Chapter 4
Hi. Sorry, this was a filler, I was kind of bored. Anyway, if you want longer chapters, read my other story, I Hate Everything about You. It has MUCH longer chapters than this story. This story was meant to be not drabbles, but just short in general. The reason why this one was long was because I was bored, as I said. I just came back from NYC, so it's very tiring, and I just want to relax, and write about nothing. So, yeah. Sorry.
"God, S., this is going to be the best night ever!" Blair exclaimed, her muffled voice seeping out through the crack of the door, where she was trying on dresses. They were at Bergdorf Goodman, on the 5F, getting ready for Blair's end of the school year party. Everyone who heard of the event was coming, even the Brooklynites. She came out, her billowy hair flowing with her. "So, what do you think?" She asked nervously to Serena, who was checking her pores in the 3 way mirror. Blair was always conscious of her body when she was around Serena. She was taller, friendlier, more easy going, and fairly charismatic. That's why Blair had to count on her brain, to plan and scheme her way to the top. Besides, Serena never wanted that life, so why shouldn't Blair take it?
Blair was dressed in a strapless, peach colored cocktail dress, with an over sized bow at the waist. The pleated bodice wasn't too big, which Blair was grateful for, for Blair was only a 34B, although she always told Serena is was a 36. Serena saw her friend's reflection in the mirror and gasped.
"B.," She said seriously. "You have got to buy that."
When Blair's nervous smile turned into a genuine one, Serena beamed back. They always supported each other, even if the other was more insecure than the other. Blair never fawned over her own looks, and shrugged it off, although she looked damn good in it. "It's alright. But I'm not sure if people will show up." Blair worriedly said. When Serena didn't say anything, she pouted, and went back to change.
Serena quickly came around. "B., stop being melodramatic. You throw the greatest parties around. Remember when you stole the whole entire guest list from Angel Freeman?" She reminisced.
Blair smiled, but said nothing. S. should be more attentive next time Blair asked for reassurance. Chuck helped her with that. Although all he did was grope Angel's fat ass, which gave Blair enough time to trick Gossip Girl-also Chuck's idea-into thinking Blair had a bathtub full of Patrón. When Angel came back down, her hair slightly mussed, all her guests were simply…gone.
Coming back out in her usual attire, a plum and black colored high waist skirt and a structured shoulder turtleneck in Sancho Panca print, something that was conservative but sexy at the same time. If that was possible. She had no idea why she followed Chuck's plan. It seemed like a stupid and childish one, but it worked. She whipped out her cell phone, and texted Chuck.
meet me at bergdorfs. need help deciding on things. might even see a show ;)
She knew that he had got him. "B., help me, my hair's stuck to the zipper!" Serena cried. Blair snickered. Oh, Serena.
Chuck stepped on his cigarette to put it out, and sauntered into the store confidently. He directed his attention to the escalator, and carried on to the fifth floor, to find Serena standing in front of a mirror. Such a surprise. When she saw Chuck in the mirror, she turned around, crossing her arms over her chest. His eyes even smirked, and flicked at the hem of Serena's dress.
"I say shorter." He sneered.
Serena rolled her sapphire blue eyes. "Chuck? Why are you here?" When he didn't answer, only smiled broadly, Serena closed her eyes in disgust. Wordlessly, Chuck handed over his phone. "I was invited." Seeing Serena's eyes rolling from left to right, reading the short message was amusing, as with every word, her eyes squinted a bit more each time.
"Chuck, there you are! Serena, put on an actual dress, that looks way too skimpy for anyone. And would you pick out some shoes for me? Bring them back as soon as possible." Blair instructed sweetly, as Serena flitted away, muttering, 'I don't want to know, I do not want to know".
Once Serena's mane of blonde hair was out of sight, Blair roughly pushed Chuck into on the stalls in the changing room. "This is cozy, isn't it?" Blair questioned. The stall was meant for only one person, and indeed, the fabric of their clothes grazed each other.
"Quite." Chuck smirked, and his hand moved ever so slightly towards her waist.
"Tell me, Chuck. What do you think of this dress?" Blair moved closer, trying not to inhale the cloud of smoke that she seemed to smell. She could not afford to have second hand smoking. Her party was this Friday!
Chuck looked her over. It was a concrete color, hugging to her curves. The v-neckline distracted him to no end. "I…can't find words for it." He whispered, his nose getting closer and closer, Blair worried that it would be unattractive for her to go cross eyed.
"Well," Blair reached her swan like neck towards his collarbone. Her hot breath made his skin shiver in delight. "Can you find words for me?" She teased, the melodious words murmured into his ear, filling the stall.
Chuck smiled one last time, and touched his lips to her neck. "Most definitely, yes."
Blair's lips quivered, but she continued. "Tell me," She whispered. "Tell me what you stole. Now." She moaned.
Chuck stopped trailing kisses on her neck on her jaw. He leaned back a little. "Pardon?" She said sarcastically.
Blair was careful not to open her eyes. "Chuck. Tell me, please." She pleaded, and she put his hands back on her waist.
"Blair, mon chéri! Vite, vite, sortir! J'ai les chaussures les plus adorables dans le monde, juste pour toi!" Serena's voice became louder with every step she took. Blair scoffed impatiently, and latched open the door, pushing Chuck out before Serena realized they were almost making out in a changing room.
"Coming!" Blair hurriedly said, coming out, buttoning the buttons Chuck had skillfully undone as she went along. Nobody else was on the floor, and she didn't care if the security cameras were on. Hitching the dress up a few good inches, she strapped on the heels Serena got.
Although Serena didn't mind, Chuck's eyes wandered all over her body. Not a freckle or blemish to be seen. Indeed, the heels made Blair's legs look longer. "Chuck, come help me with the buckles." Blair asked sweetly. Serena had already gone into a change room, either because she had tact, or she genuinely needed to try on a dress.
Chuck bent down, trailing his pointer finger down her calf as he did so. "I stole the heart pin, Blair." He said simply, as he tightened the strap. He raised his eyes towards Blair's, and found that they had a glint in them, and seemed almost playful. She patted his head, and stood up, admiring herself in the mirror. "Good boy."
He smirked, and talked over his shoulder. "If anyone needs me, I'll be at the men's store."
Blair smiled. "No need, you're at the right store."
Unbeknownst to either of the girls-for Chuck had worn it a hundred times before-he had his signature scarf around his neck, and nestled inside his lapel, was the pin, just waiting to show up at the right-or wrong-time.
We all know which time it was going to be.
Fashion
For all the readers that haven't read I Hate Everything About You, and have only read this story, I have always tried to incorporate fashion into my stories, for it's important to the series. The links don't work, unfortunately, so if you want to see what Blair wore, follow me.
Blair's first dress: Go to bergdorfgoodmandotcom, and search up peach dress. Click on the one that says Alice+Olivia Madison Party Dress.
Blair's outfit: Go to the same website and search up D&G skirt. Click on the one that says D&G Duchesse Satin Bubble Skirt.
Blair's second dress: Go to the same website and go to 5F-evening-apparel. Look for Herve Leger Pleated Dress.
A/N~ Sorry, this was a filler, I was kind of bored. Anyway, if you want longer chapters, read my other story, I Hate Everything About You. What Serena said was, 'quick, come out. I have the most adorable shoes in the whole, just for you.' I speak French, so yeah.