Disclaimer: Chuck, Blair or any of their peers do not belong to me. They belong to the genius author Cecily von Ziegesar. Likewise, Breakfast at Tiffany's doesn't belong to me either, but is the production of Truman Capute. The only things I own are my mind, which made this up, the computer which helped type this, and my internet connection, which enabled me to share this with all of you. Happy Reading!

March 23, Saturday afternoon, 3:00 p.m. Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass, age 7

It was one of those days in Manhattan. The day when it was too cold, too rainy and too windy to do anything. These days came rarely, because usually nothing could stop the Upper East Siders from having a good time. For once, the sidewalks were clear, cars filled the streets splashing rainwater onto homeless beggars crouched on cardboards huddled together under a tree. They were the only people who weren't in cars, cabs or the safety of their own home. Not that they didn't want to be, it was that they didn't have a choice. But if someone looked past the heavy rainfall and the leaves blown by the wind, they would see two children walking in the rain. Most people thought they were crazy, "Who would go for a stroll in this weather?" they cried. Most people thought wrong.

In the middle of a empty sidewalk, a young girl was walking with an umbrella in her hands, laughing. She was wearing a Burberry trench coat, and looked like a younger Audrey Hepburn with her bouncy brown curls and laughing eyes. A boy was following her, his dark brown hair tousled and cheeks flushed, hurrying to catch up to her. This wasn't easy, considering the king-sized umbrella he was carrying, not to mention the long scarf that trailed down his neck. To anybody who didn't know them, they looked like two children hurrying home after being caught in the rain. But this was Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass. They never got caught in anything. Well, not unless they wanted to.

"Chuck!! Hurry up before the rain gets harder!" Blair Waldorf turned around and stopped walking to let her friend catch up. "I only have a little time left before my mother comes home so the least you can do is walk faster!"

"Remind me again why we're here in this weather?" Chuck Bass said as he tried to hold on to his umbrella tightly. The wind was getting stronger and his umbrella was about to be blown away. He caught up with Blair panting.

"But this is the perfect weather! I just saw Breakfast at Tiffany's, the most awesome movie ever! And Audrey was sooo beautiful! I want to be just like her!" Blair sighed and started walking at a leisurely pace, remembering the movie she had just seen and had re-watched for 5 times.

"Get to the point." Chuck said, his hands on his knees trying to regain his breath. It's hard to catch up to a girl on a mission.

"Well, I just wanted to recreate the ending scene and I thought today was the perfect day to do it." Blair scowled at him with one hand on her hips. "Besides, mother is out today and that means I'm free to do whatever I want."

"That's very nice but could you please tell me again why of all people you chose me to accompany you in this weather, to play an old guy." By now the rain had gotten stronger and they hurried up.

"Oh come on Chuck, you're the only one I would want to play with. Besides, it's going to be fun!" Blair smiled at him and paused in front of a building. "We're here! Now let's get started!" Suddenly the wind howled and blew Blair's umbrella away.

"Aaahh!!" Blair shrieked and ran under Chuck's umbrella, bumping into him in the process. The two children struggled under the king-sized umbrella they were currently sharing.

"Ouch, that hurt! What did you do that for? I thought you wanted to recreate that scene. You have to get wet, you know." Chuck fixed his scarf which had gotten tangled up in the squabble.

Blair looked at Chuck strangely before collapsing into a fit of giggles. "Teehee, why do you even know that? You've watched Breakfast at Tiffany's?!" Blair laughed even harder as tears of joy ran down her cheeks and she clutched her stomach which hurt from laughing. Chuck looked away, trying to hide his growing blush under his scarf. "So now what? Are we still doing the scene or not?"

Blair grew solemn and her bright eyes turned dull. "No. Mother's coming home soon and I don't want her to see me dirty. She'll scold me again. I guess we'll have to do it some other time." The rain and wind grew stronger and the two children huddled closer under the umbrella. "Brrr, it's getting cold." Blair wrapped her arms protectively around her shoulders and shivered. Her lower lip was trembling from the cold. Chuck saw this and took off his scarf and handed it to her. "Here, take it. You need it more than I do."

"Thank you Chuck! But you must be cold too. This scarf's long enough for the both of us. Let's share!" She wrapped the scarf around both of their necks, causing the two children to come even closer than they already were. Chuck blushed and looked down. "Looks like we have to go home now," he said.

"Yeah. And I was looking forward to recreating that ending scene. It would have been perfect, me as Holly and you as Paul. And I was especially looking forward to playing with you. But it looks like we'll never get to do it." Blair sniffled and wiped her tears away. Chuck saw this and his mind frantically struggled for something comforting to say, while his body struggled to keep them both balanced under the umbrella.

"Don't worry! There are a lot more times for us to play together. You can call me anytime. I'll play with you no matter what! Even if you want to play in a snowstorm or at midnight, I'll be up for it!"Chuck smiled at her but inside he was cringing at his horrible choice of words. He could almost hear his conscience scolding him. You want to cheer her up, not disgust her with your sappy words, it seemed to be saying. He was too embarrassed to look up. It was the first time he had said any words to comfort a crying girl, and he was surprised that Blair was the one he had said it to.

To his surprise, Blair was so happy at this pronouncement; she gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. Once again, Chuck blushed. It was funny how Blair made him do things he normally didn't do, like playing in the rain, sharing his scarf, blushing and comforting her. Just thinking about it made Chuck feel strange, but in a good way.

"Come on, let's go home." Blair smiled innocently, not knowing what her actions had done to Chuck. They were children, after all. Innocence doesn't wear off for at least four more years. Make that five.

The 2 children walked home in the rain, smiles plastered on their faces, their shoulders touching as a scarf wrapped around both of their necks kept them warm and a huge umbrella keeping both of them dry. Most people would have said, "Aww, how cute, puppy love." Most people were right this time.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:This is a chapter based on the past of B and C, way before the present. Thanks for reading! Please review! xoxo