A/N: Hello lovely readers! Thank you so much for your patience with this chapter. I hoped to have posted it earlier in October, but unfortunately a few things in my personal life required attention. Thank you to all of the reviewers for your feedback! I appreciate the feedback from each and every one of you. Without further ado, read on and enjoy!

Chapter 32: There's Something About Ozzy

I bet you're wondering what Gossip Girl is doing up so early on a Sunday morning. Truth is, it seems like some of our favourite UES'ers didn't go to bed last night. Why waste precious time dreaming when you can spend the night with passion? Take E for example. After making an appearance at the party last night, it seems her Valentine's Day with D ran into the early morning. And thanks to Jessie4x234 we have proof. Haven't you ever heard of the walk of shame, E?

As the sun began to climb up the horizon of skyscrapers, Evelyn briskly stomped the concrete sidewalks towards the Van der Woodsen and Bass Penthouse. It was moments after eight, and Evelyn walked as fast as she could from Dash's house to Park Avenue, which was no short distance by foot. Her eyes were dark and puffy from a lack of sleep, and her adrenaline was at an all-time high after finding Ozzy's body unconscious and sprawled on the staircase.

Evelyn replayed the scene in her head. In the moment, she had felt numbness, disbelief even. She walked down the stairs to see Dash trying to shake Ozzy awake. He groaned in response, but remained still. His limbs were stiff and cold, but Evelyn insisted she help Dash carry him to his room. They clothed him and forced him to sit up in his bed. Evelyn demanded Dash to get him water and forced Ozzy to drink at least one glass. Ozzy nodded off soon after. Dash suggested that they let him sleep it off, but Evelyn refused. She made sure Ozzy was on his side and checked to see if he was breathing properly. Then she pulled up Ozzy's desk chair and took a seat. As she monitored him, she became consumed with worry over how he got into that state in the first place.

She continued to march against the cold wind, her hands balling into fists. It was a winter that would not let up. It wasn't snowing, but the wind pierced through her coat, and her teeth chattered. Despite the cold, Evelyn continued to wrack her head to figure out if something was wrong with Ozzy. He didn't seem too drunk at the party, and he seemed to be in a decent headspace when they'd run into each other at school. Come to think of it, she hadn't really seen much of him lately. Dash always told her that he was busy with swim practice, and she was usually with Dash or Eric.

Evelyn dug her phone out of her pocket and dialled a number. She knew it was unreasonably early, but she needed to talk to someone, anyone.

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered.

"Jenny," Evelyn said. Relief flooded through her to know that Jenny picked up the phone.

"What's going on?" Jenny said while stifling a yawn.

"I'm walking home right now from Dash's."

"This early?" Jenny said.

"Yes. I have to be back for brunch—it's a thing we do on Sunday's now, and I know I'm going to get it when I come home as to where I was last night, and if anyone asks, I stayed over at your place last night."

"Okay, sure." Evelyn heard sheets rustling in the background. "Did something happen last night?"

"No, well yes. I met up with Dash for our Valentine's Day thing, and it was really late, so I just stayed over because I was too tired to go home. Then, we heard this huge thud sound, and it turns out it was Ozzy, completely passed out."

"Oh my God. Is he okay?"

Evelyn halted at the stop light and sighed. "That's the thing. I have no idea. He wasn't responsive for a couple minutes. I suggested that we take him to the hospital at first, but then he came to. He was breathing fine and everything, but I couldn't sleep at all. I just watched him all night. Jenny, I'm really worried. Something just wasn't right, but I-I just don't know."

"Was he awake when you left?"

"No. Still passed out. I told Dash to call me when he woke up. I told him to keep watching him."

"I'm sure it was just him having a few drinks too many. I didn't really see him much last night, but I'm sure if he's breathing okay and has been responsive since you woke him up, he'll be okay," Jenny said.

Evelyn's brows knitted together. "I really hope you're right. Honestly, it just kind of scared me. I mean, I had no idea he did this kind of thing…well I did, but not to this degree. Do you think this is a sign that something's wrong?"

"Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Maybe he just wanted to let loose? Maybe he took it too far?"

"Too far?" Evelyn said. "Is too far a ticket to the hospital?"

"This isn't too uncommon for most of our classmates, Evelyn."

Evelyn felt beneath her coat for her locket. She moved it from side to side on the chain. "You're right. But I know Ozzy, and something about this doesn't feel right. I wish I could have stayed longer, but I just needed to get out of there too." Evelyn thought that because she left so early, she could sneak into her room and change out of her clothes. Maybe she'd even have time for a hot shower. It might help clear her mind.

Evelyn turned into the courtyard of her building and said, "Jenny, I gotta go. Wish me luck."

"Godspeed," Jenny said. "Let me know how it goes."

Evelyn hung up the phone and pushed through the revolving doors. She nodded at Dexter, knowing she was guilty as charged for coming home this early, and continued to the elevators. She had no energy to feel any shame or embarrassment from Dexter.

It was fine. Ozzy was fine. She was going to be fine. Everything was going to work itself out. All she had to do was get through the morning, an uncomfortable brunch, and if she could swing it, she could fit in a much-needed nap.

When the elevator doors parted, Evelyn stepped into the penthouse. She inhaled the smell of cinnamon, and Evelyn assumed it meant Ina had arrived to start the prep for brunch. The smell soothed her, and she wondered if Ina had made cinnamon rolls. That would definitely be something to make her feel better.

Evelyn turned the corner and saw that she was not the only person awake. Her father and Lily sat at the kitchen table, both reading the paper and drank coffee. Her father looked up at her and Evelyn felt his cold gaze on her, and she knew what was coming.

Without him saying a word, Evelyn knew that the time had come. Her father was ready to talk.

Chuck woke up with an incredibly prominent hard on. After last night, he wasn't surprised that he was ready for more. He stretched his arms above his head and grinned. At least he didn't have to tend to this himself. He opened his eyes and felt warm sheets beside him. He looked from left to right. Where the hell was Blair?

Then, he heard a giggle. The sheets rustled and Blair popped up under the sheets between his legs. She wrapped her hand around him gently, a devious smirk on her face. In these moments, he was always reminded how much he corrupted her. It was a beautiful sight.

"Good morning, Blair." Chuck tensed as she stroked him.

"It is a good one for you isn't it?" Her head bowed, and she ran her tongue along his length, teasing his tip.

She sat up on her knees, and he was struck with how beautiful she was. She shifted her weight on her left side and smiled at him.

"Aren't you going to finish what you started?"

"No. You are."

Chuck pounced on her. She squealed as he pushed Blair on her back, parting her legs. He caressed her in all the right places, remembering the right fingerings to hear her melodious voice make music.

He rolled off of her when they were finished, and Blair curled her body at this side. Her head rested on his chest, their bodies slick with sweat. He put his arm around her and she traced her finger through his chest hair.

He thought back to their evening. The party, Blair's unsuccessful matchmaking, their little games and sex all throughout the night. Valentine's Day with a girlfriend wasn't too bad.

He did chuckle when he thought of Blair's failed matchmaking attempt. He still couldn't believe that Joy did not need help from Blair in that department. It made Joy all that more interesting.

"What is it?" Blair said.

"Oh nothing. Was just thinking of your attempt to play cupid last night. It was cute, really."

Blair scoffed. "Still can't let that go can you?"

"No. But you are going to see her today when you get back to the dorm right?"

"I don't have to. She'll be at mass, begging for forgiveness."

"I seem to recall you doing the same after we slept together for the first time."

Blair shot up. "That's not the same!"

"Hey. I'm just making an observation. Are you hungry?"

"Not anymore," Blair said. She shuffled off the bed and stomped to the shower.

As usual, Blair was blowing everything way out of proportion. All she needed to do was talk to Joy. If anything, he figured Joy would be much more mortified from the situation, which would give Blair the upper hand and control. That was a quirk of Blair's that he thought she needed a bit of perspective on. She didn't really know Joy that well. Blair could assume that she was better and more superior to Joy and every other girl on their floor, but she had to realize eventually that they were paired for a reason.

Chuck walked to the bathroom. He knew just the trick to do some damage control. Shower sex ought to do the trick. He gripped the door knob and tried to open the door. Locked. Classic Blair.

After waiting for his turn to use the bathroom, they both got dressed. Blair seemed to have gotten over his suggestions and agreed to go out for brunch.

As they descended in the elevator, Chuck put his arm around her and kissed her temple. "It'll all work out, don't worry."

He took her hand and they walked together to the Palace restaurant for brunch. As they approach the entrance, Chuck noticed a man waiting to be seated in front of them holding a briefcase. The man turned around.

It was Jack.

Like most hangovers, Ozzy felt a wave of immediate regret when he awoke that morning unable to open his eyes. His glued eyes refused to open, and the acute pain he had felt after practice on Friday had intensified. All the while, a cold sweat gleaned across his forehead, while his left hand was stuck to his face.

Where was he? What the hell did he do last night?

He struggled to move from his position, which he soon deduced was on his side, one leg propped higher than the other. His body felt like a slab of cement, now dried and weighed heavier than a tonne. His mouth was slightly agape, his tongue dry as sandpaper.

What the fuck happened last night?

His brain moved slower to put the pieces together, but he soon realized he was missing a few pieces. In fact, he was missing many pieces as to what happened last night. He went to a Valentine's Day party. He drank a lot of beer. Maybe he had some liquor? The brief image of a girl's belly button flickered in his mind. He definitely had some shots. Then, he remembered a rose. It was encased in glass. The fuck?

His body shivered, and Ozzy was able to wiggle his toes. That was progress. He could now move one part of his body. Or ten if we were counting. He let out a raspy groan. It wasn't the first time he blacked out, but why the hell did he do it again? He didn't go that far did he? Or did he just lose his high tolerance?

Ozzy finally found the strength to crack one eye open. His vision was blurry at first, his room dark, but he noticed a figure near his bed. He shut his eye, and forced both of his eyes to strain open. Then, he pealed the back of his hand from his face. He rolled onto his back and the room began to spin. Ozzy opened his eyes and realized Dash was sitting in the chair beside his bed. His arms were crossed, head tilted back, lips parted.

Ozzy sat up, the room spinning even more. He clutched his head and shut his eyes tightly, and tried to will the spins to go away. He groaned again and felt a wave of nausea hit him. Why the fuck did he get shitfaced last night? Like most, he regretted it in this moment of pain, sickness, and frustration. He felt like crap, and was feeling worse by the second.

Ozzy tried to get to his feet, knowing he needed to get to the bathroom and fast. He swayed, stumbling over Dash's resting body, and tumbled on the carpet face first.

Ozzy wiped the sweat from his brow, and felt his hands become even more slick with a cold sweat. His breaths shortened, and if he didn't get up, he was going to make a mess on the carpet.

"Bro," Dash said. "Are you okay?"

Ozzy shook his head, his fingers curled into the carpet. He knew what was coming. It was too late to make it to the bathroom now. Dash stood, and massaged his neck, and snapped into action when he realized what was going on.

"Here!" He placed a large white bowl under Ozzy's head, and Ozzy held it, his hands shaking.

"Are you okay?" Dash repeated. He got down on his knees facing Ozzy. "What do you need?"

"Water," Ozzy rasped.

Dash presented a full glass of water in a flash, and he helped Ozzy drink it all. Ozzy's hands were shaking so badly that Dash held the glass to his lips and carefully poured it in his mouth.

"More?"

Ozzy nodded, and Dash ran out of his room and was back a minute later. While he was gone, Ozzy felt the water come back up again. He leaned forward and hurled. His stomach pumped everything out of its contents, and Ozzy heaved until nothing else remained in his stomach. All that was left on his final heaves was a strangled choke.

Dash returned, his eyes wide when he saw Ozzy gasping while the bowl threated to fall out of his grasp. "Fuck," Dash rushed into the room and caught the bowl before it fell over.

Ozzy leaned back and tried to catch his back. He could only taste bile, but resisted drinking any more water so soon.

Although his mouth felt rancid, his tongue now moist again. Ozzy sat back on his heels, his hands steadier now and leaned against the side of his bed. He held the bowl in his lap, his head drooping to his shoulder.

"Hey, hey," Dash shook him by the shoulder. "No more sleeping."

Ozzy groaned in protest. He was tired, sore, and lethargic. Sleep was what he needed. If he was alone, he'd probably would have fallen back to sleep.

Dash checked his watch. "It's like, eleven." Dash yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Besides, some of us have been up all night watching you."

All night? Us? When did he get home last night? He couldn't even remember that. All he remembered was his plan to crash in one of the bedrooms at the party. He stumbled into the door, and he didn't close it, but something happened after, no? He swore he fell asleep on that bed.

"All night?" Ozzy croaked.

Dash nodded. "Yup. Heard you tumble in around three. You were out cold and were cold. Literally."

What? Ozzy rubbed his temples, trying to remember how the hell that happened.

"You don't remember do you?" Dash said.

"No."

"You were only wearing boxers and one sock."

"What?"

Dash nodded. "I was worried you were going to get hypothermia, but we made sure to bundle you up. Keep you warm."

There he went using us again. Who the hell was us? Wait a minute.

"I don't remember any of this," Ozzy said. He threw his head back and sighed.

"Really? We almost took you to the hospital."

"We?" Ozzy said.

"Yeah. Evelyn and I. She helped carry you to your bed. Dressed you, and stayed awake until she left. You really worried us you know."

"I'm sorry," Ozzy said. "I guess I pushed past my limit yesterday."

"It's okay," Dash said. "Before you ever get close to this again, just know that I'm here for you. You could have called me, or texted me, and I would have been there to pick you up."

Ozzy ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't plan on coming home last night. Didn't want to interrupt your night."

"Well, you kind of did with your dramatic entrance," Dash said.

Ozzy noticed that he was wearing a long-sleeved pajama shirt and flannel pants. He never wore a shirt when he slept. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But next time, you don't let yourself go that far, okay? You can count on me if you're in a position where you feel like you're out of control. When you weren't responding, I thought you were kind of dead."

"I really fucked up didn't I?"

Dash shrugged. "Nothing that can't be repaired. You terrified Evelyn though."

Ozzy buried his head in his hands. "Fuck," He mumbled. The last thing he wanted to do was be a burden to Dash or Evelyn. Sure, he was flattered that she cared and worried about him, but he wasn't trying to call her attention. He just wanted to disappear, let loose for the night. Everything was going so well for both Dash and Evelyn. Now that they knew that something was going on, he didn't want them to know anything else. He didn't know how to explain it. How could they possibly understand?

"It's okay. She'll feel better once I tell her you're awake and breathing," Dash said.

Ozzy removed his hands and sat up. He reached for the full water glass Dash set by his side and took a sip. By God was he thirsty.

"You know," Dash said. "If anything is going on you can tell me."

Ozzy swallowed and didn't look him in the eye. Dash wouldn't understand. And who knows if he could even keep it to himself. He and Evelyn seemed inseparable, so it was only a matter of time before Evelyn found out, and that was the last thing he wanted her to know. She would be so ashamed to know what he was capable of. She wouldn't want anything to do with him.

"When you're ready of course," Dash said.

Ozzy nodded, but still kept a distant gaze in a different direction. For the first time, he noticed that Dash's hair stuck up in every direction. Like a pair of hands had ravaged through it. He hugged his bowl and swallowed.

"Do you want something to eat? Toast?"

Although he still felt like shit, and the thought of female hands ravaging Dash's hair nauseated him, he knew he needed to eat something eventually, or he'd never recover. "I doubt I can keep anything down at the moment."

"Agreed, but we have to clean that bowl and you might as well see if you are stable enough to walk?"

Dash helped Ozzy up and they slowly made their way to the kitchen where Ozzy was coming back to life again.

Bart knew a guilty face when he saw one. He could tell when a person's eyes widened with surprise at being caught, or their eyes averting his gaze, finding the creases and cracks between the wall and ceiling encapsulating. Shoulders were often slumped, fake smiles tried to cover up a worried frown. These were all tell-tale signs.

These signs were plastered all over Evelyn. Her eyes were wide; she wore the same clothes she wore yesterday, and her stature was frozen like a squirrel on the road with an approaching car. Her brows were furrowed, and if her mouth wasn't parted from shock, she would have a worried frown on her face.

Bart sipped his coffee and straightened out his copy of the Sunday Times. "Good morning, Evelyn."

"Morning." She spoke quieter than normal, another tell-tale sign. Evelyn took slow steps toward the table. "What are you doing up so early?"

"We had an early night," Lily added. She took off her glasses from the bridge of her nose. "Have a seat, darling."

"Please." Bart motioned for the chair next to him.

Evelyn sat down, her fingers entwined in her lap. Bart looked up at Lily and exchanged a glance. Now was as perfect of a time as any for their talk.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to call my mother on skype and see how she's doing," Lily said pushing herself away from the table.

Evelyn looked at Lily helplessly, and Bart realized he might need Lily's help for a follow-up talk after. Bart was sure Kim had had the talk with Evelyn, but it would set a good precedent to reaffirm the right sentiments with regards to sex.

"How was the party last night?" Bart said as soon as Lily was upstairs.

Evelyn had been gazing into the kitchen, her forehead creased. "The party was…fine."

"And Jenny's doing well?"

Evelyn took a sip of her water. "Yup."

"Evelyn," Bart began. So far, there talk wasn't going anywhere, and he felt like he'd given her a couple chances to fess up to her lies. Now, he intended to use the direct approach. "It's come to my attention that you haven't been honest with me about something."

Evelyn's eyes dropped to her lap. Her fingers were clasped together so tightly that they were white.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Evelyn released her grip and looked at him in the eye. "Yes. I'm in a relationship with Dash. I've wanted to tell you for a long time now, but the timing was never right. We've been dating since the New Year officially."

"Thank you for being honest with me," Bart said. "You see, I was a little surprised when I found this out on my own at the UN Gala."

"I know. I wanted to tell you before, but then that happened, and I was scared of what you would think, and then you were busy with work, and it just never happened."

Bart nodded. "It took me some time to process it myself. You see, I've only raised a son, so this is new for me. Were there any rules about dating when you were living with Aunt Kim?"

"Yes," Evelyn said. "Dating was not allowed at all. All throughout high school. I never sought out to have a relationship. Not then, not now even. It just sort of happened. I was even really against it at first, but I shouldn't have lied to you about it. I just didn't know what you were going to think," Evelyn paused. "My Aunt Kim would be so angry. I'd be grounded indefinitely, and I didn't know what you would think. Think of me."

"Evelyn," Bart said. "I'm not so rigid in my ideas about dating. I mean, it wouldn't be fair to allow Chuck to date whoever he wants and for you not to have that same option. Although, I hope for your sake and mine that you don't follow in your brother's footsteps."

Evelyn shook her head vigorously. "I won't. I don't think I could."

"Few people could," Bart said. "Besides, I didn't think of you any differently for wanting to date Dash. I was disappointed that you weren't honest with me."

Evelyn nodded and turned her body to face her father more directly. "I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you. Really."

"Apology accepted," Bart said. "But now that we are talking about this openly, there are some rules I want to set."

"Okay," Evelyn said tentatively.

"I was a teenager once, and I know that you are still going to have feelings for Dash, so I won't stop you from seeing him. However, there are some rules in this house. Above all, you must always be honest with myself and Lily or else this privilege will be revoked. Dash is welcome in this house, but the door must remain open if you two are in your room alone together. Curfew is still ten on weeknights and midnight on weekends. Sleepovers are prohibited here, but I do understand that it's likely that they might occur elsewhere. If they are, you must tell either myself or Lily, so we know where you are."

Evelyn nodded along as he listed every single rule.

"I know this is something I can't stop, but I just want you to be careful, Evelyn. Romantic relationships are very volatile, and the last thing I want to see is you getting hurt."

"You don't have anything to worry about, dad," Evelyn said. "Dash is the last person who could hurt me."

Bart nodded. She was naïve. Even the most caring or most perfect high school boyfriends made critical mistakes. They had imperfections. But in his own experience, they also made terribly rash decisions.

"In the case that he does," Bart said. "You tell me."

"Of course," Evelyn said.

He didn't want to brag, but she had to know that there was no one else in the city that was as powerful as him. His best friends knew this. So did his worst enemies. But Bart hoped that Evelyn understood this the most so it could be used for her safety.

"And if you need anything, you can always come to me. Or if you don't feel comfortable, you can always talk to Lily."

"Thank you, Dad," Evelyn said. "Really." The worry and fear that Bart noticed when she walked in had washed away.

He patted her hand. "Now, are you ready for breakfast?"

Evelyn looked in the kitchen, and saw that Ina was pulling out a batch of freshly made cinnamon rolls. On the table, there were already platters of fruit and croissants ready. "I'm starving!" She said. Evelyn reached forward and picked at the grapes, and bit into a croissant. The tension had dissolved, and Evelyn began to fill him in on everything that had been going on. She even told him where Dash took her on their first date, and that she planned him a surprise birthday party.

Evelyn ate a cinnamon roll and an apple, while he drank another coffee, black. Lily was right. All he had to do was talk to her, and it all worked out.

Lily rejoined them at the table sometime later, and a bedraggled Eric joined close behind. The table was alive with conversation, as Eric talked about his evening with Jonathan, and Lily described their hibachi story where one person in the restaurant started choking. It drew in a scene where the paramedics were called, but one of the waiters had CPR training and performed the Heimlich.

Bart picked up a croissant and put it on his plate. He usually preferred them plain and buttery, but he wondered if he should try something different today. Ina's strawberry jam was always reliable, and he wondered if he'd like the combination. He wasn't one to enjoy sweets, he preferred savory foods, but maybe he needed to try a different approach. It seemed to be working in other aspects of his life.

As Bart cut open his croissant and listened to the conversation at the table, he didn't even notice that the elevator dinged. He spread the jam on his croissant as he listened to Evelyn and Eric debate the purpose of Valentine's Day. Then, in his periphery, he noticed a figure in the hallway, standing, waiting to be acknowledged.

It was Kim.

"Jack?"

"Chuck. Good to see you. And nice to meet you." He extended his hand to Blair.

"Jack, this is Blair, my girlfriend," Chuck said. "Blair, this is my Uncle Jack."

"Nice to meet you," Blair took his hand. Jack raised it, and kissed the back of her hand.

Chuck put his arm around Blair's waist. "I didn't think you'd be up this early?"

"I didn't plan on it," Jack said.

"Is everything okay?" Chuck said. He'd never heard of there being a problem with Bass Industries. Under his father's command, business was always busy, if not steady, even throughout the beginning of the recession.

"We'll see. I'm in charge of the South-Eastern hemisphere, so it all falls on me if I can get this new building opportunity in Thailand to happen. I'm sure Bart has already been grooming you to take over the Western hemisphere."

"Not really," Chuck said. Sure, Bart had taught him about savings and investment, little tips here and there, but apprenticeship was never mentioned or solidified. He wasn't even sure if he was going to take over Bass industries. Now that he was in college, and getting back on track with his academics, he wondered if he could build his own empire instead of forever living in the shadow of his father's.

"That's surprising," Jack said. "Maybe he saw potential with Evelyn then?"

Chuck thought it was unlikely. His sister never took a real interest in business, or real-estate development in particular. She was far more interested in medicine and healthcare.

"I have to look through the latest legal contract and current Bass Industries financial statements before our board meeting tomorrow morning," Jack said. "But that's enough boring business stuff."

"How long does that take you to do?"

"If I can skim quickly then maybe an hour, maybe a few if I need to go through the fine print."

Chuck noticed that his uncle seemed overwhelmed with the thought of how much he needed to prepare for tomorrow's meeting. "Well, Bart did teach me how to read financial statements," Chuck said. "Maybe an extra pair of eyes could help?"

Jack noticed Blair since their handshake. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your meal."

Blair placed a hand on Chuck's chest. "Nonsense. This is very time sensitive. You should help your Uncle," Blair said to him.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. This is very important to not only you, but your family. Do what you need to do. I have my own business to attend to," Blair said.

Joy. She was actually going to face that situation head on. He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'll text you when I'm done."

Blair disappeared onto the street, and Chuck turned to Jack. The hostess, who had been waiting, lead them to a table. Jack opened his briefcase and handed him different financial statements.

His eyes poured over the numbers, and he asked, "What am I looking for?"

"After I have a brief look at this contract, I'll let you know." Jack flagged down the waiter. "But first, coffee."

Out of all the days Evelyn could have a visitor, today would be the last day she'd want one. Her eyes hurt from being awake for so many hours, and she was in desperate need of a shower. Also, she had some homework she was going to catch up on today since she'd been putting it off for the past few days. Instead, she knew her day was to be spent with her Aunt in a place she'd never expect to see her.

Now, her Aunt stood before her, and she tentatively approached.

Evelyn was the first to speak. "Aunt Kim?" She jumped up from her chair. "What are you doing here?"

"I know I should have called," Aunt Kim said, "But I thought to myself that today was as good of a day as any for a visit."

Everyone at the table stood, ready for formal greetings. Evelyn gripped her Aunt in a tight hug. "It's so good to see you," she said. Aunt Kim held her close, and the tightness of her grip reminded Evelyn how much her aunt missed her.

Evelyn stepped back to make room for everyone to greet her Aunt. Meanwhile, her mind was racing elsewhere. Was Ozzy awake yet? Her mind imagined all the tragic possibilities, and she wanted to call Dash for an update, but she was interrupted when Aunt Kim called her attention.

"Can we get you a coffee or tea?" Lily offered.

"Oh no thank you," Aunt Kim said. "I've already had a couple."

"Did you drive in?" Her father asked.

"I drove to Newark and took the bus into the city. Traffic was light, thank God."

"That's wonderful," Lily said.

"It is. It's been awhile since I've seen Evelyn. I know she's been very busy with school and all, but a little visit would be nice to catch up."

"I'm so glad you came," Evelyn said. She had let herself get so swamped with school and Dash, that she was only able to call her Aunt to touch base. She was touched that she made the effort, even if it was the worst time imaginable.

"Instead of being cooped up in this place, maybe Evelyn can show you around?" Lily suggested.

"Oh I'm familiar with New York," Aunt Kim said. "I've lived here for a time."

"Really?" Evelyn said. "You've never told me that."

Aunt Kim waved her off. "Oh it was a long time ago. I bet the city has changed a lot since."

"Well, we could go for a walk if you want?" Evelyn said. If she were to remain awake and attentive, then fresh air would be a good idea.

"Of course," Aunt Kim said. "I've been sitting for a while."

"I'll get my coat," Evelyn said. She walked to the front closet and searched for a different coat from the one she wore last night. It was hard enough that she was wearing the same outfit from yesterday, but if Gossip Girl saw her in the same jacket, she wouldn't hear the end of it at school.

Evelyn finished buttoning her coat and looked up to see her Aunt and father engaged in a tough stare down. Would they ever get along? It was one thing to get territorial, but another to not be civil in front of her. It was difficult for both adults, yes, but they were adults. Weren't they?

"I'm ready," Evelyn said. She concealed a yawn that followed and checked her phone for any update from Dash. Still nothing.

She then smiled despite the jittering worry that was stewing inside.

After forcing himself to eat two pieces of dry toast a couple hours later, Ozzy continued to drink water. He drank and drank, hoping it would help reverse the hangover symptoms he hadn't faced in quite some time. He wondered when the last time he got this drunk and high was. It wasn't in Connecticut. When Evelyn left him that night in Vermont, he spent all night searching for her at the ski resort. He had to replay many memories from before Connecticut. Texas seemed to be the most recent and frequent occasion where he binged.

"How're you feeling?" Dash said. He had fixed himself scrambled eggs, extra crispy.

He shrugged. "I'll survive, but I think I'm going to need to sleep the rest of the day."

"You and me both" Dash said.

Ozzy's eyes were already closing shut. "Alright. I'm going back to bed." He attempted to get up from the booth when he heard the front door open.

"Hello?" His mother's voice rang from the hallway.

Ozzy and Dash exchanged a questioning look.

"Boys? Are you awake?" He heard her tread to the kitchen. "Oh! There you both are."

"Hi Ruby," Dash said. He made the first move to welcome Ozzy's mom home with a hug. "We didn't expect you both home so early."

"We didn't plan on it, but our flight got moved early this morning." His mom said. She approached him and brushed his hair that fell over his forehead and into his eyes. "You both don't look so good. Long night?"

"Yes," Dash said. "But that's why today is a day of rest."

Ozzy nodded and refused to meet his mother's eye. She had never known that he had experimented with drugs recreationally. He always made it a priority to cover up his tracks as best as he could. His mom was none the wiser. It was better this way.

Her eyes zeroed in his hairline." Ozzy, you need a haircut."

"I've been telling him that for the past couple weeks," Dash said.

"I'll make an appointment for you to go this week," His mom said.

Ozzy yawned. Now she was suddenly interested in planning his life? He hadn't seen her take this active interest since seventh grade.

"How was the trip?" Dash asked as Philip appeared in the kitchen.

"Good. Weather was nice," Philip said.

Ozzy wanted to go upstairs and sleep. He was still beyond hungover and exhausted. His mother still held onto him, looking at him affectionately. She stood in his way.

Now was the time she wanted to act affectionate?

"We went to Malibu," His mom said, but she kept her attention exclusively on Ozzy. "One of Philip's friends has a wonderful condo on the water. Ozzy, you would have loved it. The water was cold, but crystal clear, and the waves were five feet tall."

Ozzy remembered when they lived in Los Angeles. It was briefer than he would have liked, but his mom did manage to get a rock on her finger that time. If anything, that was one of the places where his mom was more present. She too liked the beach, the water, and when they went together, she would actually get in the water with him. Well, she'd get into the water up to her knees. It was too cold for her to go further. If Ozzy focused, he would remember as his body buoyed in the water, his mother would walk the beaches, eyes searching the sand precisely. It was the only time he recalled being an observer to his mother's independence.

His mom clapped her hands together. "Which reminds me. Ozzy come with me."

Ozzy dragged his tired feet to the front hall. His mother dug into her purse and presented an object in her hand. "I know we used to collect these together when we lived there, and even when you were just a baby. I saw this and thought of you."

It was a piece of sea glass. Orange in colour and smooth in his hand. Some pieces of sea glass were clear, almost like a window, but this one was opaque, a colour on a wall. When he looked at the sea glass more closely, he could make out the shape of a heart from a certain angle.

"Thanks," Ozzy said.

"I know there has been so much transition lately, but things have finally settled down where we belong."

Until that moment, he forgot that they kept a collection. They never wasted money on souvenirs from every place they visited, and since most of the places they visited were beaches, they took up collecting sea glass. It all started when they were staying with relatives when he was four.

Ozzy met her gaze. The distance, coldness that divided them for the past few years was absent. Her eyes shined, and it was as if she noticed him for the first time. "I know it's not cuff links, or a Rolex like your classmates are used to, but I do want you to know that even though I haven't always been physically around, I'm always here." She pointed at his chest.

It was becoming difficult to breath. There were many things he should say in this moment, all of the resentment he'd been carrying for the past few years, but he didn't have the words. He couldn't even put two words together in the state that he was in.

He didn't understand where this was coming from. Was his mom having a moment of clarity? Had she realized the abandonment she had been doing for years? He couldn't articulate any of these questions that tortured his mind. Even if he asked her, he didn't even trust she could be capable of telling him the truth.

"Thank you."

She kissed him on the cheek and pulled him into a tight embrace. She whispered, "We did it Ozzy. We're right where we belong."

She pulled back and smiled. "Now, you just need to study hard, enjoy your swimming, and you'll be off to Harvard…"

She continued to map out his life in front of him and he jerked back. Harvard? Since when was that ever apart of her plan? Before they moved to New York, he didn't even think of going to college, let alone an Ivy League. There were so many hidden messages in her words, and Ozzy didn't have the tools to decipher them.

"But for now, go take a nap. You must still be tired from last night."

He nodded and trudged up the stairs, the sea glass firmly in his fist. Just when he thought everything was falling apart, his mom was trying to cobble his life back together. She'd been cobbling their lives from the ground up for years now. As he re-entered his room, all Ozzy wanted to do was destroy it. He knew that path she wanted to put together would carry him in one direction. He had no choice, some stones would wiggle out of place, even. Is this the only path that will allow him to thrive? In that moment, he didn't feel like he was thriving, but instead, falling into a trap.

As his weary eyes finally closed when he collapsed on his bed, his fist loosened, and the sea glass fell through his fingers, and dropped to the floor.

When Blair arrived in her dorm room, she was welcomed with the aroma of baked goods. With her back to Blair, Joy arranged the hangers of clothes with precision. Blair noticed that Joy's side of the room mirrored Blair's cleanliness. She had changed her sheets, dusted, vacuumed, and rearranged her books to neat stacks on her desk. All that seemed to be left was her closet.

Blair closed the door loud enough to make Joy jump. "Oh, Blair… you scared me."

Blair resisted the urge to make a comment about how she horrified her roommate last night. Instead, Blair walked to her desk and noticed a tin of chocolate brownies that were still cooling.

"I know they're not macaroons or Lady Godiva, but they are dark chocolate brownies I made," Joy said. "I'm really sorry about last night."

"Thank you," Blair said quietly. She didn't know what else to say. She faced Joy, who had dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she wore a pink long sleeve shirt stamped with the same floral design.

Joy continued to puzzle her. How could someone continue to be so nice to her? She didn't deserve it, and no matter how many times Blair pushed to see if there was a little villain in her, she rose above.

"You don't need to apologize to me," Blair said. "I was only upset because I was trying to set you up with someone else last night."

"What? Why?"

"Well, I didn't know there was anyone already that you were interested in, and I just wanted you to be happy," Blair said.

"Really? That's what this is about?"

Blair folded her arms across her chest. "Yes. I was just trying to do something nice for you."

"You? Really?"

Blair shot her a dark look.

Joy laughed. "I'm just messing with you. The other girls despise you, but you're really not that bad."

Blair felt like she was stung by a bee. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You sometimes come off as aloof to people, but I can see that your actually very caring for the ones you love."

"You seem to know a lot about me."

Joy shrugged. "I'm observant."

Joy returned to her closet organizing. At this point, their conversation would have run its course. So long as the conversation wasn't directed at Blair, the conversation always ended.

Blair looked at the brownies, which really did smell wonderful, and back to Joy. Chuck's words washed over her. Give her a chance. She hated to admit that he was right. Especially when deep down, Blair knew she was in the wrong.

"What are you doing?"

Joy turned to make sure she heard her correctly. "Um, just rearranging my closet by colour."

"Is this what procrastination looks like?"

"More like what stress looks like. When I'm stressed about a situation I clean and I bake. When you have lemons, make lemonade, right?"

"What are you stressed about?"

Joy looked dumbfounded at Blair's interest. "Um...well…"

Blair decided to take a different approach. "Do you want to know who I wanted to set you up with?"

"Yeah. Who?"

Blair sat on her bed. "You're going to laugh."

"Tell me!"

"Nate," Blair said.

Joy started laughing, and then so did Blair. "That's such a crazy idea!" Joy said as she tried to catch her breath.

"He was so drunk when he came," Blair said. "I was so mad at him because he was ruining the opportunity I was trying to set up for you. I'm glad it didn't work out."

"It would never work out," Joy said. "We're way too different."

Seeing her opportunity, Blair said, "But Simon…"

Joy rolled her eyes and hugged the dress she meant to hang up in her closet. "Was a mistake. I don't know what I was thinking."

"You don't have to be embarrassed that you hooked up with him. We've all had our regret hookups," Blair said. For her, she knew the biggest regret hookup she could ever have was if she got together with the likes of Dan Humphrey. It was impossible in her mind, but it revolted her nonetheless.

Joy twisted the dress in hands. "That's the thing. I don't know if I regret it. I mean, I didn't leave things off very well either."

"What happened?"

Joy looked skeptical if she could trust Blair with this information. "I don't know. It probably doesn't mean anything to him anyway."

"Maybe another woman's opinion can help."

"Why do you care?"

"This might be shocking, but I do care about my roommate's life. Especially if it means that two of my friends decide to date. If things don't work out, then everything just becomes very awkward."

"Okay," Joy said. "When I got to the party, I went to the bar with Simon. I told him that don't drink, and I felt bad about it. It's hard to be the only person who doesn't drink at a party. Simon was really sweet about it, and made sure I wasn't left out. He brought us both a can of Dr. Pepper and we went upstairs because it was so loud. We were just talking about everything and nothing at the same time, and out of nowhere I just felt this need to kiss him. So I did, and then you walked in."

"Did I ruin the moment?"

"Kind of. But I would have ruined it myself anyway once I realized what I was doing. When you left, he tried to reassure me it was no big deal, but I just panicked. So I left. Came back here. Couldn't sleep. Woke up early to clean everything. Baked something. And now we're here."

Joy sat on her bed opposite of Blair's and clung onto her long dress like it was a blanket. Her forehead was creased, her mouth turned down in a frown.

"What made you panic?"

"I don't know," Joy sighed. "I've only kissed one boy before and he was my ex. I come from a very conservative family who would rap me on the wrist if they heard that I was 'canoodling' with a boy at a party like that, not to mention it's a complete distraction from school. My mom would be so disappointed in me."

Blair recognized the justification in Joy's reasoning. Justifying her behaviour to please her family. She too, in a different context, tried to be the perfect child like her. Maybe Chuck was right. They weren't so different as they were similar.

"I know what you mean. My mom doesn't exactly approve of many of my choices either." She thought back to the photoshoot in eleventh grade where her mom picked Serena over her.

Blair had a question in her mind formulated that she thought would help Joy. It was something she'd begun to ask herself in light of the expectations she found herself under. "Forget about what your parents would think about the situation right now. What do you want to happen from this situation?"

"What do I want?"

Blair nodded.

Joy was quiet. Motionless. "I…" Her cheeks reddened. "I can't tell you."

"Yes you can," Blair said. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Well, I wanted to keep kissing Simon. Maybe more, I don't know. I shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that." She buried her head in the dress. "I can't stop thinking about him."

Blair smiled. She remembered what that was like with Nate, then with Chuck. It's frightening at first, but it can also be exhilarating. "There's nothing at all wrong with that."

"I know, but I always thought I believed in the rules. Go to school, wait until marriage to have sex, have children, raise them and all of that, but now I'm not so sure. I'm not sure of much these days."

"We all aren't really," Blair said. "But don't let your fear stop you from doing what you want. Think of it this way, your parents are on the other side of the country. There's nothing they can do to stop you from doing what you want. It's your life and you have to live it."

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Of how he makes me feel. It's different than it was with my ex. With my ex, I was content to stay in place. Now, I want more."

"You deserve more," Blair said.

"You think?"

"Of course! We all do, but it takes courage to accept love that we don't always think we deserve."

Joy let go of the dress in her lap. "Is this what's like to have a roommate?"

Blair smiled. "I think so. Sorry it took so long."

"You don't need to apologize. I'm just glad it finally happened."

Blair looked over at the brownies. "And I'm glad you also understand how much better dark chocolate is." Her stomach grumbled, a reminder that she didn't have breakfast that morning. She cut up a piece for herself and ate it without using a napkin or plate. It killed her to do it, but she made the effort.

"These are amazing," Blair said.

"You really like them?"

"I would tell you otherwise."

"That I can believe," Joy said. "If you think those are good, you have yet to try my perfect chocolate chip recipe. They turn out perfectly every time."

With final papers around the corner, it seemed advantageous to have a roommate who baked when she was stressed.

Blair leafed through her planner and saw a little asterisk in her notes. "Joy?"

"Yeah?" She turned when she finished hanging her dress.

"I think it's time you took a break from your stress cleaning spree, and I have the perfect distraction."

"I'm all ears."

"Why don't we go see An Education?"

"So last time we talked, you were busy at work preparing for the UN Conference. How'd that go?" Her Aunt Kim said as they walked through Central Park.

Evelyn filled her Aunt in on the weekend. She focused on explaining how amazing the experience was, how she met so many new people, and even spoke during one of the sessions. As she explained everything that happened at the conference, they neared one of the park benches that she and Dash sat at when they tried weed for the first time. She trailed off and looked at the bench intently as they passed, and bit back a smile.

They had taken a day off, and had found their way into the more obscure parts of the park. Evelyn tried to conceal a chuckle at the memory of their failed attempt to get high. She should have known then how Dash felt about her. Why else would he skip school and be convinced to do all of those things with her?

"I'll admit," Aunt Kim said. "I was a bit skeptical of your move here, but it seems like you are really thriving."

"Thanks Aunt Kim," Evelyn said. It wasn't always easy, but she had been growing since she re-rooted herself in New York.

"And what did you do for Valentine's Day?"

"Valentine's Day?"

"It was yesterday dear. I'm sure you didn't forget."

Evelyn stuffed her hands in her pockets. If only she knew what happened last night… "Oh I didn't forget. I just...had an eventful night last night."

"What happened?"

Evelyn froze. "Um…well, I had a situation where Jenny needed my help, and then we went to this party for a bit…"

Evelyn couldn't bear to tell her Aunt what happened next. She was completely against the idea of her being in a relationship. Period. She would completely condemn her from seeing Dash, and she, like her father, would be very upset she didn't tell her. It was a lose-lose situation.

There's no good way of saying to Aunt Kim that she stayed the night at her boyfriend's house. It sounded wrong, and the more details she could add, the worse it could get.

"What did she need help with?"

"Well, she broke up with her boyfriend, and some girls weren't being nice to her, so I was there to support her."

"That's a really good thing you did Evelyn," Aunt Kim said. "I'm sure she appreciated your support. Besides, boys are just bad news at your age. Completely irresponsible and are only after one thing."

Evelyn's cheeks flamed. She was more certain in that moment that she was glad her Aunt didn't know what thing Dash wanted last night…or the fact that she wanted the same thing. Why was it always the boys that had sexual desires? One thing she learned since she began dating Dash was that it was okay to want something to. She had every right to want 'something' from him, and more so to command her sexuality.

"Speaking of, how is your other friend doing? Ozzy?"

Evelyn knew full well that Aunt Kim was completely aware of their evolving relationship in Connecticut. Even though Aunt Kim forbid her to date, she seemed to have a soft spot for Ozzy. Of course, that soft spot did not mean Evelyn could go on to date the guy.

Evelyn sighed. How the heck could she explain how he terrified her last night? There were too many variables in that story, the largest being Dash.

"That good, huh?" Aunt Kim quirked her brows. "You might not believe this, but I knew something was going on back home."

"Aunt Kim, it's not like that anymore. We're just friends. Really."

Aunt Kim looked unconvinced. "If you say so. He has a good heart and all, but that's still not a good idea."

"I know where you stand on that issue, Aunt Kim," Evelyn said.

"Good. You've got a good head on your shoulders, Evie. I know you'll do the right thing." Evelyn wondered if the right thing was doing the thing that Aunt Kim wanted her to do.

"Well, speaking of the right thing, there's a situation that I don't know what to do about."

"What's the situation?"

"Well, it has to do with Ozzy," Evelyn said. "He was at the party last night. He was somewhat drunk when we talked, and I thought he was alright, but it turns out he passed out when he got home. I think he blacked out. It's one thing to have fun at a party, but I was really scared when I found out he wasn't responsive at first."

"Was anyone with him?"

"His step-brother. He stayed up with him all night." Evelyn pulled out her phone. "I'm not even sure if he's awake yet."

"Well, it's good that he's not alone, and that it wasn't bad enough for him to go to the hospital. What makes you so worried?"

Evelyn stopped walking and bit her lip. "I just have this feeling that something's really wrong. Something that he's not telling me."

"A gut feeling?"

"Yes."

"And have you asked him what's going on?"

Evelyn frowned. "No. I haven't for a while." Some friend she was. How could she be so oblivious? How could she have unwittingly isolated Ozzy in her life even though they were supposedly friends?

"Well, then. That's a good place to start isn't it? Just talk to him. Be there."

Evelyn started walking again. Aunt Kim matched her pace. "Talking. That's a good idea."

After breakfast, Jack invited Chuck to work in his suite at the Palace. Jack spread out all of the legal documents and financial statements on the coffee table. "Alright, let me explain what's going on. For the past few months, we've been looking to expand Bass Industries in some of the smaller but growing countries in Asia. We've been working on this building deal in Thailand, but the sellers are very close to backing out. I've got to go through the contracts and see if we can financially justify the demands the sellers are asking for."

"And if the deal falls through?"

Jack flipped open the massive document. "No new building."

Chuck picked up the income statements and later balance sheets to see what financial state Bass Industries was in. He hadn't been paying too much attention to the state of the company since he started college. He monitored the stock exchange, which was still volatile since the crash. Bass Industries stock would surely fall if they secured a new expansion in the more politically unstable southeast Asia.

After an hour of reading, Jack said unexpectedly, "I didn't expect her to be so beautiful."

"Who?"

"Blair. How'd you convince her to be with you?"

Chuck smirked. "I found my ways." The Bass habit was a hard one to shake.

The continued to work through the afternoon, finding the seller's demands, and debated back and forth weather or not Bass Industries should agree to the terms. Jack wrote down the pros and cons on a piece of paper.

"You know what nephew? I think we have everything that we need."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. You just need to be prepared for board meetings. The board will decide accordingly."

"And you'll let me know the result right?"

"Absolutely." Jack said. "You know, you really have a knack for this kind of thing."

Chuck stopped shuffling papers back into neat piles. A small smile graced his face. "Thanks."

"You know, if this project gets the green light tomorrow, you can shadow me if you want? You know, to get more experience."

He really enjoyed analyzing numbers and trying to assess the best solution to push forward his business goals. He accomplished a similar success with Victrola, a business he oversaw remotely that was doing well. Maybe real estate development was his calling after all. No more wondering about becoming a lawyer, or of a CEO to a tech company he didn't care about. Maybe if he shadowed Jack, he could forge his own path separate from his father's to make his own name in the industry.

"What do you say?" Jack offered his hand.

Chuck shook it.

In the business world, a handshake signifies a sign of goodwill, but in the Bass world, it means betrayal. You better hope Big Bad Bart doesn't find out C, or there will be blood.

Ozzy awoke from his nap. He rolled over onto his side, his body heavy with fatigue. If he could, he'd sleep forever. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. It was Sunday afternoon, and he was days behind in all of his classes. He also had swim practice tomorrow morning, so he didn't want to sleep the day away or else he wouldn't be able to sleep at night. They had an important meet coming up, and his coach, not to mention Dusty, would kill him if he started didn't show up to practice.

Ozzy got up from his bed and took a seat at his desk. There, his cell phone was on the table. How'd that get there? His memories were still foggy from last night, but he had to have his phone on him. He supposedly was only wearing one sock and his boxers, so how did his phone get here?

He turned his phone over and discovered a few texts waiting for him. The first was from Thom.

Hey cuz! So glad we could hang tonight. Had so much fun! Let me know if you're ever in the mood to party.

A memory appeared in his mind. He and Thom took tequila shots that night. He remembered the salty taste of skin. Licking someone. A giggle. Oh god. They took shots of some girl's stomach. Right. That happened. And they also smoked together. That he remembered the most clearly because that was the first event in a chain of unfortunate events.

Another text waited to be open. It was from Catherine.

Thank you so much for listening last night. I really appreciated it and had fun after ;)

P.S. You left most of your stuff at the party. I was able to salvage it all last night, so you can come by to pick them up anytime when I'm home

He was with Catherine last night? He tried to remember, but all he could remember was Catherine sitting across from him shortly before he blacked out. He tried to suss out the details. She had her head in her hands, she was crying about something, and he remembered touching her. Her skin was milky white against his olive.

Did he sleep with her?

He reread the text several times. It was frustratingly vague. She said she had fun after. Which begged the question. What did they do after? The easiest way to get confirmation would be to check his wallet to see if his condom was still there. This wasn't the first time he got high and possibly had sex with a girl, so he learned to be prepared. The only way to get an answer was when he went to see Catherine.

He put his phone down and pulled out his Algebra book. He stretched his arms and began a problem set. He tried in vain to focus on it, finishing each problem at a painfully slow pace. His mind moved like a snail across the page. Ozzy's mind began to wander. He tried to piece together the events of last night, but they all came out of him in disconnected fragments. At some point he talked to Evelyn in the kitchen. He was with Thom for a while. Then he was alone with Catherine before he blacked out. Where were the links that connected these events together?

Ozzy shut the textbook. It was useless. He needed answers and he needed them now. He picked up his phone and sent a text to Catherine that he was coming over. Ozzy pocketed his phone and noticed that Dash wasn't in his room. He thundered down the stairs and he stuffed his arms in the sleeves of his jacket.

"Where are you going?"

His mother looked at him with inquisitive eyes. Where the hell did she come from?

"I left something at the party last night. I'm going to go pick up my stuff."

"When will you be home?"

"I don't know." Since when did she ever notice when he came and left?

"Well, ever since I returned this morning, I've been going through pictures. I was hoping you'd want to join?" She held up a picture where she held him in her arms. He couldn't be no more than a few months old. His mom was smiling.

"Maybe when I get back," Ozzy said. Now she wanted to spend time with him? Where was she for all those years when he needed her and she was always too busy?

He opened the door and waved goodbye. Why was his mom acting so weird today? She was acting wistful, like they had so many good memories. Memories where? Where were these pictures coming from? It seemed like his mother kept treasure troves of secrets and just now decided to unbury them. It was too late. All that was left in the moldy truck were old trinkets, fragmented memories.

He thought of his grandfather then. He hadn't heard from him in a while, and although he liked spending time with him, he made no effort to seek him out. Even he was distant. If his grandfather knew about what he did last night, he would want nothing to do with him either. He would be more ashamed than he already was to call him a grandson.

Another name to add to the list of people he's disappointed. It kept getting longer and longer and the load was becoming heavier and heavier. He continued to carry the load as he entered the waiting car. He gave the directions to the driver, and headed towards one of the only people who did not have any expectations from him. At least, not anymore.

Evelyn held the door open for her Aunt as they each held a cup of Jacare's hot chocolate in her hands. Evelyn used both hands to hold her cup, relishing in the warmth that spread through her.

They were back on Fifth Avenue, and Evelyn heard her phone ring in her pocket. Dash's name flashed on the screen.

"One second Aunt Kim," Evelyn said. "I have to take this."

"Go right ahead." Her Aunt stepped forward, towards the corner of the intersection.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Dash said on the other end of the line. "You're still awake?"

"Unfortunately," Evelyn grumbled. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to inform you that Ozzy is awake and functioning," Dash said. He let out a withdrawn yawn.

"Thank God," Evelyn said.

"He's fine. Hungover as hell, but he'll pull through."

"That's good." As Evelyn spoke a loud siren erupted, and a firetruck zoomed down the street.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on fifth. Went to Jacare's for a hot chocolate."

"I bet it's not as good as the hot chocolate I made you last night. Want to meet up?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Now's not a good time."

"Why not?"

"Well, I had a talk with my dad about our relationship, and a couple hours later, my Aunt showed up for a surprise visit."

"No kidding," Dash said. "How'd your dad take it?"

"He's fine with us seeing each other. Just set some rules. It's fair."

"See? I told you. Nothing to worry about."

Evelyn snuck a peak at her Aunt. If only he knew that her father was the least of her problems.

"Is your Aunt going to be there long? I could come over and introduce myself if you want."

"No!" Evelyn said.

"Why?" Dash paused. "She doesn't know does she?"

"No," Evelyn said quietly.

"Seriously, Evelyn? I'm not down for all this secrecy anymore. Are you like, ashamed of me or something?"

"Dash, it's not that—"

"Then what is it?"

"My Aunt does not want me dating during high school. Period."

"And what control does she have over you now?"

"A lot actually. She raised me."

"And lying to her makes that okay?"

"I'm not lying—"

"Omitting the truth then, whatever. Doesn't make a difference."

"Dash. If I told her, it would crush her. She's be so disappointed in me!"

"I think she will be no matter what now."

"Dash…"

"What? Are you going to tell her?"

Evelyn didn't answer. Was now a good time? The last thing she wanted was to send her Aunt back to Connecticut angry with her.

"You're not going to do it, are you?" Dash said. "Well, I don't know if this means anything to you, but I'm disappointed in you."

He hung up, and Evelyn felt tears prickle her eyes. Dammit. Why was he turning this on her?

Evelyn swallowed the lump in her throat and marched back to her aunt.

"Is something wrong, Evie?"

"No…" Evelyn said.

'I know that look when something bothering you. It's best if you just get it off your chest."

"You're not going to like it," Evelyn said.

"Evelyn. What are you not telling me?"

Evelyn blinked the tears furiously. Her breath was short, and Dash's words sunk in. She wasn't ashamed of him. That wasn't it at all. He had no idea what was expected of her. He would never understand the shame she would feel if her Aunt knew she was lying to her. How could he put this pressure on her? It seemed like she had no other choice now.

"I have a boyfriend."

Uh oh E. They say the truth will set you free, but in a girl's world, it only gets you into more trouble.

Blair and Joy walked out of the campus theatre that afternoon in a deep discussion about the themes and directorial choices. They debated the ending of course, and compared the performances and story itself.

"I think we can both appreciate that we don't have to make a decision between a man and school like that," Joy said.

"We are fortunate to live in twenty ten," Blair said. She enjoyed the movie and kept thinking about it. Those were her favourite kind of movies. They weren't what Chuck's preferred to watch, and it was nice to have someone who lived with her that she could share her love of cinema with.

"It just reminded me that whatever happens with Simon, it's not that extreme you know?"

"Why don't you talk to him?"

"And what would I say? Sorry I'm a completely awkward person?"

"No. Tell him how you feel. Be honest. Boys aren't smart enough to read into anything." She thought of all of her perfectly planned evenings with Nate. All he noticed was the food on his plate. She was lucky Chuck understood and appreciated her efforts more.

"That's terrifying."

"I'd like to say it gets easier, but it doesn't emotionally. Just tactically."

"Maybe I'll text him," Joy said.

"You will call him."

"Okay, fine. I'll call him."

They arrived at their dorm room and each ate another brownie. Usually, Blair would feel extremely guilty for eating it. Especially in times with Serena's company who could eat anything and still look perfect. She never felt the need to measure herself to Joy like that.

They continued to talk to avoid studying when Joy's phone rang. "Oh my God." She threw the phone at Blair.

"What is it?"

"Oh my God. Oh my God. It's Simon."

Blair looked at the phone. Simon's name flashed across the screen.

"Oh my God. What do I do?"

Blair tossed the phone back at her. "Answer it."

"But—"

Blair gave her a serious look.

On its last ring, Joy finally answered. "Hello?" She looked at Blair, eyes frantic.

They softened. "Yeah, I'm fine, really. I'm so sorry about last night."

Blair jumped to her feet and tried to feed Joy some lines to help her through this.

"I really had a great time with you. I'm just sorry I left so abruptly."

Blair motioned for her to put it on speaker phone so she could help. Joy shook her head. Blair picked up her notebook and scribbled furiously. DO IT. I CAN HELP.

Joy obliged, and Simon's voice rumbled through the phone. "I just want you to know that, uh, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable…"

Blair scribbled as he spoke. YOU DIDN'T. I WAS OVERWHELMED WHEN BLAIR INTERRUPTED. (HE LIKES YOU!)

Joy repeated the words and Simon replied. "Good. I was worried I upset you. I was having a good time you know."

Blair wrote I had a great time with you too.

Joy repeated the words, her voice softening as she said them.

"That's good. I'm not much for a party, but you made it bearable for me."

Blair wrote, I'm glad. I just wish Blair didn't interrupt us.

Joy's jaw dropped when she read the words and shook her head. Blair tapped the paper.

Joy repeated the words, but they came out jumbled from her nerves.

Simon was quiet for a moment. "Really? That's…"

Joy looked at Blair with terror.

"Really good to hear," he said. "What are you doing right now?"

See? I told you, Blair wrote. Joy's face flamed, but she smiled. "Just hanging out with Blair."

"You hang with Blair?"

Blair balked. She was so going to tell him off the next time she saw him.

"Yeah we do. We just came back from seeing An Education."

"So you're in your dorm room?"

"Yup."

There was a knock on the door. Since Blair's side was closest to the door, she went over to open it. With a phone to his ear, Simon appeared. Blair turned to Joy with a knowing smirk on her face.

Joy stood, and walked right over to Simon without a word. Blair retreated to her bed, and watched her self-proclaimed terrified roommate walk with purpose to Simon. She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him toward her for a kiss.

Blair had to admit, she was impressed. That took courage, and Joy seemed to have it all along.

Joy pulled away, her arms looped around his neck. Simon looked sheepishly at Blair. "And again, Blair is present when we seem to be having a moment."

Joy looked over her shoulder at Blair and giggled.

"If you want, I can leave to give you some privacy," Blair said. Given that she scared her roommate on the first day of move-in with Chuck, it was only fair to share their space.

Joy untangled herself from Simon. "I don't know…"

"We can do whatever you want," Simon said quickly.

Joy was contemplative. She seemed to be weighing the pros and cons of staying in. A kiss was one thing, but Blair could tell it was too soon for Joy to overcome the judgement and opinions of others to do much else.

"You can always go for a walk?" Blair said.

"Yes. Let's go for a walk," Joy said. She got her coat and mouthed a thank you to Blair.

"Don't have too much fun now," Blair said to them as they left. "We still have meeting, Simon. Don't be late."

"You got it," he said. As the door closed, Blair watched Simon offer his hand to Joy. Their hands melded together, Joy entwining their fingers. Blair smiled to herself. She may not be cupid, but she definitely knew how to make miracles happen.

Bart was just sending a work email when he heard the familiar ping sound from the elevator. Evelyn and Kim had returned from their walk, and he could immediately sense a coldness between the two of them. They had left together, smiling and chatting, and returned silent and sullen. Kim walked toward him with a furious purpose, while Evelyn shuffled behind her, shoulder's hunched until she collapsed on the couch.

"Bart," Kim said. "Can I have a word with you?"

Bart glanced over at Evelyn. He could only see the back of her head. "Sure. We can go to my office upstairs."

"No need. This involves Evelyn actually."

"Really?"

He followed Kim to where Evelyn was seated. Evelyn glared at him and shook her head.

"Evelyn just informed me that she has a boyfriend," Kim said.

Ah. Kim looked at Evelyn with such disappointment as she said those words, that Bart was glad he took his time to digest that piece of information before he confronted Evelyn about it. The hurt was all over Evelyn's face. It wasn't making the situation any better.

"Are you aware of this?" Kim said.

"Yes," Bart said. "Evelyn and I have talked about it, and rules have been set."

"Rules? So you think this is a good idea?" Kim said. Her cheeks reddened.

"At first, no, but I thought honesty and trust were the best ways to handle this situation."

"Situation?" Kim said. She turned to Evelyn. "How long has this been going on for?"

Evelyn couldn't face her Aunt. "Over a month…"

"A month? Was this happening when you can home for Christmas?"

"Aunt Kim, we were just texting over the break. I only agreed to go on a date with him."

"Did you know about this?" Kim asked Bart.

"No. But—"

"Wait a minute," Kim said. "Let me get this straight. Evelyn's been seeing a boy without you knowing since Christmas, and you think honesty and trust are going to fix it now?"

"Kim—"

"Bart. How could you possibly trust her if she's been lying to you for months? Did she even tell you or did you just happen to find out?"

Bart didn't answer.

"And Evelyn. Since when did you think it was okay to lie?"

"I only did it because I knew this would happen," Evelyn said.

"No, this wouldn't happen because you wouldn't even be allowed to see a boy in the first place. You know where I stand on that issue, Evelyn, but it appears some other people don't." She snuck a glare at Bart. "I'm incredibly disappointed in you Evelyn," Aunt Kim said. "And I am just as disappointed in your father's attempt at parenting."

Bart was about to retort when Evelyn jumped in. "Aunt Kim—"

"No. I don't want to hear anymore, Evelyn." Aunt Kim said. "What makes you think I can trust anything you say now if you've been lying to me about this for months now? To my face?"

Evelyn tried to blink the glassiness out of her eyes. "Aunt Kim, I'm so sorry. I really am."

"Apologies are for those make them, not for those to whom they are made," Aunt Kim said. "And Bart—"

With her finger poised, pointed at him, she looked ready to tear into Bart's immoral parenting again. Bart knew how hot-tempered Aunt Kim could be, and right now she was having her moment of venting. He'd seen it before, and it didn't frighten him. But it concerned him that it appears that Evelyn wasn't as familiar and was on the brink of tears.

Aunt Kim was cut off with the ping sound from the elevator. They all looked expectantly at the unwanted interruption. He stepped forward, wearing a car length blue coat, grey scarf, his cheeks rosy from the cold. His beady eyes looked tentatively at the tense group on the sofa.

It was Dash.

What do you do when you have an unwanted visitor? A: Kick them out. B: Ask them to stay. Or C: Ignore them. What's it going to be, E?

Just when Evelyn thought her day couldn't get any worse, Dash showed up. She sighed at the sight of him and buried her head in her hands while groaning, "What are you doing here?"

She did wonder in that moment what possessed him to visit the penthouse. He knew she was still with her Aunt, dragging her feet through the worst day ever. Did he not think she wouldn't say anything to her Aunt after their conversation? Did he show up just to spite her and force her to confess to her Aunt about their relationship? How could he not have that much faith in her?

"Dash," Her father said. "This isn't a good time."

"I'm sorry…" Dash said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Is this him?" Her Aunt asked Evelyn.

Evelyn surfaced from her shielding hands, and glared at Dash. "Yes."

"I can just go—" Dash offered.

"No," Aunt Kim said. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Evelyn's Aunt Kim." She rose from the couch and stretched out her hand.

Dash took her hand. "I'm Dash."

"Dash?" Aunt Kim tested the name on her tongue like it was a new food. Evelyn knew her Aunt opposed non-traditional names, and knew her Aunt's current thought was who named a child Dash.

"It's short for Dashiell. Dashiell Montgomery. I'm—"

"Evelyn's boyfriend? She told me earlier."

"Oh, okay. She's told me quite a bit about you," Dash said.

"Has she, now?" Aunt Kim looked over her shoulder to Evelyn. Evelyn drew her legs close to her chest, whishing she could be hiding somewhere. If only she could dive under her bedcovers in that moment.

"Yup. All good things. Really. But that shouldn't be a surprise at all since she…looks up to you and all. Anyway, I'm really sorry for interrupting family time. I'll just go."

"No, please stay," Aunt Kim said. "I'd love to get to know you more since you're so special to Evelyn. I'm only here for the day, so I might as well make the most of it?"

Dash looked at Evelyn for permission to stay, but she refused to give any indication. He wanted her to tell the truth to her Aunt? Well he can deal with the consequences just as she would.

"Take a seat, Dash," Aunt Kim said. "Bart and I just need a word in private first."

Once Aunt Kim lead her father away to the kitchen, Dash was at Evelyn's side. He sat on the edge of the couch and reached to brush her arm. "Did you tell her?"

"No, she naturally made the assumption and found out." Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Of course, I told her."

"And she's not taking it well, huh?" He looked over his shoulder and caught Evelyn's Aunt glaring at him. When they locked eyes, she quickly turned away.

"I told you this would happen," Evelyn said. "Now she's going to hate me forever."

Dash grazed the length of her arm and tried to clasp his hand with hers. "I'm sure that's not true."

Evelyn shrugged out of his grip. "Like you would know. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I wanted to talk to you about how we left things after your phone call," He said.

"Dash," Evelyn drew in a breath and released, "I'm tired, haven't showered, and am literally the rope of a tug of war match right now, so whatever it is you want to talk to me about, make it quick."

"I wanted to apologize for what I said on the phone. I didn't mean to push you to tell your Aunt about us. I know we're both exhausted and under a lot of pressure right now, but I just needed to know that we're okay."

"At this point, I think I will be banned from seeing you, so that won't matter."

"Evelyn," Dash said his tone slightly aghast.

"What, Dash? I'm sorry if being a little curt is hurting you right now, but you didn't just get the 'I'm so disappointed in you' talk from the closest person that you consider a mother." Her vision started to become blurrier. "I know this is no big deal for you, but how do you tell your aunt that this relationship is a good thing? Or that you make me happy, when all she's waiting for is for us to fall apart? It's a no win situation!"

Evelyn stood, her hands cold, tears falling down her cheeks from frustration. "I just can't!" She swatted away Dash's pleading hands, and walked past her aunt and father, not wanting to look at any of them.

"Evelyn, honey," Her aunt called.

"Just leave me alone! All of you!" A sob escaped from her throat, and she rushed to her room.

Bart made no motions to go to Evelyn's room. It was too soon, he came to know, that she needed time to calm down, think about how she felt, before she could be consoled. He never intended for this issue to unravel like this. Just this morning, he felt like he was able to handle this situation quite aptly, but all of his hard work was no reduced to rubble.

Dash stood and walked in the same path Evelyn had moments ago. He looked unsure, his shoulders slumped, his hand in his hair.

"It's best to give her a bit to cool off," Bart said to Dash. "She's just overwhelmed that's all," Bart said.

Kim looked at him with confusion and anger. "Thinks he's an expert," She said under her breath.

Bart ignored her. She wanted to pick a fight with him, to bring out the worst in him, but he wouldn't engage. When he was young, he wouldn't think twice when defending himself, but now he knew better. He knew how to handle an opponent like Kim better.

Bart kept his gaze on Dash, who nodded. "Okay. Should I just.." He pointed to the elevator.

"No," Bart said. "I think the three of us need to talk about this."

Bart led the way back to the sofa. He crossed his legs and rested his arm on the arm rest, like he would when he was in deep thought. He knew he was going to have to be very tactful with Kim, and it didn't hurt to have Dash present as a buffer. He hoped Dash would prevent Kim from really unleashing in front of him, but he also thought if Dash were present, it would put a face to a concept Kim desperately feared for Evelyn.

"Bart," Kim said. "I don't think this conversation concerns Dash."

"It does," Bart said. "He can answer any questions you might have about this."

Kim sat as far away as she could from the two of them. Dash's legs bobbed up and down while he was seated. He was seated in between Bart and Kim, and he didn't know whether to look left or right.

"I'll get right to the point," Kim said. "I do not approve of Evelyn dating."

"That I can gather," Bart nodded his head slowly.

"I'm serious Bart," Kim said. "Look, Dash, this doesn't have anything to do with you personally, it's just that she is way too young."

"At first, I had the same thoughts," Bart said. "In fact, I was just as furious when I found out inadvertently at the UN Conference."

Dash rubbed the back of his neck. "I never told her to keep this a secret from you both. I have always encouraged her to be honest, but she wasn't comfortable telling either of you. I think I now understand why."

Kim's eyes narrowed. "You see, we never had these problems back in Connecticut. If you set a precedent, a rule about this, then we wouldn't be having this problem!"

Dash sunk in his seat, aware that he now sat in no man's land, as the rope was being tugged back and forth.

Bart remained motionless, unfazed by her dramatics. "Look, every child that lives in this household has been allowed to date with rules. That's our precedent. Chuck included. It wouldn't be fair, not mention hypocritical, to bar Evelyn from dating while everyone else can do as they please." If only Kim knew what Chuck had done, she would scream at him for a week.

"I'm not disputing that inequality," Kim said. "I just question what kind of house you run."

Dash sunk into his seat even further. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

"Thank you for your concern, but it's run just fine."

"Really? Because I've noticed a shift in Evelyn. She doesn't seem herself, and I wonder if this environment is good for her."

"She's still finding herself," Dash muttered.

"We all are," Bart said. "It's no longer your right to decide what's best for Evelyn. It's first and foremost her decision, and because she lives with me, mine. You must respect that."

"Well, I don't think we'll be getting much further on this issue since we fundamentally disagree," Kim said. She reached for her bag.

"Wait," Dash said suddenly. "I know we all want what's best for Evelyn, but you can't leave this like this. Look, I really care about Evelyn a lot, and I would never do anything to hurt her. I don't know if that means anything to you or not, but it's how I feel. That's why I'm even here today. And if you care about her as much as you say you do, don't walk out on her like this. I know what that's like, and that's the worst thing you can do to Evelyn right now."

Kim sat back down. "Then why does it feel like I've lost her already?"

"You haven't. Trust me. She wouldn't have reacted this way if she didn't care."

Kim's eyes found the carpet. "Okay. We'll have to make a compromise then. She not only has to obey your rules, but mine as well."

"I can agree to that," Bart said.

Dash nodded in agreement. "Should I go see if she's ready to talk?"

"No," Bart said. "I'll go."

Evelyn lied on her bed, facing the ceiling. She clutched her pillow and let the remaining frustration tears fall down her cheeks and drop onto her pillowcase. She didn't want to hear any explanation from anyone. She had enough of everyone wanting something from her, telling her what to do, imposing themselves. All she felt was entrapment, a compressed feeling that she felt from every person she cared about from all sides: her father, Aunt Kim, Dash. If they didn't stop, she feared she would be crushed.

This is why she didn't want to tell anyone that she was dating Dash. She knew it would get blown out of proportion because God forbid she allow herself to be with a guy. What other child in this house got this treatment? She wondered about Chuck, knowing his illustrious womanizing reputation at her age, and she wondered if he ever had to report to their father like she was expected to do. She wondered if he entertained women at the penthouse. He definitely was allowed to stay out as late as he wanted.

She knew the answer to all of these suggestions. In response, she tossed her pillow across the room. It was all unfair, but it was always going to be unfair for her wasn't it? Why fight it? She never questioned it when she lived with her Aunt Kim for her whole childhood, and was consequently rewarded for her good behaviour, but now that she had space to question, she knew there was a certain expectation from her that everyone else didn't have. She was sick of it.

Someone knocked on the door.

She didn't acknowledge it. She was too busy feeling the fury of inferiority, the frustration of compression, and she was trying desperately to find the words to explain these feelings.

The door cracked open. "May I come in?"

It was her father. She still didn't answer.

And like she predicted, he entered without her consent. "How are you feeling?"

"Frustrated," Evelyn said.

"I don't blame you. I felt like everything we worked through this morning just went right out the window."

Evelyn scoffed. "When you try to reason with Aunt Kim, that usually does happen."

Her father didn't say anything to contradict her. "I know this day has been unprecedented, but when you're ready, we can all sit down and talk about this. About compromise."

Evelyn sat up. "Compromise?" With her Aunt Kim, it was always her way or no way.

"Yes. We've been talking, and we've come to figure out a compromise."

"Really?" She was unconvinced.

"Yes. If you come out, then you'll find out."

Evelyn sighed and jumped to her feet. "Fine."

She trailed her father to find that not only Aunt Kim waited in the living room, but also Dash was seated beside her. He gave her a small smile as she looked at the whole scene with bewilderment.

"Evelyn," Aunt Kim began. "I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier. I was caught completely off guard."

"Okay," Evelyn said.

"Your father and I have come to an agreement." She paused. "While we will allow you to see Dash, there will be rules."

Evelyn nodded along as she listed them. She had no idea how her Aunt came around to accepting her relationship with Dash, but she wasn't going to question it. It was a huge step, and the compression she felt earlier seemed to slowly release. The rules she listed weren't any different than what she was used to in Connecticut. She could adapt to them easily.

"Well, I should go. I have to drive back to Southington from New Jersey."

"I'll walk you out," Evelyn said.

She followed her Aunt to the elevator and pressed the button while her Aunt said her goodbyes. She shook Bart's hand and gave Dash a hug. Evelyn couldn't tell, but she seemed to be whispering something in his ear, and then walked into the waiting elevator.

"I'm really sorry I wasn't honest to you about Dash sooner," Evelyn said after the doors shut.

"I know you are," Aunt Kim said. "I just hope this won't stop you from being honest with me in the future."

"It won't, Aunt Kim. I promise," Evelyn said.

They spoke about this and that as the elevator continued its descent. "I can tell you the whole story of how this even happened if you're interested."

"I am. I always am, Evelyn," Aunt Kim said. "Don't forget that."

Evelyn smiled. She got off the elevator and walked through the lobby with her Aunt. "I must say, out of all the boys you could have picked, I think you made a good choice with Dash."

Evelyn couldn't conceal the look of surprise that crossed her face. "Really?" An approval from Aunt Kim meant more than she would ever be able to express.

"It's takes someone of strong character to sit through a tense discussion between your father and I, and actually talk some sense into us."

"Sense? What sense?"

"He reminded me to have perspective," Aunt Kim said. "I have to go if I want to catch the next bus out. I'll call you when I get home."

"Thank you for coming Aunt Kim, really." Evelyn hugged her back fiercely. "I'll call you tomorrow, so I can tell you the whole story. Everything."

Her Aunt held onto her longer, her eyes moving over her face, as if trying to trace all the details on what she looked like. "I love you, Evie."

"I love you too. Always. Send my best to Uncle Travis."

Evelyn watched her aunt wave her goodbyes, and disappear onto the streets. She felt lighter. Freer. But she felt that everything that was turned upside down today, was put right side up. She relished the feeling of peace, and turned to return to the penthouse when she saw Dash walking toward her.

"Hey, where are you going?" Evelyn asked.

"I think I overstayed my welcome," Dash said.

Evelyn shook her head. "Wait. I'm sorry for not telling my aunt about us sooner."

"It's okay."

"And that I was being unfair on the phone."

"It's okay."

"And for completely making you feel like a zero in the penthouse."

"Evelyn? It's okay."

Her brows furrowed. "No, it's not."

"Look, I sat with your Aunt and totally get why you didn't want to tell her. I shouldn't have pushed you if you weren't comfortable."

"But that doesn't mean I should have been mean to you," Evelyn said.

"We're both tired and stressed. Words weren't coming out right from both of us."

Evelyn nodded. He was being fair. She wasn't. "Thank you for coming today. I can't imagine what it would be like to sit in the middle of a tug of war."

'It was…interesting."

"Well, my Aunt was impressed with you. I think you actually earned her respect."

"Me?" Dash touched his chest in mock surprise.

Evelyn gave him a light shove. "Stop it. All she said was that you have strong character."

"Well, she's not wrong," Dash said.

Evelyn rolled her eyes.

'So, are we okay?"

She nodded. "Definitely okay." She drew him into her embrace and kissed him. "Even though you are such a pain sometimes."

"Me? You're the stubborn one," Dash said. He kissed her again and again.

Realizing they were in public, Evelyn pulled away.

"How's Ozzy?"

Dash had a look of irritation cross his face. He probably wondered why she would be thinking of him in that present moment. "He's going to be fine. I'll be looking after him for the next little bit. From now on, he's my responsibility, not yours."

"Okay," Evelyn said. But she wasn't convinced Dash was right to think that. Should she just stay on the sideline and not confront Ozzy about last night? What if there was something else going on?

Maybe she was overreacting. Dash spoke with him earlier that morning. He did take care of him. It was going to be okay.

"What are you going to do when you get home?" She asked as she followed him onto the street.

"I should do homework, but I'll probably just sleep."

Evelyn hugged her arms, the cold winder refusing to relent.

"Unless you want to go for a Sunday drive?" Dash offered. He opened the door to his limo and wiggled his eyebrows.

Evelyn bit the inside of her lip and weighed her options. If she just sent a message to her father explaining her whereabouts, an innocent one, she wouldn't be technically breaking the rules. It would be a compromise.

Evelyn scrambled into the limo, the bite of the wind making her decision. She pulled Dash by the hand behind her.

The Baizen Penthouse was more lavish than Ozzy expected. Sure, he'd seen some opulent places, the Bass Penthouse standing out in his memory, but he was struck with the stark white walls and slate grey floors. He looked around, called out if anyone was home and neared a circular table, its legs black, surface marble. A large urn of sunflowers was the only colour from what Ozzy could see.

He heard the clicking of heels against the slate. Catherine walked toward him, a smile on her face. She wore a dark grey night gown, a sheer robe over top, loosely tied. "Hey there, stranger. You don't nearly look as rough as you made it sound."

"I feel it. Trust me," he said. He tried to read her face for answers, but all he saw were straight white teeth. "Where is everyone?"

She stopped in front of him and leaned on the table. "My parents went away for the weekend. They'll be back tomorrow. It's just me today. I'm glad you came. It's really quiet here. Come. Your stuff is in my room."

She led the way up one of the spiraling staircases. Ozzy looked at the grand crystal chandelier that hung in between them. It looked like a ballroom he'd seen in the movies where couples dressed in elegant gowns and tailored suits twirled around the room. He also noticed the clear high heeled slippers Catherine wore that clacked with every step.

Catherine weaved through a maze of corridors until she opened the only closed door. Inside, the walls were a soft lilac. Her bed was white, with varying shades of purple accent pillows. She closed the door behind him.

"We were both asleep when Thom called on us to get up. The police were called to the party, and we didn't have time to pick everything up, so we tried to put on the essentials and went. You were having trouble staying awake, so I dressed you."

His stomach sank. Dressed him? He refused to read into that double meaning. He just needed his wallet. Then, he would know for sure. He would have proof.

"I don't remember any of that," He said.

Catherine picked up a pile of this belongings, his sweater and jeans neatly folded. "You don't remember anything at all?"

Ozzy snatched his wallet on top of the pile and checked its contents. The condom was gone. Fuck.

"No," he said. "I remember stuff. I blacked out when we fell asleep." He didn't necessarily remember the sight of her when they had sex, but he could remember the feeling, skin on skin, penetrating her. It was disoriented from earlier; he thought it was just the shots that he remembered, but the smell of lilac that he smelled in this room was familiar. That's what triggered his memory.

"Well, why don't you stay for a bit? I can fill in the blanks?" She sat on the edge of her bed, crossed her legs. Her robe opened like a curtain,

He was about to decline, knowing that he shouldn't lead her on any further. He was sure the sex was good, he would remember if it was bad, but he didn't want Catherine to think there was more to his actions last night than there was. She just happened to be at the right place at the right time, and he made a stupid mistake. Multiple stupid mistakes.

"Before you say no, Thom gave me a parting gift after we dropped you off last night." She got up, shrugged out of the robe, and picked up a small packet with white powder inside. "Thom said you'd like this."

He swallowed and looked at the floor. "He was probably joking."

"Really? I saw you both smoking on the balcony last night."

He kept his gaze low.

"You don't have to be ashamed," Catherine said. "Sometimes you just need to let off some steam. We all do it."

"Do you?"

"Well, I've never tried this stuff before," she said. "But I would if you did it with me." She stood close to him and held his hands. She looked up at him, eyes wide.

"I should go," Ozzy said. "I'm really behind in all of my classes."

"So am I, but I know I won't get anything done. Not today anyway. Stay awhile," Catherine said. "Please?"

He remembered that she was crying last night. She told him her insecurities and he comforted her. It all was coming back to him, cloudy as it was. Now, she was expecting him to stay.

"Okay," he said.

She squeezed his hands and kissed him on the cheek. "You're the best."

Catherine kicked her slippers off. She hopped onto her bed and invited him to join. She opened the pouch and started to pour the powder into lines. Ozzy sat on the edge of the bed. He was finally feeling better from his hangover. Did he really need to do this again?

He slowly pulled out a single from his wallet. He rolled it up methodically, making sure it's structure was taut. If he didn't procure these on his own, then it wouldn't get much worse than this. It would just be used recreationally. No immediate access, no harm.

He inhaled the first line and offered the bill to her. They took turns, and he felt himself coming alive again. Catherine began to tell him the story of what happened when Thom woke them up. They took his limo and struggled to get him into the house since Ozzy didn't have a key. Then, they heard a door open inside, and knew someone was going to find him and had to go. It was all handled poorly, Catherine admitted, and she couldn't sleep because she didn't know if he was okay.

As she said this, the one spaghetti strap slid down her shoulder. "I think we should talk about the elephant in the room."

"What's that?"

She started giggling. "We slept together last night."

"I know."

"Did you like it?"

Ozzy's memories may have been faint, but he did remember how he felt. "Yeah. It was fun."

She shrugged a bit so her other strap fell. "Do you want to do it again? No strings attached."

He licked his lips. His head was lolling to the side a bit, and he wondered what it would be like if he could fully remember what sex with Catherine was like.

"If you want."

Catherine grinned and pulled him from the edge of the bed to lying beside her. She traced her finger along his jaw line. She looked at him seriously, pushed his hair out of his eyes, and leaned in to kiss him. She kissed him lightly, then her mouth parted, and he explored it.

Unlike last night, he would remember this encounter. This time, he would remember her feathery moans, her night dress slipping off her supple body easily. She nibbled his ear and his hands explored all of her curves before nestling between her legs.

He shed his clothes quickly and was on top of her, kissing her long and deep, their bodies rocking back and forth. This time he'd remember rubbing his fingers on her slick folds, and hooking two fingers inside. He'd remember suckling her breasts, his hot mouth leaving marks all over her body, the most prominent on her collarbone. He'd remember her insistence to put her mouth around him, sucking him dry. Later, he had her calling his name as he penetrated her again and again.

He would be cursed with remembering all of this, at the time something seemingly harmless, an addictive release even. Whether he knew it or not, the more he remembered, the more he lost himself. What could torture him the most was that now he wouldn't forget the mistakes he's made.

In life, everyone is subject to having regrets. As one poet wrote, the decisions you make dictate the life you lead. Some of our decisions may set us free, while others may entrap us. But even if we continue to make the same mistakes, those regrets don't get any lighter, and the cage doesn't get any larger.

You won't regret me,

XOXO Gossip Girl

A/N: And there you have it! Bart/Evelyn finally had the talk, Kim visited, Chuck/Jack are getting closer, Ozzy continues to be, well...Ozzy, and Blair and Joy are possibly becoming...friends?

That's quite a bit of development in this chapter, would you agree?

Now, where are we heading next? The next chapter will be titled, "How to Succeed in Bassness". It will centre around Eleanor Waldorf's fashion show for a new line. Nothing says drama on the UES than a fashion disaster!

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and I can't wait to hear what you think. Sound off with your opinions in a review!

Till next time,

XOXO EZ11