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Drama, Upper-East Side Style
Outside, a slight drizzle was falling, causing Blair to stir.
"Blair?" Nate asked.
She opened her eyes, only to find out that she was in Nate's strong arms. She wanted to close her eyes and remain there, but then her pride got the better of her. "Let go of me!" She screamed, and Nate immediately let her down.
Of course she was drunk, but still had enough sense to know what she was saying.
"Blair, you're drunk. You need to get home." He said in a very concerned tone that made you think that he was her brother or something.
"Since when did you start caring?" She lashed out, tears starting to form in her eyes. She didn't care, though. She knew it would mix in with the falling rain.
He held her tanned, hot little shoulders, but then she pushed them away. "Please don't make this difficult." He said, pleading with her.
"I?" she asked, " I made this difficult? I'm sorry Nate, for cheating on you with your best friend, TWICE! I'm sorry for cheating on you with a little kindergartener! I'm sorry for leaving you hanging, because I had to go smoke pot with my friends!"
Woah. I think we're having our own Upper-East Side soap opera here.
This was not about going home anymore, and Nate knew that. He knew Blair was bound to explode any day, and he knew what she said was true. "Blair—"
"No! I'm tired of listening to your sick reasons! I'm tired of waiting for you to love me!" She said, and then walked away. She could take a cab or something, and right now she didn't exactly care if she was only wearing a bikini.
But I bet that cab driver will.
"I do love you Blair." Nate said, defeated. "I don't want you to go to England because I know you might really get at it with Marcus. I've been crying for the past weeks because I know I didn't belong to Serena—I belonged to you."
Blair turned around. When she had been wishing for him to come back, those words would have made her melt inside because it was what she'd imagined him to say, and she would run into his arms and hold him. But now, she knew she had grown strong. She had enough, and she had a new, much better boyfriend.
"Well then, too bad. Because I don't." She turned around again, but was stopped when Nate replied to her statement.
"I don't believe that." He said, for once having the balls to say what he really felt. There was conviction in his tone; and Blair was taken aback.
"Excuse me?" She asked, going near him and glaring at him with an I-can't-believe-you-just-challenged-what-I-said-stoner-boy look.
"I said I didn't believe that you don't love me anymore." He said, his voice cracking on the word love. He stood his ground, unmoved.
"What do you want me to do to prove that I'm over you?" She asked. "Have a new boyfriend? Be cool with you and Serena and even ask you to hang out with Marcus and I?" She paused dramatically; she was aware that this scene with Nate was kind of like her own Audrey Hepburn movie. Except that she was led to believe that Audrey was going to end up with another guy instead of her leading man.
She didn't want that, no. Secretly, at least.
"Wait!" She said sarcastically," I just did all of those things!"
"I want you to kiss me." Nate said, plain and simple. And dead serious.
"Oh, sure I'll kiss you." Blair said, liking this sarcasm thing a lot, then turning her back and walking away.
Hello? If you were normal, you would give in.
Nate caught up to her and grabbed her arm. She turned around, daring him to kiss her, because inside she knew he would just back out. And she was kind of impressed by this take-charge attitude. Then he bent down and kissed her, a soft kiss, which made Blair want to pull away, but she was too preoccupied being melted into gush. He pulled away, but then Blair kissed him again, this time a more passionate one. The strong sound that the rain made with the pavement masked the sound of Nate hailing a cab and it driving off into his penthouse.
S acts all sisterly"Is she going to be all right?" Serena asked Erik, her equally gorgeous older brother, while chewing on her pinky nail.
She was cuddled up like a little kitten beside Aaron, who has had two more drinks since Nate brought Blair outside.
"Yeah, she is. Now will you stop worrying? Enjoy the party." Erik said coolly, sitting down in one of the soft lounge chairs. The DJ decided to play softer tunes this time, now that it was past twelve. And of course, he didn't miss Blair's little accident. Serena noticed a silk Coach clutch covered by all of the pillows, and immediately noticed that it was Blair's.
"She left her purse." Serena said, and noticed a beige Dior cotton jacket above one of the bar stools. "And her jacket." She stood up to collect the items, and started to head out the door. Aaron stood up and stopped her.
"Blair goes berserk when she leaves stuff, you know." Serena reasoned, hiding behind this excuse to go see if Blair was okay. She kind of felt guilty for letting Nate bring her home, but she wanted Nate to have a chance to talk to Blair before she left for England tomorrow.
"Serena." Aaron said, his voice superior. Serena decided to listen. "I'm as concerned for Blair as you are," He said, "But I'm sure she's going to be fine. She's with Nate, remember?" He put his arms around her perfect, bare shoulders and led her to the seating area. They noticed that Erik was heavily flirting with some raven-haired girl that had a killer tan. Serena knew that it was not in her place to interfere.
"Take me home, okay?" She said to Aaron, and he smiled at her. They grabbed their coats and headed out the door.
The morning afterHe was awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes. Nate kept on replaying last night's events in his head. Him taking Blair home, then arguing with her, then kissing her under the rain, then them heading for his room and removing what little clothes they had on. He really liked make-up sex, it was much more, intense.
Um, make-up sex? Open your eyes honey.
Nate turned to the side where he knew Blair lay, staring at him or still asleep, still radiant and beautiful after the rain and, um… activities. But when he opened his eyes, all he found were some pillows and a very disheveled bed cover. Blair was out of sight. He sprung out of bed, and checked the digital alarm clock he had; it read 7:40 am.
Hey People!
Wasn't that party just super? I know I had fun. Drinks all around and music pumping, hot, sweaty bodies movin' to the groovin'… Too bad our despediantè B left pretty early. Actually, with N too. Hmm?
SightingsS's hot older brother E entering The Plaza with some unknown girl. Actually, she looked like her head was shaved. But that's just vodka induced eyesight talking. Who knows? S and A, all couple-ish and sweet walking along Central Park, each with a latte from Starbucks. D in the luau party with his new girl C, drinking rum and coke and smoking cigarettes like hell. Looks like some people forget they're dating other people. But then again, welcome to the Upper-East Side. Meanwhile, B and N have gone MIA on us. I sort of maybe wonder where they are, but I sort of maybe don't.
I'm so having a major hangover. I'm going to stay in bed till noon, munching on Lucky Charms and watching whatever I can on TV, then have lunch at Barney's rooftop deck.
Or not.
You know you love me,
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