Title: Pictures of You, Pictures of Me

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rating: PG

A/N: You may interpret however you deem fit, romantic or friendship.

After Chuck moved back in with Lily, Jenny found that if she squinted REALLY hard, she could stand the sight of Chuck without her gag reflex acting up. (At least that's what she says when he asks why the HELL she's squinting at him.)

"Humphrey why in the HELL are you squinting at me?" Chuck sneered at her and Eric turns expecting an answer. Jenny just smiles at Eric and yanks him up by the arm.

"I found a way to look at Chuck with throwing up." She sounds proud of herself as she stomps out of the Vander Bass suite, Eric looks over his shoulder at his stepbrother and shrugs helplessly. Chuck shakes his head and forgets about it, until much later. He's lying in bed with Jenny Humphrey, and he's just discovered that, of all the things he is good at, ice skating isn't one of them. Her head is cradled in the crook of his shoulder and he looks down at her.

"Well, you've spent an entire day looking at me Jennifer, and you have yet to throw up." Jenny pauses, and when she finally understands it, she blushes and ducks her head. She moves closer to him, stretching a bit as she does so.

"I was lying about why I was squinting at you." She grins at the smug look on his face. "I was trying to figure out if there was green specks in your eyes." She squints up at him playfully, as he pulls her closer. "There are."

xxx

"You're disgusting." He drawled, grinning as she jumped, splashing juice onto her formerly pristine white top. She makes a noise akin to a strangled grunt and Chuck laughs.

"What are you talking about?" She glares at him, frustrated.

"You just drank straight out of the carton." He pointed out, straightening his tie.

"It's my carton!"

"What if someone wanted to drink some?" Jenny scowled, shrugging off her shirt, and checking that the tank-top beneath it is in good condition.

"You don't." She tells him tartly, setting down her ruined shirt and brushing past him to find Serena, or Serena's closet. Chuck stares after her. Jenny Humphrey looked good in a tank-top and her scene/emo/goth girl skirt, better than he had ever expected.

"I said someone." He doesn't see her color faintly, and she's thankful for that.

"You ruined my shirt Bass." She spits out instead.

"Well, you ruined my morning, so we're even now." He says, despite his smile. They were both lying. Jenny liked the idea that Chuck saw her in as close to nothing as she dared. And well, Chuck didn't mind the view. That wouldn't be the last time he'd destroyed her clothes either.

xxx

"I cannot believe you ripped my jeans!" She exclaimed laughing, sitting up, resting on her elbows. Chuck lay beside her grinning widely, exhausted.

"I'll buy you new ones." He offered, closing his eyes.

"Those were my favorite!" She protested, running her hands through her hair, damp with sweat. Chuck rolss on top of her, hovering over her briefly before kissing her. When they broke apart, he smiled lazily.

"The end justifies the means." Jenny shook her head.

"You're quoting Machiavelli." She said in disbelief. There was no knowing what Chuck Bass was capable of when he put his mind to it. His current hobby was Jenny Humphrey. Or making Jenny Humphrey smile that cute disbelieving smile. Chuck collapsed back down next to her.

"Yes, I am. Those, my dear J, are words to live by." Jenny giggled.

"You're clever. And you're nicer than most people think you are." She pointed out. Chuck looked affronted.

"Fuck you." He smiled.

"Fuck you." She said, smiling back.

"Chuck! You scored us a point!" Nate called, running up to the couple, who was lying on the grass. Both looked up and smiled.

"We scored a point!" Chuck said triumphantly, throwing his hands into the air. "I scored a point!" Jenny smiled and nodded. Nate shook his head,

"Chuck?" Nate said smiling. "I don't think it counts because you killed Jenny's jeans in the process!"

"Yes but that doesn't matter, I scored a point!"