Yeah. Sorry for not posting for a while now. The song featured here is "Belle of the Boulevard" by Dashboard Confessional.
(And yes, the rumors are true... I am really 12 years old now.)
At the young age of 13, Dan Humphrey was walking the streets of New York in the middle of winter. It was getting colder and darker outside, but with his jacket on, he just continued to walk... and think. Well, that was the reason he considered walking anyway. And with his bestfriend disappearing off the face of the Earth (to Vermont, actually) his feet took him a little bit further than usual.
He stops when he sees a girl, about his age, sitting on the steps of a building. He moves towards her, and as he got closer he can see that she's one of those rich, spoiled, bratty Upper East Sider kids that his sister was so jealous of (that worries him). But him being him, and her shivering in that flimsy yet expensive black dress, looking all miserable, he slips his jacket on her shoulder.
She looks up at him and he sits beside her, now bear of a jacket, realizing how cold it really was.
"You looked cold." he simply says.
She wanted to shout at him, tell him to get lost (he looks like he's from Brooklyn!). But he seems to be nice, and he cared about her being cold. Still, that was one step higher than what her so-called bestfriend and her mother has done so far.
"Oh... thank you." she said politely.
After a few minutes of kinda-awkward-but-not-that-awkward silence he says,
"Running away or just thinking?"
"Both." she sighed, exasperated. She 's to tired to care when she let her head fall on his shoulder. "I ran away from this party... to think."
"Oh..." He has this sinking feeling in his gut that he knows why. "Parental problems?" he asks.
She looks up at him and nods shyly.
"You know..." he started. "...my parents... they're getting into more and more arguments." he looks at her and saw that she was listening. "...but whenever they see me or my sister... they act as if everything is alright... I can hear... them shouting from my room." He looks at the street and starts wondering if he should say more, but since he already told her so much... "I wish... I wish I could just tell them that I know, so they should either fix their problem or get separated."
"Why don't you?" she asks.
He looks up at the now-dark sky.
"I don't know... but I wish I did... because even if they deny it..." He looked at her. "...they'd still know how I felt."
When he ended, a black limo appeared in front of them.
"Looks like they found me." she said, and he feels that he can hear disapointment in her voice. Both of hem stood up.
"I should get home..." he said while scratching the back of his head.
She took both of his hands and kissed him.
"Thank you." she said then turned around and went inside the limo.
Then she was gone.
He just stood there, dumbstruck. His fingers graze his lips as he said,
"Crap. I don't have virgin lips anymore."
Blair Waldorf was sitting inside a limo, staring at the window dreamily. She was trying to ignore her mother's rants about etiquette and embarassing her, but she was pulled back to the conversation when she heard,
"And where did you get that hideous jacket?"
A few years later ahe wonders why that talk with Dan Humphrey was so familiar.
I
Now a little older, Dan Humphrey was once again walking the streets of the Upper East Side. He needed to think, of course, and since it's Thanksgiving and they are in need of pie, he has the perfect excuse.
He's thinking about his parents and how they're still pretending, and his sister too, pretends not to notice. Plus, his bestfriend still hasn't shown up. Great.
He bought the pie and after only a few steps outside the store, he trips on something... wait... someone. It's a person... sigh.
He stood up only to see his pie squashed and a girl sleeping (and shivering). When he moved closer he realized that it was the same girl he met on the steps a couple of years ago. The one who took his first kiss.
He wonders what she was doing here, she was from the Upper East Side for goodness sake! Even if he is on the Upper East Side, he's sure that they don't just go around sleeping anywhere. A cold air passes through the air so he instinctly took off his jacket and slid it on her shoulders.
As he watches her facial expression relax, he starts to wonder what it would feel like to kiss her again. So he did.
He has never done anything so reckless and stupid in his life. That's why when he pulls away, he panicked and started running to back to Brooklyn, ignoring the fact that he's returning pie-less.
Blair Waldorf was sleeping not-so-peacefully when she felt something on her lips.
She snapped her eyes open and saw the back of a boy running away. A familiar feeling erupted inside of her and she knows it's the boy. The Boy From The Steps!
"Wa-wait!" she called after him but he didn't turn around. "What's your name...?"
He slowed down again when he can't see her anymore. He heard her call after him but she's one of those rich kid. She'll probably sue him for molestation or something.
"Ugh. I left my jacket again."
The Thanksgiving after this, when he sees his pie fly off the street after saving a certain drunk, blonde girl, he wonders,
"Why the hell does this keep happening to me?"
II
Blair Waldorf is carefully treading through the ballroom. This time the eyes weren't on her.
She adjusted her mask and continued walking. When she finally decided to sit down she just looks at the people dancing and chatting around her.
This is just perfect. She meant it... really... no sarcasm.
She needed a break, a break from being Blair Waldorf. Even if everyone thinks she's perfect, now isn't a great time to be herself. With Serena, her supposedly "bestfriend" disappearing somewhere, and her father running off with a model, a male model (yeah, you really can't just say it without the male part), who could blame her?
She was sitting alone, drink in hand when a person stirred up right beside her. She just looked at her feet and ignored him, hoping he would too. All hope was diminished when he slips a a paper to her view.
You okay?
"Yes I am." She said sternly, no way was she letting anyone know how fucked-up she was right now.
No you aren't.
"What do you care?" she snaps.
Because you have my jackets.
Wait... it's him? He goes to St. Judes?
Her head snaps up, only to be met by his lips on hers. She felt something familiar stir up in the pit of her stomach.
When he pulls away, she kept her eyes closed, letting everything get to her. She wished she didn't, because when she opened her eyes he was gone.
I'm sorry. I just really needed that.
-D
Dan Humphrey was running away from the party, ripping off his mask from his face.
"This is the last time..." he mutters to himself.
This is the last time because he knows who she is now.
Because he knows where he stands with Blair Waldorf.
Because he's just Dan Humphrey.
III
She knows she shouldn't be in here doing... doing this. Here being the bathroom, and this meaning purging whatever there is that used to be in her stomach.
And he knows he shouldn't be in there doing that. There being the foot of Blair's bathroom door, and that referring to deciding wether or not he should talk to Blair when he was supposed to be with Serena Van der Woodsen. (Yes, someone, somewhere, up there, thought it would be funny to make Serena and Blair bestfriends.)
But when he heard strange noises coming from the other side of the door, he knows he wants to break it down. Still, knowing that Blair hates him (and he's a little scared too), he settles for slipping something under the door.
When nothing comes out of her mouth anymore, she leans against the door, still feeling horrible about herself. She's crying her eyes out when she sees a note slip from underneath the door.
You okay?
Her heart started to race or pound or whatever it usually does in the movies and books. But having learned the hard way, she knows not to get her hopes up.
"Who are you...?" She asks shakily. When there was no reply, more tears started to fall down her face. She knew it was too good to be true, but she's been waiting for him for a long time. "Would you please leave me alone! Go away!"
Oh sorry. You can keep the jackets.
He was getting up when the door opened slightly and a shaky voice came through.
"Wait. Please... stay."
He sat down, with his back against the door.
I'm sorry, I can't say who I am.
"Why not?" She poked her head out, trying to get a glimpse of what he looked like.
He immediently covered her eyes with his hand and kissed her. He tasted tears and pain.
When they pulled away, she found herself facing the bathroom wall again. In her hand was another note.
Because I wasn't supposed to do that. But I want to help, really. Please tell me what's wrong.
So she does, starting from never being good enough to her mom, always coming in second to Serena, to always needing to be in control.
She watches as small peices of paper slip inside, words of comfort filling it. It makes half of her feel better and the other half wonder, Where the hell does he get those papers?.
When she finishes, she sticks out a hand to him and was relieved when she felt him take it.
After a few seconds of silence she hears his voice for the first time.
Don't turn away. Dry your eyes, dry your eyes.
She squeezes his hand tighter.
Don't be afraid. Keep it all inside, all inside.
Her eyes close.
When you fall apart. Dry your eyes, dry your eyes.
She lets his voice fill her head.
Life is always hard... for the Belle of the Boulevard.
By the time she realized she fell asleep, she was already in her bed. She looked around for him. Nothing.
Then she realized he left her something.
He walks through the loft holding his breath, hopefully they didn't notice.
"And... where's your jacket?"
IV
Four Times Blair Waldorf and Dan Humphrey Kissed and One Time She Knew It Was Him.
He followed her that one night. The night Chuck Bass decided to leave her. Even if he has given up on partying, the Bass business has consumed him this time. It seems that she's just a distraction to him now. She's never comes first, both of them realized.
She runs. She runs away, hoping he would follow her, but not expecting it. Instead, that night, Humphrey chases her and breaks her and picks up the peices and tries to put it back together. So she kisses him that night, and the memories (you know... the one said above) started flooding back to her brain. It was him. Then, she suddenly wants him, because of all the times he's been there for her. Then she hates him, for all the time he wasn't.
She finds herself being confused again, so this time, she runs from him, this time, in a cab, so this time, no one could chase her and break her and pick up the peices and try to put it back together.
The next time she sees Humphrey, she wasn't in the most stable condition. (No thanks to a certain Georgina Sparks, and whatever brand of cheap beer they have in those red cups. Not really her usual drink, but still has the same effect, nonetheless.) She spots him, obviously from the same party, but not completely drunk.
She finds herself in his dorm room (which she later finds out was her fault), listening to him sing to her like he did a few years ago. It was enough to make her cry about that Basstard all-over again, but she knew he didn't break her, because she already was.
But when she finds herself wrapped in his arms just a few second later, she's sure he's picking up the peices and putting it back together.
V
Well it seems that our former Queen B and not-so-lonely boy doesn't really care about the messages sent to them by a certain blogger.
That would be great... if they were the only ones who got the texts.
Wonder how S took this...
Thank you for reading... Please review.