Title: Their Side of the Story
Author: Isabelle
Word Count: 3,899
Rating: PG
Summary: This is just an idea that came to me when people became interested in the story of Holly Bass, the fictional daughter of Chuck & Blair in my Time for Drabbles, and her guy Alexander "Lex" Sparks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck or Blair but the rest of the characters are mine.
A/N: This is really not meant to be taken seriously but I also became interested in the young couple so I wrote this. If you want to leave feedback you're welcomed to, I don't expect it because I know everyone's heart is C/B! But for those of you interested, here it is!
Note: These are like drabbles all pieced together; at times there's gaps in between and moments have passed between them, I just attempted to capture the meaningful scenes.
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She hated walking by the fountain in front of the school. She hated it. Usually it wasn't that bad because Jonathan was walking next to her so all they would do was stare but this time, with Jonathan being in Greece, she was stuck walking by herself until she could find Priscilla and Esther.
As she turned the corner she raised her head just a little bit and she felt his eyes immediately fall in her. They burned into her and she disliked the way he made her feel. As she approached the fountain she heard them stop talking and she set her eyebrows.
"Looking lonely there, Bass," he sneered.
She ignored him as she walked swiftly past him. Of course, he followed her and kept up with her quick pace.
"Where's your boy-toy, pretty?" he asked and she glared at him.
"Are there no girls left in Manhattan? I'm sure you must keep a grueling schedule," she quipped and he smirked.
"I have one right here. Say 3 o'clock?" he began walking backwards, looking her over.
"Sure! At the usually spot? Corner of in your dreams and never?" She said, refusing to look at him.
"I don't know where all this hostility comes from but I must admit it makes you sexier, if that was possible." he continued.
"Sparks," she said calmly, stopping her stride and glaring up at him. "Let me know if English is hard for you, because I can repeat it in French or Spanish. Go to hell. Ok?"
He chuckled, watching her walk away.
"See you around, pretty."
--
"Why are you hiding here?"
She turned sharply to look at him; her face was red and angry. She wiped her tears, attempting to hide them.
"Please leave."
He ignored her and sat next to her on the couch. She scooted away from him.
"You have a fantastic party going on in there and you're sitting in here crying?"
"I'm not crying, you obtuse idiot!" she snapped.
He took out his handkerchief and held it out for her. She took it after a minute.
"Why are you here?" she asked quietly.
"I have a confession," he said.
"I'm not a priest." She stated.
"Though shit, so shut up and listen," he said calmly. She glared at him.
"Can you not look at me that way? Be passive, since after I tell you what I have to tell you you're going to really glare at me."
"Sparks," she warned, blue eyes narrowing.
"I…" he sighed and scratched his head. "I was the one who told Phyllis about Bazien kissing Cindy."
She blanched.
"I thought you should've known what he was doing…" he looked down unable to stare at her. "But we're not exactly best pals so I had to get creative…"
"You made a fool out of me," she said quietly and the sadness in her voice made him flinch.
"Holly, I-"
"Please don't talk to me ever again," she said calmly, stood up and left him alone with her smell.
--
"Holly!" He cried after her. "Holly Bass!"
She stopped waving her hand, looking for a cab and turned sharply to him.
"What do you want?" she asked, with almost resignation in her voice.
"I want to explain!" he said, coat billowing around him and hair frazzled.
"Explain what?" her temper flared. "I though we were getting along, I though we were even becoming friends, I thought- I don't know what I thought but suddenly there, for a moment, I thought you were becoming a decent human being instead of this desperate guy looking to get laid at every possible moment!" she shouted. "I cannot believe I let you bring me here only to show me off like one of your whores-"
And then he kissed her. He kissed her like she'd never been kissed before. He cupped her face as his tongue invaded her mouth, making the hairs in her arms stand on end and making her forget her name. He definitely knew what he was doing.
He pulled away and continued to hold on to her face, just gazing at her with those stormy blue eyes.
"I've wanted to do that since we were six-years old, pretty" he whispered, touching her cheek.
Her eyes were wide as he dropped his hands. And she hit him. Hard, across his face. He looked at her in shock.
"How dare you!" she shouted and turned around, confused and perhaps dizzy.
"Holly," he tried, going after her.
"You stay away from me, you hear me?" she was so upset (or emotionally confused) that a traitorous tear fell from her eye. "You know I'm vulnerable, you know I'm still upset because of Jonathan and you-" she was trying to find something bad enough to call him. "You take advantage of me, kissing me like that and – god, I need a cab!"
She got her wish when a cab finally pulled over and she quickly walked to it but he stood in her way, holding the door, preventing her from getting in.
"What's got you more upset, Bass? The fact that I kissed you or the fact that you liked it?" he glared at her.
Her nostrils flared. "Would you like another slap?"
"Answer the question, pretty!" he demanded.
"Don't call me 'pretty'!" she said, repulsed.
He smirked.
"So you liked it?" he asked.
"Lex," she said warningly. "If you do not leave me a lone I swear to god I will shout 'rape'."
He eyed her carefully, her features were set but her cheeks were bright red and her lips were swollen, lipstick smudged. He slowly got out of her way and opened the door for her, like the gentleman he was raised to be.
"I hate you," she sneered and then shut the door in his face. She ignored his blatant enjoyment of her anger and the way he took pleasure in removing the traces of lipstick from his lips. She was never wearing red lipstick again. Ever.
--
"What are you doing here?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Don't you ever wonder why half of our conversations start this way?" she asked giving him a small smile, holding her purse in her hands and giving him a timid look he'd never seen.
"No. Not anymore, Bass." He replied and motioned for the bartender to fill him up.
She took a seat next to him and eyed him with those wide blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said finally.
"What are you doing here?" he asked again.
"You were right about Jonathan. I wanted you to know," she said softly. "You were right about a lot of things. I also wanted you to know that."
"I don't really care what it is you wanted me to know." He said and his voice was cold.
"I said I was sorry." She said, her temper rising along with her desperate sadness.
"I said I didn't care."
"Is this how you want it? You want me to hate you?" her voice waivered slightly and she cursed herself.
"I thought you already did," and he looked at her, calm and steady. Emotionless. She nodded, lowering her eyes and walked away.
He downed his next drink and asked for another.
--
"Lex?" her voice was filled with horror and he cursed, turning away.
"Get the fuck out!" he shouted.
"No," she came nearer as he hid in the darkness.
"I said get-"
"I said no!" she shouted over his voice.
They both stared at each other and then he quickly looked away. She put her purse down and took off her shoes, letting the carpet in between her toes.
She turned on the light next to the bar and he flinched. She held back her gasp of horror at seeing his face by taking a sharp breath. He flinched.
She slowly walked to where he was sitting and knelt by his legs. She took one foot and carefully removed his shoe as he looked down at her with such an intense gaze that it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She did the same for the other foot.
Then she took off his socks and stood, grabbed some ice from the small refrigerator and put it in a napkin to sit next to him.
He stared at her as she gently dabbed the ice on his swollen eye.
"Why are you here?" he asked quietly, eyeing her.
"I can't seem to explain the places life leads me to these days." She said after a moment.
He winced as she pressed on his eye.
"So you don't know?" he asked. She stopped what she was doing and looked down at her hands.
"What you said to me… that night," she looked at him. "After you…"
"Kissed you?" he helped her.
"Yes. About wanting to have done that since we were six." She wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Did I mean it?" he asked, studying her.
She finally looked at him, wide blue eyes and brown curls framing her face. She nodded.
"I've never lied to you, have I, pretty?"
She slowly shook her head.
"Why?" he asked, turning from her and taking a drink of his whiskey.
"Because," she started slowly. "If you would've done it. If you would've done it, when we were six, I mean."
He nodded.
"I would've let you."
He turned and looked at her. "Why?"
"Because of the way you look at me." She whispered.
And then she kissed him, softly, like a butterfly kiss and then pulled back, looking at his face. She then kissed his bruised cheek, ever so carefully and full of compassion and care. She leaned back and saw him staring at her in wonder.
"What about Bazien?" he whispered. "Love of you life? Keeper of your soul?"
"My soul is not his to keep," she stated, softly playing with the rebellious curl that fell over his forehead. "And he doesn't call me 'pretty'." She smirked when he pulled her on top of him and kissed her.
--
"So why don't you ever go home?" she smiled as he kissed her.
"I'd rather be here, thanks," he stole another kiss as she let out a laugh.
"You can't be with me always, my father might murder you," she smirked, kissing his neck and he moaned.
"I like your father," he held her closer, enjoying her breast pressed against his shirt.
"I'm sure he won't share the sentiment," she smiled.
"Can we not talk about your father when we make out?" he pleaded then gasped when she took his earlobe in her mouth.
"Why Sparks?" she whispered huskily.
"Get a room!"
They pulled apart to see Priscilla watching them and rolling her eyes; the rest of the school body was staring, taking pictures and snickering. From the corner of her eye she saw Jonathan watching them with such anger that she had to look away.
"I have to go to class," he sighed and kissed her forehead.
"No," she complained, burying herself in his arms.
"Yes," he smiled and kissed her again.
They stopped when a shadow fell over them.
"Bazien," Lex greeted, his jaw twitching.
"Nice bruise, Sparks." Jonathan said, sparing Holly a glance. "Hope daddy didn't leave you whimpering this time."
Lex reacted and lashed out, punching Jonathan square in the jaw.
"Lex!" Holly cried, pulling him back. "Stop it, you'll get suspended!"
Jonathan looked at Lex and smirked. "Mrs. Collier, I think he broke my nose!" Jonathan suddenly clutched his nose, bending at the waist.
Lex and Holly turned to find a red-faced Mrs. Collier staring at Lex in horror.
"Mr. Sparks! This is the last straw, you are out of here!"
--
"Lex?" Holly answered her phone, anxiously. "Where are you? I've been worried and I've been calling you-"
"Meet me at our place." His voice was quiet and low and it chilled her.
"I thought you were coming to the party," she asked.
"Meet me at our place," he repeated and hung up.
She quickly told Priscilla that she was going to leave and ignored the girls' groans as she left the party and took a cab.
She found their place pretty quickly, that bench by the swings in Central Park. The place where they had first met. Him with one of his many nannies and her with her mother.
He was sitting on the bench, head resting on his hands as he bent over his knees.
"Lex?"
He didn't look up at her.
She slowly took a seat next to him, looking over him, worriedly.
"I got suspended," he said slowly. His voice was muffled.
"I figured," she said, touching his back. "How did your mom take it?"
"She was drunk or high. I can't tell anymore." He still hid in his hands.
"Lex," she tried, grabbing on to his hand. He let her pull him up and she gasped.
He looked away, twitching his jaw.
"I've had worse."
"Was Jonathan right?" she asked quietly, confused as to how a father could do this. Even a stepfather.
Lex didn't say anything but stared straight ahead.
"Look, we used to be friends, ok? Me and Bazien. Before… before high school. And yeah – one day I went to him because I didn't really have anyone else. I made him swear not to say anything."
Holly looked down and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers.
"It's just when he's drunk. Drunk and angry. He usually doesn't even remember." Lex said quietly. 'I usually tell him I got into a fight the next morning."
Holly bit back tears. His right eye was completely swollen and turning an angry shade of purple, his nose was bleeding and his lip an angry red color.
"Why did you and Jonathan stop being friends?" she asked.
Lex looked away and she saw once more his jaw twitch.
"Because I could no longer be his 'boy'." She noted an angry mark in his voice.
"You mean cover up for him? Help him make out with other girls while I waited for him at home?"
"Something like that."
"Why?" she inquired and he looked away.
"Because I realized that I loved you and I told him so."
Holly's eyes were wide and she sat there, mouth opened.
"You guys stopped talking back in 7th grade."
"I was hoping it would fade. The being in love with you part." Lex said, having an almost wistful look on his face. "It hasn't faded. I've tried. Believe me, I've tried. Been with dozens of girls, kissed hundreds of lips."
Holly slowly smiled. "What's wrong with these girls?"
He shrugged. "None of them are you."
"Alexander Sparks," Holly smirked. "I've tainted you."
"Sure have," he pulled her to him and she settled into his embrace.
"Come to my house," she said after a moment. "Don't go back home and don't go to your hotel room."
Lex chuckled. "I don't think so, pretty."
"My mom would understand, really, you don't know her. She has a soft spot for bad boys."
Lex shook his head. "No, Holly."
"I don't want you to go back there, please," she pleaded, squeezing his hand.
"That's my house."
"But it's not a home!" she pulled away from him.
"I don't know what a home is, ok?" he cried, and looked away. "Do you know what it's like to be seven years old and have to clean the vomit off your mother's face because she can't even manage to do that? Have you ever had to take her to the hospital because you're pretty sure she's overdosed?"
Holly was now attempting to hold back her tears. It was not working.
"No you don't! Because everyone knows your parents have been in love with each other since forever and everyone talks about how they never got nannies and how they took care of you all," he spat out. "Not all of us have that, ok? Some of us don't even know who our real fucking father is, ok?"
He saw her frightened face and signed, running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry," he said finally. "I didn't mean to take it out on you."
"I think you're brave," she said finally and he looked at her, confused. "You're right. I've always had my parents to protect me. Maybe this is my way of attempting to protect one that I love in return."
He looked at her dazed.
"One you love?"
"One I love."
"You love me, Holly Bass?"
She nodded and kissed him.
They did show up at her house hours later when he was finally brave enough to go.
--
She slipped into his room around 6am, once she was sure her parents were asleep. He stirred when she sunk in the bed next to him. His good eye opened when he felt her warm hand close around his.
"Holly?"
"I missed you," she said as a way of explanation.
"Thank you," he said finally.
"You're welcomed." She smiled and kissed him lightly, settling her head on his shoulder.
"Do you think you can find true love in high school?" he asked quietly.
"My parents did." She reasoned.
"If you stay here with me, will you father attempt to shoot me in the morning?" he asked and she smiled.
"Nah, my dad is late riser; mom will find us and cover up. Or Dorota will warn her."
He chuckled and soon they were asleep.
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"I'm pretty sure your father wants to kill me," he whispered to her as they waited for Blair to walk out of the house. Chuck stared them down from the door as the two teenagers talked.
"I'm pretty sure he also thinks so," Holly agreed, smiling at her father giving him a wave. "But don't worry, he won't do anything."
"How can you be so sure?" he tugged at his lilac bow-tie.
"Because of my mom. Even my Grandpa Bass says she calms him. He said to me once that he didn't really meet his son until he fell in love with my mother."
During the limo ride Lex tried to ignore the way Chuck looked at him, glaring every so often. He didn't even dare hold Holly's hand for fear of it being amputated.
As they danced he felt lighter than he'd felt in ages, he was so distracted that he didn't see Bazien coming out of left field and punching him. All of the years of defending himself against his stepfather kicked in and he was able to get three good hits before he was pulled apart. He was surprised as hell to see Chuck grab Jonathan and roughly hand him over to Mr. Bazien. Chuck growled something to Mr. Bazien about keeping Jonathan's hands off Holly and then threatening to have him disappear.
Lex stood staring at him in wonder.
When Chuck turned to him and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the dance floor he was sure he was going to have to fight him also.
He was of course surprised when he pulled out a cigarette once they were outside and offered him one. He took it gratefully.
"I ruined my wife's cotillion," Chuck confessed to him. "It was the first time we broke up."
"You broke up? More than once?"
"Dozens of times," Chuck replied and took a long drag from his cigarette. "Just to keep things interesting, you know?"
Lex ventured a little. "You're a legend, you know?"
Chuck cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Your parties, your women, guys still talk about it." He confessed. "I'm going to even admit that you're my idol."
"Is that why you're with my daughter?" he asked and there was something dark in his features.
Lex compulsively shook his head. "No, sir."
"Trust me when I say you're not going to understand this now, because you're simply not." Chuck said. "But if you hurt my little girl I will hunt you down and possibly kill you. You get me?"
Lex nodded vigorously and gulped.
"Now go find her before it takes her six months to forgive you like her mother did to me."
Lex studied him for a moment. "Trust me when I say you're not going to understand this now, because you're simply not. But they've got you pegged wrong. Really wrong. And I'm kinda glad."
And Lex walked away, tossing his cigarette and feeling Chuck's eyes boring into his back.
--
That night he finally had Holly. Really had her. Because she gave herself to him and in many ways she was his first.
Hours later, legs twisted together and sweat still on their skin she laughed softly.
"What, pretty?" he asked, confused.
"I'm glad it was you," she told him.
And he had to admit that he agreed.
--
"Stop!" He heard her voice and he looked out the window, alarmed.
"Stop the plane!" he cried, unbuckling his seat belt and ignoring his grandfather's angered face. "Stop the plane!"
"Sit down, Alexander!" the old man cried out.
"No!" he stated, standing up to his full height. "I have to at least say goodbye!"
"Alexande-"
"I love her!" he cried and the old man blanched.
"You're too young!" his grandfather said.
"Yeah, that's what everyone keeps telling us," he said and jumped out the plane and to the runway.
She was standing there, drenched from the rain, her eyes red and all her mascara running down her cheeks. She was shivering and looking absolutely lost.
"You said you loved me," she yelled at him. "You said it, you damn bastard!"
Her father stood behind her, in a bright orange rain coat and leaning against the limo door giving him the darkest look he had ever seen.
Lex ignored Chuck and walked to Holly.
"I have no choice. That much has been made clear." He told her softly. Only for her ears.
Her lower lip trembled.
"I don't want you to go," she admitted and he pulled her against him as she cried into his chest.
He felt his heart was breaking and he cursed the day when he fell in love with her. Because then there would be no tears. It would just be a 'Alexander Sparks moved, oh well'.
"I don't want to go, pretty." he murmured against her hair.
"Then stay, stay with me. Stay for us," she said, looking at him desperately.
He touched her face and gave her a strained smile. "If you end up… you know, dating someone else I won't get mad. I promise. Just don't kiss him too much, you know?"
"You stupid idiot," she whispered and kissed him.
He looked back as he boarded the plane again and saw her crying in her father's arms.
--
When she showed up at his door that hot summer day in a simple white cotton dress with a few bags behind her he felt his heart give a faint hope.
"What happened to Jake?" he asked, leaning back on the door frame.
She took off her sunglasses and smirked at him. She looked grown up and decided. He admitted that he liked it. It was a definite turn on.
"Poor thing, had no idea what he was doing," she said flippantly, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.
"So you want me for the sex then?" he asked, raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, the sex was not bad," she admitted, taking off her gloves calmly.
"I don't appreciate being used like this, you know."
"I hate to do that to you, darling, but considering the fact that I just blew off Summer in Monaco and left my parents with nothing but a note I should think I would get a better reception."
"I though you would've forgotten about poor little Lex, the boy who basically loved you all of his life." He enjoyed the way she attempted to hide a smile.
"The jealous boyfriend act looks good on you, Sparks," she quipped.
"Can't be jealous of what's not yours."
"Good point," she said and turned, signaling for the driver to reload her bags.
He moved forward, grabbed her hips and turned her to face him. "Are you?"
"Am I what?" she demanded, mouth set and eyes narrowed.
"Mine," he said.
Her eyes softened a bit and she let herself lean into his embrace.
"What do you think?" she asked, resting her hands on his upper arms.
"I don't know. Pictures of you and some Vanderbilt gave me indigestion." He admitted.
"You said I could date other people!" she fumed, attempting to dislodge him. "And you're one to talk! Samantha, Parker, Johanna – I could name a few, you know!"
"Stop fighting me!" he demanded.
"Then stop touching me!" she snapped.
"Why are you here?"
"Are we back to that?" she asked, fight-face in place.
"Why are you here, pretty?" he repeated, eyes boring into her.
"Did you like any of them?" she finally asked.
"No," he admitted, pulling her closer.
"No?" she inquired.
"No." he repeated.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because none of them tasted like you," he whispered and then he kissed her.
He did marry her, of course, years later. I mean, what else what he supposed to do?
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The End
I'm pretty sure they lived happily ever after, like Chuck & Blair.
Have a good one, everyone!