Chuck Bass' Dreams
Summary: Ever since the pristine girl with flowing brown hair and enticing ruby red lips met Chuck Bass…she flooded his dreams (Series of interrelated stories of Chuck's hopes, nightmares & creative (and most of the time naughty) dreams about Blair Waldorf)
Pairing: Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf
Rating: T (M for later chapters)
*** This chapter is still about Chuck and Blair as children…I want to start with fluff and cuteness…and ease in to the "real stuff". lol...ENJOY!!!***
CHUCK BASS' DREAMS
Chapter 2: Chuck Bass: Denied
Chuck Bass woke up with a huge grin on his face…still fresh from his deep and fulfilling slumber. One of the reasons of the seemingly permanent half moon of a smile imprinted on his face was the dream he had about a certain brunette girl, a burning building and G.I. Joe saving said girl from the said burning establishment. Except in the dream that played inside the grinning boy's creative little head, G.I Joe was a chubby dark haired six year old boy with a sudden fascination on pastel colored bow ties and cherry red lollipops.
"Good morning Alice… I want my bath ready and warm in 5 minutes and please lay out all the bow ties I bought yesterday. I want to pick the best." Chuck drawled, his voice husky from sleep still wearing his silk pyjamas and robe.
His nanny was shocked due to the boy's sudden knowledge of her real name. (he always called her Judy, the name of his 3rd nanny).
"Did you put Sammy in my underwear drawer again?" Alice asked, unconvinced of Chuck's politeness and his want to actually take a bath. His nanny is just suspicious due to the fact that 1.) He NEVER insisted a bath before and when asked to have one, he throws headache inducing fits and 2.) He is awake about an hour earlier than his usual wake up time. It made his nanny nervous…really nervous indeed.
"No…silly! I just don't want to be late again for school today." Chuck replied irritated that she had to ask such unimportant questions and thus wasting his time...time that could be used talking to his angel.
His nanny then flashed one last withering look before checking if Sammy was really in his cage… thankfully, he was…so she then headed to the bathroom.
Once alone, Chuck then checked his "application form" for the 14th time since last night and carefully placed it inside an envelop…not wanting any dirt or wrinkles tainting his handy work. "Blair will totally pick me when she sees my perfect application form." He thought with a boastful smirk.
When they finally arrived in school, 20 minutes early, he still couldn't decide on which bow tie he would wear for his second day of school… second day of meeting Blair.
"C'mon Charles…pick a bow tie already." his nanny said while holding out a suitcase filled with different colored bow ties… looking as if Chuck was a little mafia don examining "goods".
"Look at the yellow one…it's a good choice! Just let me tie it around your neck already!" Alice continued, again wanting to choke the spoiled brat with his pricy bow ties.
"Yellow? Are you blind or something? Yellow is definitely out of the question… a Bass never wears yellow. Purple I can take…but never yellow." Chuck seethed while enviously looking at the other children arriving with their parents…some of them are on their fathers' shoulders and some are holding their mothers' hands. "Why can't my father take me to school? or even eat dinner with me?" He thought to himself, a bit sad. But then a beaming smile graced his face when he saw her…his angel…hand in hand with her father walking towards the school courtyard. She was proudly wearing a yellow headband.
"Put this on me." He ordered his nanny while shoving the yellow bowtie in her hands. "and HURRY UP!" he finished.
His nanny just did what she was told, obviously resisting her urge to snap at Chuck. She tied the bowtie around his neck a little too roughly, but Chuck did not even take notice because he was too busy watching Blair Waldorf giggle with her friends while silently thinking of all the things he'll tell her during class.
"I look extra handsome in yellow, don't you think?" he told his nanny who is now considering of quitting her job.
"Stupid teacher…" Chuck Bass muttered to himself as he sat in the farthest possible chair from Blair. Their seats have been arranged so that the boys were separated from the girls, which Chuck now loathes with passion. He had been looking forward on sitting next to her all morning.
"At least its only 7 more minutes 'til recess." he thought while glancing at his watch for the 18th time since class started.
Instead of sending menacing stares to his teacher, he busied himself in reviewing what he would tell Blair and stared at her while she sat primly near the windowed walls of the classroom…"She is such a good student" mused Chuck as she watched her taking down notes while listening to their teacher.
"30…29…28…27…" he excitedly counted down looking like the most adorable boy waiting for the New Year.
"…3…2…1" he stood up just as the bell rang then arranged his bowtie, and was already half way through the room while their teacher dismissed them for recess.
Chuck then carefully placed his envelop atop Blair's desk and greeted "Hi Blair. Here's my application form." his smile almost reaching his cute little ears.
"Hi there Chuck…neat application form…I like that." Blair said also returning a smile.
Chuck's heart swelled at this… "My tummy feels funny…fuzzy even…" he thought all the while staring at Blair, smile never faltering until…
"Good morning B. Here's my application from. You look extra wonderful today by the way." Chuck heard a boy say behind him. He already hated the kid…partly because he had the guts to call her B (she's mine) and that he didn't think to compliment Blair first like the other dufus did.
"Hey Nate! Meet Chuck Bass. He's my new friend." at this, Chuck regained his bravado and faced the other boy. Sure, he was taller than him, has blond hair and piercing blue eyes but he is NO Chuck Bass.
"Hi" he said, immediately refocusing his attention to Blair. "So…do I get the position then?" he asked hopefully, and even tried batting his eyelashes at her like she had done to him yesterday…hoping it will make her choose him.
"Well… I have to go through these first and interview the finalists after class…so, you guys just have to wait a little longer. Is that okay with you?" Blair replied sweetly, successfully making Chuck more smitten than he already was.
"Ye..ess." he replied, cheeks burning red because of his stutter.
He then noticed about a dozen pink application forms in her desk…"This is going to be longer than I expected." he said to himself, slightly disappointed.
After class, Blair Waldorf sat meticulously in her cushioned seat looking like Eleanor Waldorf during intern interviews… stocking clad legs crossed, pencil in her hand and a serious business face plastered in her doll like features…in front of her, sat two scrawny boys clumsily attempting to sit in a dignified manner…Nathaniel Archibald in a ramrod straight position while Chuck Bass vainly mimics Bart Bass' posture. Chuck's imitation of his father was near perfect aside from the fact that his Armani clad feet are dangling in the air.
"Curse these chairs for being so high…now dufus #1 looks taller than me." he silently complained.
"As you can see, the 2 of you are the finalists for the position…seeing as your application forms are the only one without snot or chocolate syrup on them." Blair said in disgust. "So now, you are to answer one question and then I will make my choice. Alright?" she continued with the same confidence as ever.
The two boys nodded in agreement.
"I wonder if she noticed that my bow tie matches her headband…again." Thought Chuck while clearly masking his efforts of making Blair notice his choice of bow tie by clearing his throat and touching his neck. Blair did not notice… so he tried again… louder and with bigger hand gestures this time.
"Charles Bass, didn't your father teach you it's rude to cough that loud in public?" she reprimanded.
If it was any other person who reprimanded him, he would've kicked them in the knee…but it was Blair so all he had to say was "Sorry" while sheepishly looking at her…trying not to scold himself for being such an attention whore.
"I want you to answer this question…and state why you chose your respective answers." She said, already forgetting Chuck's mishap. "Who would you rather be? The Knight in Shining Armor or the Dark Prince of a fairytale?"
Chuck could almost see the light bulbs in his head while he thought of his answer…"such an easy question" he thought.
"The Knight in Shining Armor"
"The Dark Prince of course."
They both said their answers at the same time that it was hard for Blair to hear which answer came from whom.
It was then that Chuck spoke, visibly trying to beat Nate by answering first.
"I'd rather be the Dark Prince because I am not some ordinary knight. I am royal, interesting and dashing like a Dark Prince." His swagger laced with confidence.
"I'm the Knight because I am a gentleman." Nate said simply, flashing a smile worthy for a tooth paste commercial.
Blair made her decision.
"Boys, thank you for your time… Chuck…" Blair said while looking at Chuck. He is already beaming with joy…he could already see it…Chuck and Blair playing house…Chuck and Blair holding hands…Chuck and Blair this…Chuck and Blair that…G.I. Chuck and Blair…
"… I'm sorry but I pick Nate." She continued.
The smile on his face was replaced with a frown faster than you can say "cherry lips"
"Oh…ok… maybe next time then? I mean, we could still play other games. Right?" Chuck said, still hurt but a little hopeful…a plot already forming in his young naughty mind.
"Yeah…so I'll see you guys around?"
The boys nodded…Nate more vigorously than Chuck. With that, the little angel walked out of the room with a bounce on her step.
Chuck, not one to freely accept defeat already had a plan...his usual smirk back with a vengeance. He'll make Blair Waldorf see that being with the Dark Prince is way better than being with a boring Knight.
And what better way than to "befriend" the said Knight right? As the saying goes, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
"So Nate, you wanna play with my G.I. Joes?"
"Sure…uhm…sorry, but what was your name again?"
"I'm Chuck Bass." He replied with a glint in his brown eyes. "Let the games begin then." He said…Nate was still oblivious to the real meaning behind his statement.
Chuck is going to get Blair... his angel back. He'll make sure of it.
Tbc…
Author's Note:
Thank you for reading the 2nd chapter of my story. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Next chapter will conclude the Chuck and Blair story as six year olds.
I know I promised CB sexiness…it will all begin (maybe) on the 4th chapter, so for those of you waiting for it… please bear with me.
Here's a hint for what's to come in the future chapters…PUBERTY, PORN, and POPSICLES (lmfao ;p)