Chapter 3: Drawings
When the shit hits the fan... when it hits it hard sometimes all you could do is look back...
Look back to the time where nothing is as shitted as now.
Unless, you're Chuck Bass, then all you could really do is share in the memories that aren't really yours.
Your world just blew up in your face. The girl you love finally gives up on you; she finally wakes up and runs to the arms of one Nathaniel Archibald.
All you could really do is remember the pure times, when she didn't know how messed-up you are.
"Mister Chuck, Miss Blair is in her room" you look up to the eyes of the polish maid that Blair's so attached to. She smiles at you.
You continue to look at her… and you ask yourself what is it about her that makes Blair like her so? Perhaps you could ask…
But no… you're not such a prat to research ways for her to like you. It's her lost not yours.
You follow her up the Waldorf staircase and watched her knock and announce your presence to your damn first puppy love. "Miss Blair, Mister Chuck is here… visit" she said in her funny little English. "Ughh… let him in…" Blair said and you grin… because that's so her.
You enter Blair-bears room and eye the thirteen year old girl seating in her bed, her back towards you and her brunette curls flowing down beautifully. You take a minute just looking at her because you quite simply want her…
"Hey Chuckles, didn't you irritate me enough at the Hamptons?" she asks you with a trace of a smirk in her voice.
You sigh… before you can have her … you have to make her like you first… of course because you're you it has to be in YOUR way.
"No, not yet… if you let me plant a wet kiss on you, maybe I'll leave." You say smirking inside. She turns and you finally see her eyes and again your breath catches. Her brown doll eyes looking at you condescendingly but you don't really care about that, what matters is that she's looking at you.
You walk over to her and sit on her bed next to her "what are you doing?" you ask even though you could see plainly what she actually is doing. "Drawing my dream family" she answers haughtily and you smile again. Everything about her screams ego.
"So where am I?"You ask jokingly even though your little heart is breaking after seeing her perfect drawing of a brown haired girl standing next to a blond guy and holding hands with one little blond girl.
You knew it was him, your best friend.
"Wait… I'll draw you… the dog" she snaps at you smiling wickedly and you smile back "you wound me"
You sit next to her as she continues to draw and you listen to her voice because it sounds like music to your ears even though that sounds corny.
"I can't understand what S is doing… I mean we're 13 for shouting out loud but she goes out with different guys day after day…" she starts.
"Well… it is in the family" you answer after hearing some rumors about Serena's mom.
She looks at you and smile "god… you're such a gossip… and don't insult Serena's family or I'll cut your scarf to pieces"
"If she dates me she won't want any other" you say sneering at her.
She shakes her head "In your dreams Chuckles…" but you don't agree with her because lately all you dream is actually… her…
You watch her as she organizes the crayons in her bag. "I'm going to wash my hands…" she says as she leaves the room.
You sit there and stare at her perfect little family and somehow you hated Nate…
You could have burned the blond hair in the picture the way you stared at it and then you do something you know would piss her for eternity but you can't not do it… it nags at you.
You reach into her bag and takes out her crayons. You grab the brown one and stares at it… then you did it…
You stare at your work with a mixture of defiance, humor and guilt. She's so going to scream for Dorota to throw you out again.
But maybe she'll see that she'll look better with a brown haired husband and a brunette daughter.
But that was over now… you've lost your chance. You've had her but you couldn't hold on because you're too strung in your own sorry world… and now you realize that her dream family isn't something that you could provide.