A/N: I do NOT own Gossip Girl. If I did, Chuck & Blair would stop not being together for WHATEVER reason. UGH!
I am in the process of writing the next chapter for "Never Again", I just have been ridiculously busy and I felt a crazy impulse to write this one-shot, so enjoy! And pleeeeeeeeeeeeease comment!
Okay, this is purely based off of the spoilers for season 2, so if you don't wanna know about those, do NOT continue reading. Apparently, there's this Lord Marcus guy that Blair is "dating" who happens to be the son of Nate's "lover"…haha, ironic? Who knows. Anyways, Chuck becomes friends with this guy and totally approves which makes Blair annoyed. Next to that, Chuck and his "performance levels" have not been as…let's say….amazing as they used to be. And apparently he just cannot seem to perform sexually….unless he sees Blair and is inspired but as soon as she leaves, he is left unable to do what he meant to do originally with any other girl (frustrating to him, I bet)…one day these two will be together again but until then…we must suffer as we watch their insanely amazing chemistry get wasted on whatever "significant other" they choose to be with. So, without further ado, I present to you….in Chuck's POV from the "early episodes of season 2" as far as I understand them…. UNABLE
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"This just doesn't happen to a guy like me. I was on top. I was the playboy of the UES. I was Nate's best friend, still am. I was in love with Blair…," he paused and sighed, "still am." Chuck got up from his seat on the couch and threw his phone across the room and watched as it hit the wall and broke in half, random screws and pieces scattering everywhere. He cringed. "Ugh, that's gotta be ugly."
He turned, and then came to the realization that something quite valuable was on that phone. "But pictures on there aren't!" He scrambled to the ground and frantically tried to piece his phone back together to no avail. In the midst of the tattered phone, he discovered the memory card. He grabbed it and plugged into his hand-held computer in his pocket. He gave a sigh of relief when Blair's face appeared on the screen. He smiled as he flipped through the remaining fifty pictures of the beautiful brunette. He fell back onto the couch, slid the little gadget back into his pocket and buried his face in his hands. "I'm hopeless."
There was a knock on the door. "Room service," a sweet, singsong voice spoke from behind the door.
Chuck sighed, aggravated with that which would greet him when he opened the door. He got up and opened the door as the petite blonde trotted in with her silver trays.
"You rang?" she said, lifting the lid off one of the trays, which contained a couple condoms and some expensive wine glasses.
"Yeah, and I reconsidered. I'm sorry," he said, smirking slightly.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" She went to the door which had a full-length mirror on it and examined herself down to the very bit as if finding herself at fault.
Chuck gazed on in hopeless longing but knew this was for the best. "It's not you," he said, taking the girls hand and guiding her to the door.
"What? Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, biting her lip.
He laughed as his head hang low momentarily. "No, unfortunately not," he said.
"Well then?" she was completely lost.
"Here," he said, sticking a fifty in her chest pocket, "if something changes, I'll let you know."
He sighed, allowing her curled bangs to fly up in her face. "Okay then," she said, taking off her heels and walking quite briskly out of the room.
Chuck turned away, "I am SUCH an idiot…" he said, banging his head on the bar table.
The girl came back in momentarily and let out a small giggle.
He turned up to look at her. "Yes?" he said, folding his arms.
She let out a few more laughs. "I was just gonna say you can keep the uh…items."
He looked down to the trays. "Ah…yes, thank-you."
"They're complimentary," she said, and then she was gone.
Chuck walked over to shut the door and then locked it. He looked at himself in the mirror, mocking himself. He wanted to mock the girl but well, she was everything he had asked for when he had called earlier. Ditzy. Blonde. Totally easy. Everything Blair wasn't. He collapsed onto the couch and rubbed his eyes. "This can't be happening to me. I am the playboy from the UPPER EAST SIDE!! I do girls for a hobby! Ugh!" he exclaimed, standing up and pacing the room. And although he wasn't completely willing to admit what had all changed him, he knew deep down it had been Blair. He had fallen in love with her. He had risked losing his best friend. He had torn her heart out by making her hurt almost as much as she had hurt him, because when she had gone back to Nate like everyone should've seen coming, Chuck had nearly abandoned his womanizing ways for the capture of that testy Tasmanian. And when finally all was right and he had her in his arms and in the embrace of his lips, he had cheated on her. Why? Because Bart Bass, the newlywed, had shown him just how much Chuck Bass had changed for Blair Waldorf. He had told him what he wasn't ready to hear or didn't want to admit. That he had fallen for Blair, and that in doing so he was becoming a nicer, more responsible, civil fellow who truly cared for people and wasn't only interested in himself and the exciting opportunities that offered. So, what did Chuck do? He ditched Blair from their romantic getaway. Was she torn? Who was he to tell? They had been nothing but passionate lovers before. But something had been different that last week before Tuscany. Something had been different that night of the Van der Bass wedding. The way she looked at him. It almost amounted to how desperately he was gazing at her. But then he screwed it up and with who?! Amelia! The freak of nature interior designer for Lily! Chuck sighed dramatically. These thoughts ever plagued his mind and he was unable to get rid of them. He had tried to play it cool. He had befriended Blair's new "boy" and made it as though he was the greatest guy on earth. And how that made her angry, but Chuck did love her at her sassiest. He smiled…and then he groaned. By this time the hand-held computer was in his hand and was nearly crushed by his tight grip on it. He realized this of course in time and placed it on the far side of the couch, far from his anxious fingertips. Chuck hadn't been able to have sex with random girls in over a month and it was KILLING his hormones. They were raging at full speed, ninety miles an hour and only increased when Blair was around, and not by a little…but by a whole mountain load.
"Oh God, what is happening?!" he asked, looking to the ceiling and only finding a smoke alarm. He sighed and landed back on the couch. He grabbed the little computer and flipped through the pictures of Blair again.
There was another knock on the door. Chuck rolled his eyes. "Go away!"
"It's Nate," the voice from behind the door said.
"Oh…," Chuck mused, "could you come back later man? I'm kind of stressed."
There was a clinking noise and the door opened.
Chuck rolled his eyes again, "Or not," he muttered, focusing more intently on the gadget before him.
Nate looked at him, confused, and shut the door. "When are YOU stressed?" he asked, folding his arms.
"I get stressed," Chuck said, placing the gadget behind him.
Nate raised his eyebrows. "Really? Like when? When too many girls are all over you?" he laughed. "Speaking of," he said, looking around, "Where are all of your playmates? I thought you called for room service over an hour ago."
Chuck sighed. "I did," he said.
"Hmmm," Nate said, trying hard not to laugh, "well…if you called for room service and uh," he lifted the lid of a tray, "the condoms and wineglasses are still here unused, then uh….what happened?"
Chuck didn't look at him.
"Trying to get someone pregnant?" he chuckled.
"Alright, enough," Chuck said, standing up, but he forgot to grab his little computer and the minute he had taken two steps from the couch he regretted it. He was frustrated and pulling a few fingers through his already tousled hair. He turned to see Nate going through the pictures on his phone.
"Five hundred fifty pictures…and all of Blair Waldorf," he said, smirking up and looking at Chuck momentarily. Chuck looked like he wanted to say something, but was in more of a need to get that little gadget back. "Yeah…uh," he muttered.
"Fifty new pics, ooo!" Nate saracastically said and then laughed it off, setting the object on the bar behind him. "I thought you were over her," he said, walking towards Chuck.
"I am," he said.
"Chuck."
"What?"
"Chuck!"
"Ugh," Chuck said, sitting down on the couch again.
Nate just laughed and poured himself some wine in one of the unused wineglasses. "Do you mind?" he asked, gesturing towards Chuck, who waved him off. "And could I take some uh…"
Chuck looked at him quirkily with a hint of sarcasm. "Of course. It's not like I'm going to be using them…" he sighed miserably.
"Thanks," Nate said, sticking one of the condoms in his pocket. "I was on my way over to—"
"Lord Marcus' mother's plantation?" Chuck asked almost infuriated.
"Hey, I found her first," Nate smirked, heading towards the window. "God, it's beautiful here," he said smugly.
"Yeah whatever," Chuck said. "Look, just take what you need and go. My pride is suffering here and the last thing I need is you boasting about what I seem unable to attain."
"Alright, alright," Nate said, waving his hand in a truce. "I can see you're suffering," he let out a snicker. On his way towards the door though, he stopped and looked at Chuck who was twiddling his thumbs on the couch.
"Chuck," Nate said, now completely serious.
He looked up annoyed. "Yes, dear Nathaniel?"
"She was way happier with you."
Chuck was frozen. He couldn't even defend himself. He knew it was what he had wanted to here.
Nate nodded his head and headed out the door, closing it behind him. The lock clicked.
Chuck just sat there, almost in shock, just wanting to know what to do with himself, what to do with this information. All he knew was one thing. He couldn't perform without her. He couldn't function without her. He couldn't remain sane without her…at least not for very long. He drifted…those first instances he had felt such things…
"I can't sleep. I can't eat…."
"Butterflies?"
He snapped back. "Yes, butterflies. They could not be murdered. They would never go away. And as long as he was without her….he would always be…unable."
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A/N: So……what'd ya all think?! Pleeeeeeease let me know! And if you really like it, I'll continue it! Hehe. Of course though, I will write another chapter to the other story beforehand, hehe. Hope your summer is going awesome!! D I leave in a week for Mexico for about 10 days though…so don't be expecting anything during that time. I'll be sure to catch up on these though, when I return. ;)