So, this is my very first fanfiction that I have posted. Although, I have written many. I decieded to do a Chuck and Blair one. But there will be others. Please read this chapter! and the note at the bottom. =]

It's All Your Fault!

1. Things That Never Cross a Man's Mind

Her lips are too red.

Her skirt is too tight.

Her legs are too long.

And her heels are too high.

Boy, she looks like the marrying kind.

Things that never cross a man's mind.

Gossip Girl here. Your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattans elite. You may have just graduated, private schoolers, but your learning experience is hardly over. I don't know about you, but I look forward to the wild time ahead that the summer is sure to bring. I'm feeling a road trip, how about you?

You know you love me.

xoxo, Gossip Girl.

Blair Waldorf stood in front of her body length mirror and just stared. She had been standing there for a good ten minutes but it had seemed like seconds. The day had seemed completely unreal. Just that morning she had been scared to even talk to Chuck Bass. She wanted him know that her and Nate had broken up once again, but she wasn't even sure how to begin a conversation with him. She was so completely in love with him that it was terrifying to her. She had graduated from high school, and was finally going to allow herself to start over. But that Chuck Bastard was always one step behind her. She had told him once more that she loved him, and only him, and once again he refused to say it back. Partly because of some gossip that the queen of gossip had conveniently texted to all of the graduates exposing all of their secrets. The particular piece that Chuck cared about was that saying that Blair had slept with his uncle Jack Bass. It had happened, although Blair would have given anything to take it back. For her, and for Chuck.

She tried to put all of that behind her now. It was summer, her favorite time of year. Summer meant tanning in the Hamptons, and flying to Paris. She didn't even have to think about Chuck Bass, but she most likely would think of him nonstop. 'There you go again.' She thought. 'Chuck made it very clear how he feels. Stop wasting your time.' She took a long sigh and examined herself in the mirror once more.

She studied the way that her silk white nightie looked against her soft, pale skin. She longed for the sun to kiss her skin once more. She certainly couldn't attend NYU in the fall looking like an albino. Her loose chocolate brown curls cascaded over her slender shoulders. She could look perfect, and she still not be perfect enough for Chuck Bass. She groaned once more at the thought of his name. She walked over to her nightstand and pulled her eyemask from the drawer. All she wanted to do what sleep for hours in the darkness, and forget about everything.

She pulled back the comforter and silk sheet of her large bed, and weaved her small body underneath it. She reached over and turned off her beside lamp. She pulled her eye mask over her eyes, and gave a sigh of relief. The awful day was almost over.

Not quite.

"Blair Waldorf! Get your ass out of bed." said a soft but firm voice. "We graduated today! What are you doing sleeping?" she instantly knew who the voice was coming from.

She groaned and removed her eyemask only to see that the person had turned her bedroom light on. "Ugh, shut that off and just let me mourn what is my pathetic life." She quickly pulled the pillow over her head, but in a second she felt someone tugging on it. She opened her eyes to see her best friend Serena Van Der Woodsen sitting on the edge of her bed.

Even in the bright light of Blair's bedroom Serena looked beautiful. Soft skin, and breast length blonde hair that seemed to look perfect even after days of not washing it. She was every boy's dream girl, and although she was Blair's best friend, she was completely envious of Serena Van Der Woodsen.

"You are not pathetic, Blair. But you will be if you do not get your butt up and come with me," Serena scolded as she stood up and went to Blair's closet. She pulled out a Dior tote, and began stuffing clothes into it.

"What are you doing? I am not going anywhere!" she protested, as she propped herself up onto her elbow.

"Yes, you are." Serena responded. "We're going on a road trip."


Thank you soooooo much for reading, guys. I have written many chapters of this. But I'll only continue to post if I get comments and reviews. And if there is anything that you would like to see, then by all means tell me! I will certainly incorporate your ideas! This is for you after all. Thanksssss. =]