Chapter 3 Love in London

I hope that you have noticed that your diary is missing. I hoping that you will want it back so much that you will be able to pursue me in your quest. We have met once on a cold, crisp night when we happened to be in the same room. If you ask your brother for my number or name he might give it to you, but then again he might not!

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Blair wondered for hours pacing her room trying to find a way to confront her brother on this matter. Finely Blair decided it would be best to find her brother and talk to him

" Tyler, where are you" said Blair hearing distant grunts in the theater room.

" Hey Tyler, um, by any chance did you catch the name of the boy who came by here today and maybe his number" She said, waiting for a response

" Oh, ya, he said what his name was and his number." Said Tyler in a breath of ease

" And…" Blair said with a question rising in her head.

" It was James and his phone is 224-6524, he said you should call him, soon because he is leaving for London at the end of the summer." Said Tyler in a mocking tone.

" Did he have a English accent?" Blair said in a curious tone.

" How should I know" explained Tyler while throwing his hands up in question.

I ran down the hall to the entryway and grabbed a pad of paper. I quickly wrote down his number and name and then ran down the street to find a cab. The cab drove me to Barney's front door, which had golden trim with class inside the frame. It gleamed as Blair's thin hand wrapped around the door handle. She then rushed up stairs with her brown hair flying behind her and tangling in the snowflakes, that dangled above the escalator. Once in the Men's section Blair put on her shopping face and approached the counter. With confidents in her voice Blair asked if they had anything on hold for James. The salesperson looked curious but just stared back into Blair's confident eyes that clearly showed she was on good terms with the man named James. They salesperson nodded her head and disappeared. A moment later she reappeared with a pair of pants and a nicely stored leather jacket. Blair whipped out her emergency credit card to pay for the bill of $1025 on the cloths. The salesperson put them in a bag, and walked out from behind the counter and handed Blair the bag with a smile as she turned to leave. Blair stepped outside on the sidewalk of Manhattan as she grabbed for her cell phone.

"Now let's see was it 224-6524" said Blair to herself

The phone rang over eight times and finely settled on voicemail. Blair almost thought she had the wrong number because James had a thick English accent that made understanding his voicemail message hard.

" Hi, this is Blair and well you probably don't know me but, see you have my diary and I have your cloths and I would like to switch them, so could we meet at 8 degrees in the VIP room tomorrow at 10:00pm, bye."

Blair jabbed the red button on her cell phone which ended the call and her cheeks immediately turned red from the embarrassment of calling James. Blair ran home and changed into her silk PJs for bed, it was only 10:30pm.

The next day Blair's cell phone blinked green with indication that a voicemail had arrived. Anxious Blair rose from bed and picked up the phone, typed in her code and listened to the message that was delivered in a familiar English accent.

" Ok" Said James

That's all the message said as Blair looked at the clock it read noon. She then became coated in panic as she looked in her closet and had nothing to wear tonight. Blair would have to dash to Barney's for an outfit.

20 minutes later Blair arrived at the familiar handles of the department store. Grabbing them and running up stairs Blair frantically looked through the racks disregarding the fine pieces that were of delicate cloths and ripping through the hangers. Finally Blair found a white cashmere camisole with white sequins attached and a pair of Burberry pants which were a cream color and cuffed at the ends. Blair thought she looked very professional and didn't look as young as she actually was. Her outfit paired with a pair of stiletto's made it complete.

The last time Blair has seen the boy, James he had been so handsome Blair had to run out of the store, what if he had become even more perfect and she has to run out of the fancy nightclub, because she felt she didn't deserve the attention of James. Finally Blair decided to walk to the club. As she showed the bouncer her I.D she began to walk through the tunnel lined with red tile all the way around. Large martini glasses stood on the bar with a river flowing the length of the bar being contained by sandstone. Blair made her way to the V.I.P. room while applying lip gloss and looking at her skin in the mirror. The new shimmer powder that she had purchased at Barney's showed off her cheekbones in the dim lights. Then suddenly a familiar face approached Blair. His hair was messy and slightly pushed forwarded in the fashionable way. His face was clean with only the sharpness of his emerald eyes drawing her near.

" Well, hello their, how are you?" Said James with a small smile lingering in his lips.

" I doing good how about you?" Said Blair in one gasp of air, which seemed to suck all the air out of her lugs.

"Good. So do you have my cloths or what?" Said James while looking over to the side of where Blair sat. Panic ran through Blair's veins as she remembered;

" Oh, no I…. forgot them at the house." Explained Blair in a sentence of panic while slapping her forehead with her hand. " Could we go get them after spending some time here?"

"Oh, sure, no problem. By the way, may I mention you have a wonder panties collection in the drawer I found your diary."

" Oh, thanks I owe it all to Barney's. Hey why did you steal my diary anyways?" Said Blair as she watched James sit down.

" I had to make sure you felt the same way about me as I felt about you that night I saw you in store." Explained James with a matter-of-factly tone.

" Look why don't we just go back to your house and get the cloths and talk there." James continued. I nodded my head in agreement to the idea and walked out of the club with him. He was dress nicely with a shirt that was great for his complexion. His skin was a pale rose color. He wore greens, blues, and deep reds on top and usually a gray pant. He was dressed well for a boy who looked to be in his early twenty's. His arm grabbed Blair's as they walked up Fifth avenue.

They arrived at Blair's to find the entire place empty except for a note that they rest of the family had gone to a show. Blair smiled and knew that James must have been happy. Blair grabbed his hand and pulled him into her bathroom while shutting the door.

" Uh, let's go through here it much easier to get to my room," said Blair coming up with an excuse for pulling him quiet rudely into a girls bathroom

James just nodded and followed her into her bedroom. It smell like a mixture of Chanel number five and men's Polo. Blair searched the room as James watched her.

" Oh, here they are, I must have put them in my closet thinking not to get them wrinkled, sorry." Said Blair staring into James eyes with confusion.

" Yeah thanks." Said James staring into Blair's eyes intensely.

Blair looked at him for a good amount of time, and slowly began to wonder why he wasn't trying to kiss her. According to Blair's experiences this kind of intense eye contact was suppose to lead to something, right? Oh my god, what if he didn't like her, what if he was simply leading her on… Then suddenly James lifted one of Blair's hands to his lips, and kissed it ever so gently. And there they stood, James and Blair in the middle of Blair's messed up room, with cloths everywhere and expensive makeup clogging the drawer. They didn't notice the full moon that peeked through Blair's window, and the shooting star that flew across the sky as James left Blair's room.