-1A/N: Another small chapter but I am constantly typing all the stuff I wrote in boring ol' English class last week…also I am trying to work on Chuck and Eric version of Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle…not sure if that will work or not…I am sort of having writer's block because I am working on new ideas and not focusing…but I am trying…I am also sorry about any mistakes and please lay it on with what I do wrong…you have to learn from them, and I intend on doing so. BTW…I love Chuck and Eric being all brotherly…I really do and it will show…

glee child: I wrote infertile for a reason….

Chuck Bass couldn't understand it. It being him self. He had everything a guy could want: a rich dad, a hot step mom, an equally hot stepsister, the amazing little brother he never wanted, and enough money to get any girl he wanted. But the only girl he wanted was the one who had dropped him to be with his best friend, who dropped her.

Now he could never have Blair, she was pregnant with Nate's baby.

Chuck reentered the kitchen. Eric van der Woodsen, his stepbrother, sat at the counter munching on one of the apples that Chuck had previously cut up for himself.

"What are you doing today?" Eric asked in his usually happy tone

Chuck just gave him a look as dark as his mood, he couldn't understand how Eric could be so happy all of the time.

"Brooding? Again?" Eric wasn't fazed by Chuck's dirty look.

Chuck just answered him with a roll of his eyes.

"So Blair denied your offer to become Mrs. Chuck van der Woodsen?" Eric asked.

"What?" Chuck was finally caught off-guard and it showed on his face.

"Okay…okay, van der Bass." Eric smiled a cocky smile, as usual.

"What does Blair have to do with anything?" Chuck asked, easily grabbing the apple slice heading for Eric's mouth.

"I'm the younger brother." Eric answered, simply.

"So?" Chuck's tone was finally getting as cocky as Eric was acting.

Is Eric trying to be like Chuck? Or did he still that scarf from his mother's closet?

"I am a natural pest, and I saw the picture of Blair in your room."

Chuck wanted to ask what Eric was doing in his room in the first place, but instead, "She was my friend, can I not have pictures of my friends in my suite?"

"Sure," Eric started, "but when it is the only one not of yourself…" He let the sentence drop off suggestively.

Chuck shook his head, and said, "You have the wrong idea. I couldn't like anyone less, I just want to forget I even knew her."

Eric stood up, finishing the OJ he had.

"Then you may want to get rid of this." Eric pulled a lacy gold bra out of his pocket. He tossed in Chuck's lap so that "Property Of B. Waldorf" was easily read from the tag, before leaving for his room.

Chuck just sat there, staring at it, before he grabbed it and went back to his own room.

Uh…someone is holding onto the past….

Sightings:

B sporting a messy bun with oversized glass, while wearing dark baggy clothing, dragging an all-too-happy S to the local pharmacy, quickly grabbing a familiar slim box. C standing in front of the Eleanor Waldorf boutique, staring at two large blow-ups in the window of two familiar looking girls, one brunette and one blonde, modeling the fall collection. E with step-dad BB making a quick but happy round around the lingerie section of Bloomingdale's. D dragging J into Tiffany's, with a preoccupation with rings. N resisting a chance to flirt with pretty, fake girls at Café Litoni, is someone on his mind???

Lies and secret love…a sure mix for scandal.

XOXO

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