A/N: First fic of our joint account. This chapter is written solely by one person. Please review. This will be a series of A-Z CB drabbles. Enjoy. =)
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The ABCs of a Breakup
By: Abby
"Assface!" She screams drunkenly at Serena as she thinks about what just transpired.
"Breaking up with me! I'm freaking Blair Waldorf!" Blair continues to slur.
"Call him, B. Tell him what you think!" An equally smashed Serena encourages her friend, pumping her fist into the air.
"Damn mother-chucker," she mutters as she pulls her cell out.
"Eric! Bring us another round, please?" Serena coos to her younger brother, who shoots a look of disapproval their way in response.
Fumbling with her phone, Blair drops it on the floor, and the back falls off, exposing her battery and making the screen go blank.
"Goddamnit!" She cries as tears laced with gin coat her pink cheeks. Blair falls to the floor and buries her head in the soft carpeting.
"Hell, Serena, I just want to lay in bed with some cheap-ass fried food and ice-cream! I can't do this. It hurts too much."
"I know, B. I know it hurts." Suddenly a sober atmosphere falls over the room as Serena embraces her best friend, hugging her tightly and stroking her brown locks of hair.
"Just...could I go home, Serena? I'm...tired." Blair looks up at the blond with bleary eyes, her head swimming.
"Kay, B. Call me when you get there."
Letting go of her friend and the embrace they had just shared, Blair walks out slowly, head hanging low.
Making her way across the streets of Manhattan, Blair barely notices the other people. All she's focused on is how much she misses Chuck. What did they fight about, anyway?
No, she thinks. I will not give in this time. It's his turn to apologize; I'm not going to grovel.
"Oh, excuse me miss!" a woman says as she hits Blair in the side in passing. Suddenly aware of her surroundings, Blair sees where she is.
Palace Hotel, she makes out ("the" was whited out by the snow falling from the sky).
Quasi sign, much?
Remember, Blair. You're not giving in. Just keep walking, she tells herself. But there's a problem.
Somehow, her resolve is already weakening.
Tripping on one of the middle steps (but of course correcting her stumble; she's Blair, after all), she's already on her way up the stairs of the front entrance of the hotel.
"Unbelievable." That's impossible. She already hears his voice? And then she notices her surroundings. Blair's already made it up to 1812, (not so) surprisingly.
"Vile, unworthy, piece of shit!" She screams, pushing at him (but still making her way into his room, oddly enough).
Wrinkles form on his impeccably gorgeous (no, she fights against that part of herself) face.
X-rated thoughts form in her mind. Where she wants that face.
"You're drunk," he tells her as they share open-mouthed kisses.
"Zilch is how much I care, Bass."
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Likey? :)