Chapter 4: Breakfast at Tiffany's

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"Blair liked watching a movie over and over again because she liked knowing how things would turn out; Nate said… but somehow, I think Blair Waldorf likes watching films over and over again because in those movies love comes true…"

'Our Cabbage Patch World'- Daniel Humphrey.

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Three weeks into the first month of summer, Blair Waldorf called me. You couldn't believe how long I stared at my phone just letting it ring. I couldn't be more surprised… but somehow those two months of summer were filled of her calls and her voice and somehow even her laughter.

"Cabbage Patch"

"uh?" I muttered, she sang the damn insult like a song.

"Come over." She simply said, like she's been ordering me all her life.

"Wha—why?" I blurted out, not sure if I should be annoyed or confused because I am not a dog and Blair had never invited me anywhere, ever.

That was the first call of our summer's dream.

I came over and she smirked at me as I entered her room "Ms. Blair, Mr. Dan is here." She lay on the carpet leaning on her bed; she patted her side "Come watch a movie with me…" "Somehow, I get the feeling that you're friendless right now" I remarked, she shrugged. "S is somewhere traipsing after dear daddy, if I ask Nate that would be way too uncomfortable and Penelope and Nicole would be so tiring… so I'm content with dear old cabbage patch" she smiled and turned on the player. 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' I wanted to roll my eyes. Of course.

"And… I don't have a choice right." "You are so intelligent Humphrey."

I groaned "yeah right."

The second time, I called her:

"Uhh—Waldorf… dad just decided to cook pasta all of a sudden and since you invited me before… why don't you come over…"

"You trying to poison me Humphrey?" she said with an amused tone.

"Urghh… just come over if you want or don't come if you don't want to. I don't like games." I said. I heard her laugh. It's weird how I find her laughter nice.

"I'll be there…"

I opened the door to her smirk once again, she handed me a bottle of white wine, her curls bouncing behind her as she passed me. She was of course dressed for a five-star restaurant, a black silk dress with a white lace. Dad almost sputtered his hello when she greeted him. Serena's one thing but Blair's a whole other upper-east side level. Jenny smiled at me and I knew the endless teasing that would be coming. We all sat down on our lowly table, Dad trying hard to act like a professional chef. Blair ate the food without complaint, smiled at dad and thanked him, smirked at me and offered Jenny some wine. "Underage Blair and come to think of it you are too." I said.

"Oh Dan… oh sorry Jenny… but Dan I'm 18 already" she answered putting on a show for Dad. Nice try Blair but Jenny and me have maimed your image in his mind already. Dad smiled at her like she was an angel or something. Oh right a Blair Waldorf specialty: manipulating people.

The third call, she beat me to the phone:

"Hi Humphrey"

"Oh hey Blair… I was just going to call you..."

Silence… "Blair?"

"Oh yeah… yeah. Cabbage Patch, come with me to the book store." She suggested. I smiled unconsciously. Is that Jenny video taping me with her cell phone? I glared at her.

"Yeah. I—I'll pick you up…" I muttered. "Please Humphrey, don't suggest such a thing when you don't have a car…"

So, the both of us walked into a bookstore at 9 a.m. trying to smuggle in coffee and bagels, smirking at each other. Blair picked 'Jane Eyre' and showed it to me "C-L-A-S-S-I-C" she muttered. I rolled my eyes and showed her 'Chasing the dime' "this is much better than classics… mystery books." She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Uh… I should have known with you're digital fortress but I kept on expecting you to pick out a sequel to Kama Sutra or something" she grinned because I am sure that I turned red and here I was thinking she didn't see that.

The fourth call was me, and we jogged around the park and fed the ducks. The fifth was her and we trooped into her room again watching another Audrey Hepburn movie. The sixth, me again and we hanged around our house playing scrabble with Jenny, Blair called me a nerd and a dork on that one. The seventh was her again and we sat on a café drinking and reading the books that we bought from the book store. She kept throwing pieces of bagel at me. The eight was me and it was a Lincoln Hawk return concert… again and Blair sat with Lily looking so out of place and bewildered, Lily was reviving her teen age angst, scandalizing Blair. I laughed non-stop at the faces that she was making. The ninth was her again and it was at an opera house, we sat apart even though we came together because "I am not thick-skinned enough to be seen by all of Manhattan with a Humphrey." I accompanied her home and we got out of the taxi a block from her place so that we could walk. She quoted some lines on the play that she liked and insulted some acting that for her was miniscule. She mused on how my only formal outfit makes me look like a cater waiter and how Dad and Lily looked ready to fall asleep by the middle of the performance. All I could really think was how pale and silky her skin was and how brown her eyes were. She looked like Snow White that night her pale skin contrasting with her dark red lipstick. We said good bye and I continued to think how different she was from Serena and I wondered why I can't seem to think that Serena's still much better.

The tenth was Serena, I sputtered on the phone as I talked to her. She was crying.

"He was horrible Dannn…." She sniffed out. "Where are you right now?" I asked worried. "On my way to your place, Dan… I don't want to *sniff* go home…" she said again. I sighed. "Come over quick Serena, I'll wait for you."

She arrived with her make-up a mess. Her beautiful blond hair tangled, looking like she had just woken up from a bad dream. She hugged me and I held her in my arms, hurting for the girl I once loved. Blair came a half-hour later looking so worried. "S…" she said as soon as she saw Serena sitting on our couch. She leaned on the floor before her and Serena clung to her crying. I stood to one side wondering how any father could not want someone like Serena. As I stared at them I remembered "aren't you supposed to be on an interview with some kind of socialite club…" I said and Blair glared at me "Shut up Humphrey." She muttered. "Oh no Blair…" Serena said. "Can it S. It's just a club…" she answered dismissively patting Serena's knee.

Blair stood up and went over to me when Serena was asleep. She gave a half-hearted smile. "Douche bag…" I muttered and she laughed "more so than you right."

"I'll get some clothes for Serena at your room okay?" she said walking off and smiling at me from her shoulders. "Why my clothes?" I asked. "Jenny's are too small…" she answered.

I watched her walk off not knowing that at that moment, I would suddenly lose whatever we had.

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I stared at my phone, wondering why Blair hadn't called and why I hadn't called her… but deep down I knew… still deep down I hoped that it wasn't true… that somehow she hadn't seen or she wouldn't mind.

"I called Nate. Were going…" Blair suddenly said coming out of my room, looking upset. "Why? You can both stay…" I muttered confused.

She stared at me and I couldn't continue anymore. It was that look again, that look from before when Blair considers Humphrey a synonym of shit. She tapped Serena and she groaned "No… Blair-bear I want to sleep…" Blair sighed. I tried a laugh "She must still be out of it Blair-bear" I said. She glared at me "Don't you even try to ever say my name again Humphrey…"

"Hey… what's wrong with you?" I protested getting irritated.

She smiled bitterly, "Poor people… are leeches…I should have known…"

"What the---" I was pissed now, what's up with her mood swings!

"Blair…" Nate was standing at the door way with all his Archibald grace. He strutted down to her smiling "What's wrong with Serena…" he asked. She tried to smile at him as he shot her his lovey-dovey look. I wanted to puke. "Wasted…" she simply said.

Blair marched out the door with out even looking at me. Serena at Nate's back. He nodded at me.

I stood there wondering why Blair was such a prick… then… then I knew.

I entered my room, knowing that my story would be in my bed and knowing that I lost Blair Waldorf and her smile forever.

"Blair Waldorf… is the person everyone pretends to love but everyone actually hated. She scares the shit out of you with her smirk and her conniving ways. She wears her head band like a crown in her damn social hierarchy because for once she wasn't behind Serena her best friend---"

I couldn't read any longer because I wanted to throw up… they were all right I was a judgmental douche bag.

I judged her before I knew her… my story was shit from the very beginning and I don't deserve Yale, and now… I don't even deserve Blair.

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