: Blair Waldorf's introduction into the world of schooling, and everything had to go just right.

Blair watched as Serena rolled across the grass without a care in the world. "Your going to get your outfit dirty," Blair said, horrified at the idea of even a speck of dirt finding it's way onto her new clothes.

"So," was Serena's careless response, and it became obvious that the two girls had different priorities in life, but Blair was attracted to the way Serena's impetuous nature, just as Serena was attracted to Blair's commanding presence and orderly way of doing everything, and the two who met through their parents, and their parents love for charity organizations became fast friends.

While Serena was busy tumbling around the area where they sat, Blair decided to do some surveying of her new classmates.

"Look at that boy over there." Blair pointed in awe. Standing on top of the jungle gym stood a golden haired boy holding a shiny new football. "I am Nate Archibald. King of the playground," he shouted, and all of the other kids ran towards him laughing, wanting to play with his new toy.

"I'm going to marry that boy," Blair stated with conviction, and Serena started to giggle. Leave it to a five-year-old Blair Waldorf to all ready have an intended husband.

Another boy, sitting by himself, also looked on from a distance at the self-proclaimed "king of the playground." He was small and had dark brown hair. Dressed in the most peculiar clothes for a five year old- a pink and navy argyle sweater vest over a white polo, with kaki pants, and to top it all off he had a navy and white Polk-a-dot bow tie. In his hand he held a tiny brief case.

As soon as the golden haired boy had a moment by himself, the small dark haired boy walked up to him, brief case in toe.

"Chuck Bass," he stated as he extended his right arm.

Nate shook his hand and introduced himself as well. "Hi, I'm Nate."

"Why are you dressed so weird?" asked Nate in an unabashed manner.

"I live in a hotel, so I have to dress professional," Chuck replied stumbling over the word professional.

"Oh," Nate responded, still a little wary of his latest acquaintance.

"I like your football," Chuck said eyeing the ball with envy.

"Thanks. My dad got it for me. It's new."

"Can I play with it?"

"No. I wont let anyone touch it," Nate replied, clutching his ball tightly into his chest.

"What if I gave you something in here?" Chuck opened his brief case to expose a pack of baseball cards, a yo-yo, and some sour patch kids, as Nate peered into the case inquisitively.

"Hmm, how about for those sour patch kids and that yo-yo?" Nate asked.

"No, no, no, I said something, not nearly all of it," Chuck responded, quickly closing his brief case.

"But," Nate whined before Chuck intercepted, "I'll give you everything in my brief case, IF, you let me play with your football, AND, you do a dare for me."

"What?" Nate asked, as he really wanted the contents in Chuck's briefcase.

"I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl at this school."

"Who's that?"

Chuck looked around the playground, and then spotted the brunette with the curls and a big pink headband sitting next to her blonde haired friend.

"Her," Chuck pointed to the brunette.

"Oh, come on. Girls are gross," Nate moaned.

"Do you want my stuff?" Chuck questioned.

"I bet you wouldn't kiss a girl?" Nate taunted.

"Watch me," Chuck stated with defiance, as he marched right up to the brunette, introduced himself, and proceeded to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"You're gross," she screeched, wincing as she pushed him to the ground.

Humiliated the girl ran away while her friend just stood there and laughed.

"Hi, I'm Serena Van Der Woodsen," she told Chuck and Nate, who was now standing next to Chuck laughing as well.

"That was my best friend, Blair Waldorf," she continued.

"Hi, I'm Nate Archibald."

"And I'm Chuck Bass," Chuck told her as he stood up from the ground and dusted the dirt off of his clothing.

"Nice to meet you," replied Serena with a bright and inviting grin.

Just then the bell rang, and Serena skipped off to find Blair, so they could start their day together, while the two boys started walking towards their classroom.

"Do you really live in a Hotel?" asked Nate.

"Yeah. I do. Maybe you could come over sometime."

Blink and you'll miss it, but this is how friendships are created, and crushes develop.

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AN: I know some of you have already read this, but it would be great if you would leave a review. Up next: Nate and Chuck hang out at Chuck's hotel where they run into Carter Baizen.