Disclaimer: I don't own Skins or GG.
(A/N): The other girl referenced here is that random chick in season 2 episode 6 of skins, if it won't be apparent enough in the story. There's not nearly enough skins/gossip girl crossovers as there should be. Have this totally crack story take place whenever you want. It's all AU after all.
Drabble.
You have been warned.
//i'm going away//
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She stands there. Eyes wide and glossy from nine o'clock's tears. Ultimatums were made. They ask for him to stay, she asks for him to go.
Situated across from her, his body is parked like a lost statue.
She holds out her hand. He seconds guesses. She knows.
"Don't look back Tony," she says.
Flashes of surreal memories replay in his psyche. Remembering that another girl has told him that same phrase once before—another girl with pale skin, chocolate brown hair. Cherry lips to symbolize sweetness and a bit of malice—an image not unlike Blair's. But that other girl was a dream.
But Blair is as real as oceans and money and the choices he makes tonight.
What else is real is the fact that he's turning away from what he knew, all of it for her.
For him.
The both of them.
Easy as one, two, three, take her hand and leave. Never look back and follow her—
to the ends of the earth.
The path is lit. All he has to do is walk.
He looks ahead. There's uncertainty and independence—most importantly, there's Blair.
Don't look back? What's back there? Bad memories. Of love and Michelle. She owned him in the past. He was hers, no matter how many girls he slept with. Even when she was with Sid. Even when he didn't remember her. Tony was always Michelle's. They said, all said, it was right. He said it himself once. You, me. We're right.
Bullshit.
He's had enough. Enough of this now.
"Will you come with me?" the question is suspended in the thick, cold, Bristol air. By now, she should now all she has to do is ask, and he will.
This time, he takes a chance. He takes her hand.
He recalls his past and all the ghosts and would like to say, he's good at owning himself, thank you very much.
Blair lets him be the person he is. No tears, no complaints, no lectures of change. Maybe it's because they're not so different.
Tonight, he chooses to follow in order to lead—if that makes any sense at all to you.
And knowing Tony, he won't care if it does.