Okay, so i finally got to update at least one of my stories. Sorry for the hiatus, but i've been focusing on school and keeping my grades up, because my past two report cards haven't exactly please my parents. I hope you enjoy it, cause i sure enjoyed writing it. I am sooo excited that GG returns today, i can't wait to see what happens. Enjoy :)
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Meanwhile Serena and Blair were catching up; Chuck was left alone; seeing as how his daughter was talking to Henry. He decided to play close attention to their conversation.
"So, what did you mean when you said 'parents I just met today'?" Henry asked, taking a sip of the bubbly champagne that had been served.
"What's it to you?" Emily asked, trying some of the champagne herself. And though she was the daughter of Chuck and Blair, champagne didn't suit her taste buds.
"Eww, this is gross," she muttered, setting her glass down. Henry chuckled and shook his head.
"You'll get used to it, princess. And well, I honestly don't care much but I just want to know," Henry answered.
"Well, let's see. My mother over here had me at 19 but gave me up for adoption because she thought she was an unfit teenage mother. And then dear old dad had been left by my mother because she thought she would become a burden if she brought me into their world. And now fifteen years later, here I am," Emily finished with a big sigh.
"Wow that sucks."
"Tell me about it," Emily scoffed.
"Why don't you tell me something about yourself?" Henry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm 15. I obviously have brown hair and brown eyes. My favorite color is purple, and I adore classic movies," Emily replied.
"Short and sweet," Henry smirked.
"What about you?" Emily asked.
"I'm 17, I love playing football, and I'm also on the track team at my school. This brings me to the fact that I attend St. Jude's school for boys," Henry answered.
"I bet you must love your school," Emily bit out sarcastically.
"As a matter of fact, I do. It just so happens that's it's next to Constance Billard, an all girls' school," Henry smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh god," she muttered, rolling her eyes. Henry chuckled and took another sip of his champagne. In the process he noticed the dirty look that Chuck was giving him, which frankly scared the living shit out of him.
"So...uh…sir, how's Bass Industries doing?" Henry asked, trying to get on Chuck's good side.
"It's fine," he muttered bitterly, taking a sip of his scotch.
"Okay then," Henry mumbled, turning to face Emily again. When he did, he noticed that she was a little zoned out, staring off into space, so he took the time to analyze her. Like Blair she had flowing brown curls that reached her shoulders. She had pouty red lips that were so tempting to him, he wanted to kiss her right at that second, but he knew better. Also, she had almond shaped, chocolate brown eyes that were mesmerizing. Her skin was a soft cream color and she had her mother's nose. But even though she looked just like her mother, there was something in her attitude that was definitely Chuck's.
"See something you like?" she smirks, noticing he had drawn his attention to her.
"I...uh...I, never mind," he stutters, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair.
Emily shakes her head slightly, and sighs. Her mother and Serena are talking and gossiping, while her father is left by himself, looking as miserable as ever. She feels bad for him, but it's not like he's making an attempt to better his situation. Suddenly a very attractive woman walks up to their table.
"Chuck? Baby, I've been calling you for days, why didn't you pick up your phone?" the woman whined, pouting her lips at Chuck. Serena's eyes widened and she turned to look at Blair, and closed her eyes tightly. Blair looked shocked, and hurt.
"You've got to be kidding me, I knew this was too good to be true," she snapped angrily, getting up and running off.
"Did I do something wrong?" the attractive woman asked, looking confused.
"Not something, but everything," Chuck muttered, running off after Blair.
"Who the hell are you?" Emily asked, bitterness dripping from her voice.
"I'm Eve Franklin, Chuck's girlfriend," She stated proudly, flipping her curly blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Well, Eve, I'm Emily Waldorf. His daughter," she said, standing up and pursing her lips, and putting her hands on her hips.
"Waldorf? As in Blair Waldorf? Wait that means that…," she began.
"Yes, my mother is Blair Waldorf. And if you had been paying more attention, instead of drooling over my father, then you would've noticed that she was the woman that just ran off," Emily explained angrily.
"But he never told me he had a child," Eve retorted.
"Because he never knew, my mother kept it from him, because she gave me up for adoption. I was the one that came looking for them."
"Some mother she is," Eve muttered.
"Don't you dare speak a word about her," Emily said angrily.
"Emily dear, calm down," Serena reasoned, but Emily ignored her plea.
"Thanks to you, my chance to have a real family is probably ruined. I hope you're happy," Emily said, her eyes filling up with salty tears as she glared at Eve.
"Look brat, it's not my fault your mother didn't want you in the first place, 'k?" Eve snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
Emily gasped, one tear sliding down her cheek. She shook her head and ran off, the tears falling rapidly down her porcelain cheeks.
"I'll go after her," Henry sighed, going after Emily, leaving Eve & Serena alone.
"Listen you whiny little twit, you have about 5 seconds to get out of my face, before that pretty little face of yours is no more, got it?" Serena barked angrily, sending a death glare to Eve.
"Hmmph," Eve muttered, walking away, deciding to not cause a worse scene.
Serena pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, this night had definitely not gone according to plan.
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Chuck was practically out of breath as he stopped running, and reached the balcony of Le Cirque. It was a beautiful starlit night, and there was a full moon.
He sighed and groaned in frustration. That's when he heard a soft sob coming from the balcony. He went outside only to find Blair leaning against the railing.
"Blair?" he asked.
"What? What are you doing here?" She sniffled, looking up at him with puffy eyes.
"Blair, I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. I truly am sorry…please," he pleaded, making his way over to her.
"No, get away from me. I can't believe I was actually going to give you a chance. Boy, you sure proved me wrong," she muttered, wiping at her mascara-stained cheeks.
"Blair, she's not my girlfriend. I broke up with her last week, but she's still determined to get me back. I swear, I have nothing else to do with her. Right now, my world revolves around you & Emily…and well Bass Industries, but that's beside the point. Please, I really want to make this work, I want us to be together again, become a family. But you have to let me in again, I promise you I won't hurt you, and If I happen to do so, you have every right to forget about me," he sighed, finally reaching her.
She thought about it for a moment, and everything became silent. Only their breathing was heard.
Finally, she spoke.
"Fine. But please Chuck, don't make me regret this," she sighed, looking up at him.
Chuck let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, and smiled at her.
"I promise," he smiled, cupping her face with his warm hands, and placing a soft kiss on her lips. When they broke apart, a tingling sensation was felt on both of their lips. Chuck slipped off his jacket and placed it on Blair, wrapping his arm around her small waist. They were going to make this work. They loved each other indefinitely. Love is a leap of faith, and sometimes, you just have to jump
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Sobs racked Emily's body as she finally got outside. The woman was right. Her mother didn't want her in the first place, so why would she want her now?
"God, I'm such an idiot," she mumbled.
"No, you're not," Henry's voice came out of nowhere. She turned to find him approaching her.
"She's right. That bitch was right," Emily shook her head.
"No she's not, don't let her little outburst get to you," Henry replied.
"How can I not?!? She's right! Don't try to make me feel better, I've had enough bullshit throughout my life, and I sure as hell don't need it from you!" Emily sobbed, putting her face in her hands. Suddenly, she felt two warms arms wrap around her. She sobbed into Henry's shirt.
"I'm not saying that to make you feel better. I'm saying it because it's the truth. That stupid twit is just jealous," Henry soothed.
"Of what?" Emily mumbled into his shirt.
"The fact that she knows the only reason your dad ran after your mom is because he still loves her. Whereas, she's ignored by your dad," Henry explained, as Emily lifted her head from his chest.
"I guess you're right," Emily muttered, looking up at Henry.
"I am right," he smirked.
"It's just that…all I've ever wanted is love and care from a family. And now that I've found my real parents, I might've actually found it. In the little hours I've spent with them, they've treated me as if they had spent the last 15 years with me. They love me," Emily smiled.
"You're their daughter, how could they not?"
"Well, I could be a bitch and be really mean," she reasoned.
"Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. You are a bitch," he joked, as he winked at her.
"Asshole," she muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Oh really? If I'm such an asshole then why are your arms still around my waist?" he whispered into her ear, smirking.
She looked to realize that he was right. They were still in an embrace. Both of their arms wrapped around each other's waist. She immediately pulled back, blushing fiercely.
"I think we should go back inside," she mumbled, fixing the invisible wrinkles on her dress.
"I agree," he chuckled.
As they began to walk inside, she suddenly stopped.
"Thanks," she said turning around to face him.
"For you, anytime," he winked.
She blushed even more, and began walking faster. Henry chuckled once more as he followed behind her. He loved making her blush. LOVE. Huh, well that wasn't a word that was in his vocabulary. But then again, this girl was changing him. And he liked it. This girl was something different. Not the usual spoiled society brats that were found in the Upper East Side. She had a fiery personality, but knew how to maintain her cool. She wasn't snobby and slutty. She was classy, and well just plain gorgeous to him. Emily Waldorf was no ordinary girl. For the few hours they'd known each other, he knew that he definitely wanted to be more than just friends. He just hoped that she felt the same.
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Okie Dokie, so what did you think? Was then ending a bit too corny? You tell me! I'll try to have a chapter up for B&I by the end of this week. Also, i will post the picture of Eve up on my profile :D
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