This is my first fanfic. Enjoy.

She sat there starring at her reflection through the mirror. What was wrong? What's happened to her life? She has got everything that she ever wanted and more. What else could a girl ask for? She's got the man she loves, more than enough money to spend and yet, she felt as if something was missing in her life. Happiness.

As she slid her engagement ring off, she heard a knock on the door. It was Chuck.
"Hey HoneyB, you almost ready?"
"Yeah, I just have to put on some cover-up"
"Why would you need cover-up? You're beautiful just the way you are"
"Thanks, but not everyone has the same opinion as you do."

"Haha, okay. I'll be downstairs waiting. Don't take too long though. Nate and his fiancé are expecting us soon. Oh, and I got the limo you like."

She gave a long sigh after Chuck left the room. What bothered her was the fact that Chuck didn't know what she liked.. He didn't know anything about what she wanted either. He always made decisions up for her. It's been strange between them since they've returned from England. Their relationship was different there. Or maybe it was just something she never thought it was. When he purposed, she felt like they were rushing it. But she didn't have the heart to tell him that she needed some time. That they needed sometime. From the outside looking in, they were the perfect couple. Rich, beautiful, happy and in love. But no one knew what it was like to be her. To be Chuck's fiancé. It wasn't that she didn't love him. She did. It was just that their relationship had seemed surreal to her. That maybe it was all just a lie. She decided to put back on her engagement ring and the fake smile that she's been wearing for the past month.

As she walked through the Archibald's entrance, her eyes caught Nate right away. She remembered the last time seeing him. It had been awhile. Maybe a year and a half? Nate welcomed the both of them with a heart warming hug. His smile was bigger than ever. He hasn't really change much since the last time she saw him. He seemed so happy. "Hey, I want you to meet my fiancé. She said she's been dying to meet you. Hey sweetie, come here."

Behind the tall blonde girl, a beautiful stunning brunette appeared from her back. She was gorgeous. She was not too tall but, not too short. Her hair was curly and long. She had big brown eyes and a mischievous smile. From head to toe, this girl was Upper East Side material. Yet, she somehow looked familiar to her. She could have sworn that she's seen her somewhere before.

"Hi there, I'm Blair Waldorf. Nice to finally meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Brooke Livingston."

"Lovely name, so how long have you and Chuck known each other?"

"Its been about two years maybe? How about you and Nate?"

"Oh, we've been together since grade school.. Wow, two years? That's quite the accomplishment for Chuck Bass."

Before she could even reply, Brooke felt a gush of wind run right through her. Chuck had tightly grabbed Blair by her sides and push her into him. Blair quickly reacted with an uplifting grin. It wasn't like the same smile that she had just gave Nate or Brook. With this smile, Brooke somehow knew that there were secrets waiting to be unfold behind their casual hug.

"B, how are you? You look amazing as usual."

"Thank you Bass. Pretty good myself, how about you?"

"Hanging in there, trying to get use to the city, weather and people again."

"Are you kidding me? That was one of the last things I'd expected to hear. Especially from you."

"Well, things change."

"Yeah… yeah, they have."

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Flashback

"I'm surprised that you're not mad at me yet."

"If you know I don't like it, then why don't you stop."

"Who are you kidding? It's me, it's who I am."

"Well then, you will change."

"How do you know I'm going to change?"

"Because you don't want me to be unhappy."

Chuck looked at Brooke, then stared at the floor.

"I'm sorry."

"See, I told you that you'd change."

"What?"

"Think about it, have you ever sincerely said sorry to someone in your life before?"

There was a moment of silence.

"That, you're wrong about. I have truly said sorry to one person."

"Oh. And who would this lucky person be?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. They never accepted it anyways."

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I'll try to finish the next chapter soon :)