"Go away!" Blair screamed from under her covers. She could feel the sunlight beating into the room, making it impossible to sleep. And of course, there was the persistent knocking coming from the other side of the door.

After Chuck had left, Blair had resorted to the wallowing that only a teenage girl can do. She climbed into her silk pajamas, locked the door, removed her makeup, and crawled into the huge light blue bed that was beginning to become a security blanket to her.

The knocking had stopped, leaving the room in an eerie silence. Blair could hear her soft heartbeat over the chirping birds outside, and even the sound of the ocean that traveled from the backyard. Pleased, Blair pulled the covers back over her head and tried to sleep until she heard the sound of a lock clicking.

"Blair," a soft, high voice called out. "Are you in there?"

"No," Blair answered, feeling immediately grumpy by the visitor.

A musical laugh followed the comment, and then the mattress sank lower on the right hand side of the bed. "What happened to a lady never sleeping past nine?"

"What time is it?"

"Noon. Since when have you even slept past eight?"

Blair groaned and pulled the covers away from her face. "Why the hell is it always so bright here?"

"Hun, you're on the ocean. It's supposed to be bright. Now, get up! We're going to have fun!"

"Fun?" Blair asked, incredulously. "I don't want to have fun. I want to wallow."

"Wallowing's not fun, B," Serena stated like it was a well known fact. "You need to have fun. It's summer."

"I don't want to have fun," Blair said again. "Chuck came here last night."

Serena froze. "Here?"

"Yes. Here."

"Why?"

"Because he's pathetic, I don't know."

"What did he say?"

"I don't care. He's just on a mission to ruin my life," Blair sighed, sitting up on the bed.

"Well, we have to stop him," Serena replied.

"S, he's so lame, he's not going to get far. He just thinks that I'll run back into his arms whenever he asks for it." Blair stretched out her arms and put on her slippers. "Where's Nate?"

"Oh, B," Serena said, her tone sympathetic. "Nate went home."

Blair froze. "What the hell? Why?"

"His mom needed him," Serena said, her eyes focused out the window. "He told me to tell you that he'll call whenever he gets home, but it was urgent."

Blair rolled her eyes. "Leave it to Nate to run away."

"B, that's not fair," Serena disagreed. "You don't know what it's about."

"When did he leave?"

"I don't know, about nine?"

"And he should have been in the city about an hour ago. I have no missed calls," Blair pointed out, pointing at her cell phone. "Ugh, I should have known!"

"Known what?" Serena asked, draping an arm around Blair.

"History repeats itself! Whenever Nate and I get, well, serious, he decides that he doesn't know what he wants and freaks out! Leaving me alone!"

Blair was yelling now, kicking random pieces of furniture. "ERGH! I'm just so pissed!"

Serena nodded her head sympathetically. "Maybe it really was something big, Blair."

"Serena, open your eyes! God, doesn't your fantasy world get old after awhile," Blair snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest. Serena's face fell after her retort, and Blair immediately felt ashamed. "I'm sorry, S, I didn't mean to say that."

Serena stood up. "You know what, Blair? I try so hard to be there for you whenever you have a problem, but I'm sick of it. If you want to be friends, make more of an effort, but I'm out."

Blair stood dumbfounded by the window. Serena had never actually reacted to one of Blair's snarky remarks before. Did she expect Blair to run after her? Is that what Blair was supposed to do?

Eventually, Blair went to Serena's room. The door was ajar, and after a quick scan, Blair realized that Serena definitely wasn't in the room, or even in the house. She sighed and picked up her cell phone. Serena wasn't answering to her calls now, either. "Wonderful," Blair muttered. "This day is just going to be wonderful."

She managed to get dressed and put on a decently applied face of makeup. She had no idea what she was going to do for the day. She could sit around and wait for Serena to show up again, like she would 

inevitably have to do. She could sit around and stare at her cell phone waiting for Nate to call (if he ever did). Or, she could go out.

After a moment's consideration, Blair decided to go out. After calling a taxi she gathered her phone, wallet, and hair tie. When she heard a series of short honks, she flew down the stairs and into the waiting taxi.

"Where do you want to go, lady," the driver asked, chewing loudly on his gum. Blair held back a grimace and shrugged.

"Whitehouse."

It's a short chapter, I apologize. I need more things to write about, I'm having serious writer's block lately. Just leave it in a review or message, I don't care. Thank you :)