"What are you doing here?" Chuck spat, looking at the brown haired boy lounging in a red armchair.
"Blair texted me." Nate replied coolly as Chuck closed the door. "What are you doing here?"
"Why not ask Blair?" Chuck shot back.
The door to the study opened again and this time Blair entered, clutching her phone tightly in one hand.
"What's going on, Blair? I thought you wanted to talk to me." Nate asked, holding up his phone.
"I wanted to talk to both of you." She said, wringing her phone. She stood in front of the two of them, obviously nervous. "You both know I just got out of a relationship. And then today, you asked me to choose between the two of you."
"So you called us both here so you could crush one of us and have the other enjoy it?" Chuck asked, eyebrows raised.
Blair shook her head. "Let me continue. I can't choose between the two of you because I like you both. I want us to date."
"You want us to..share you?" Nate asked.
"I'm not your toy, Waldorf. You can't string me along like this." Chuck protested.
"This is your opportunity to fight for me. Take it or leave it." Blair said finally. She stood there nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to another.
Nate stood up, shoulders set. "I hope you know I'm not going to play fair." With that, he left the room.
Chuck jammed his hands in his pockets, thinking. "Waldorf, what's your purpose for doing this?"
She sighed. "I like you both, okay?"
"Fine. Well as Nathaniel said, I'm not playing fair either, difference is, I'm playing to win."
--
Dan sat at his desk, tapping a pen gently against his notebook. It was around 1 in the morning and Serena was asleep on his bed, naked save for the sheet that covered her lithe body.
He flipped through the notebook, pausing when he saw something he had scrawled a few months ago. He looked at the poem, restraining a laugh. Roses are red, violets are blue. Blair, I think I'm falling in love with you.
He was such a lovesick poet then, thinking that the brunette was one of the best things that happened to him. So much for that. He uncapped his pen, turning the page to write the date. Then it started. The torrent of words he had inside of him ever since he and Serena had been together were now unleashed onto paper.
Ten pages later, he flipped back to the one with Blair's poem, mentally comparing that with what he had just written. Satisfied, he dropped the pen on top of the notebook, crawling into bed next to Serena. He held her tight, breathing her in. She was the one person he'd never want to stop being with.
Hours later, when the sun had risen and the birds awakened, Serena's eyes opened, smiling as she saw the man next to her. Kissing the top of his head affectionately, she slid away from him, walking over to his closet. She opened it carefully, trying to keep quiet and pulled out one of his hooded sweatshirts, pulling it over her head. One of the many things she loved about sleeping with Dan was that she could take his clothes, which smelled exactly like him. It was as if he were always with her.
She hugged herself, engulfing herself in Dan's smell as she sat down in his desk chair, spinning once just for the hell of it. She stopped, facing his desk. She looked down at the notebook in front of her, disregarding what happened the last time she went through his desk. One look at the notebook and her heart broke.
She fought the tears pricking her eyes and picked up his Montblanc pen, scribbling something under what he had written. She picked up his notebook and threw it at his sleeping head before running out and into her room, slamming the door shut as the tears overcame her.
Dan groaned, rubbing his head. He looked around, confused. Finally he picked up the notebook, surprised to see Serena's shaky handwriting across the page.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm breaking up with you.
Fuck. She saw the other poem.
--
"Blair," Nate said, knocking lightly on her door. "Its me."
The door opened and she stood in front of him, a smile on her lips. "Hey Nate."
"Hey, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go on like a picnic with me?" He held up the picnic basket, a bashful grin on his face.
"Sure, let me just get dressed." She closed the door again and a happy grin spread over Nate's face.
He leaned against the wall, eyebrows arching as Chuck came out of his room.
"Nathaniel."
"Charles."
"I'm almost afraid to ask, but what are you doing with a picnic basket? Planning a date with your poptarts?" Chuck sneered, bringing his tumbler to his lips.
"Actually, I've got a date with Blair. Have fun with your scotch." He said just as Blair came out, perfectly dressed.
"Oh hey Chuck."
"Blair," he smirked.
"Come on Blair, let's go." Nate reached for hand, leading her outside.
