Beauty and the Beast: Chapter 2
A groan escaped the lips of the tiny brunette as she lay in her bed, red dots covering her porcelain skin. The thirteen year old was a little too old to have chicken pox, but she did because when her father's friend brought their little annoying three year old and had given Blair Waldorf the chicken pox. What could she do, though? Dorota was watching her like a hawk, making sure that everything Blair was doing wouldn't allow her to leave the house. The girl was missing school for at least a week because she didn't want the world to know about her blemishes that itched.
Her friends had sent her flowers, chocolates, balloon, cards, and other things that were suppose to make sick kids happy, but nothing had cheered her up. The only good thing about the whole day so far was that Nate had called twice to see how she was doing. It made her feel loved.
"Dorota!" she whined as she rang the little gold bell next to her bed. The Polish maid ran into the room, smiling at Blair.
"Yes Mees Waldorf?"
"I want some chicken soup. Now" the sick Blair was even worse then the healthy Blair because she wanted everything right away without thought. Dorota had been sent on a wild goose chase all day. "And sunflowers. I want some sunflowers in my room."
Dorota nodded and hurried out of the room, leaving her door ajar. Blair had practically everything surrounding her, things from food to magazines with celebrities to books. Her cell phone suddenly vibrated and Blair snatched it off the comforter. Of course she immediately thought that it was Nate, calling to ask if everything was ok and if she needed something. But when her eyes landed on the caller id, she sighed.
"What?"
"Well, I wasn't expecting such a welcoming greeting."
"Seriously Bass? I don't feel well and I don't want to argue right now. So can your just get the teasing over with and hang the phone up?" Blair asked tiredly. Chuck's eyes widened. Was Blair seriously surrendering? He should have recorded the conversation.
"Actually, I was just wondering if you needed anything."
Blair sniffled, allowing snot to go up her nose and through her windpipe. Sure, she may have red dots all over her pale body, but that didn't matter. She had a cold on top of that and a temperature of 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Her fingers scratched one of the dots on her stomach before replying. "Could you bring over some vanilla ice cream, a mocha frappachino…and Beauty and the Beast?" her voice was almost a whisper that Chuck had to strain his ears to listen to her voice.
"Of course. Anything else?"
"Thanks Chuck."
"It'll be fun as long as I don't walk in and see Harry Potter posters everywhere" Chuck teased and then the dial tone separated the two's voices for the moment. At least there was one person who supported the brunette during her time of need. And like she thought, she was thirteen and there needed to be someone around her and for the day, it had been the Harry Potter books and the enchanting words that swirled around her brain.
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"Meese Blair, Meester Chuck is here" Dorota said, waking Blair from her small nap. A groan escaped the red lips as she opened her eyes and sat up, completely discombobulated. Chuck noticed this as he entered the room, his arms filled with the richest ice cream, a new movie, a Starbucks and…
"Meester Chuck got you a rose, so I place it in vase," Dorota said, pointing to the vase by her bed. Blair gaped at the rose, looking at the perfection of it. Well, there were two roses, both red and beautiful. Suddenly, she recomposed herself and shoved all of the crap on her bed off the side, making room for her and Chuck to sit. Chuck sat down next to Blair, kicking his shoes off his feet. Harold Waldorf peaked in the room and saw the two sitting next to each other and grinned.
"I told you, Blair bear, someone would be here to see you. Do you want me to put the movie in?" Blair nodded, and Chuck tried not to laugh. The nickname was bad, it was just so…Blair. It was just as adorable and it fit her. Harold walked over (it was more of a swagger, Chuck noted) and started the movie. The father walked over to his daughter, gave her a kiss on the forehead and walked over to the maid who was standing in the corner. "I always see little boys lining up to date my daughter, and I fear for them. But Charles Bass is the exception." And with that the father departed from the room, having wisdom that even Dorota hadn't realized.
Blair, however, hadn't heard anything because she had been smiling and laughing with Chuck. He always knew how to make her feel better. Dorota even slipped out of the room and closed the door. It was something about Chuck that made Blair feel as though she was queen of the world. But suddenly she hushed him as Belle started to sing.
"There goes the baker just the same as always…" the princess's voice echoed the room and Chuck smiled at Blair.
"I could have smuggled in some booze if you had wanted some" he said randomly. Blair looked at him and smiled.
"Penciling in a night to get wasted is not something I want to do" she said, itching some more of the red dots. Chuck grabbed her delicate hand.
"Don't scratch. The more scratching you do, the more likely you'll get scars. And we don't want a pretty girl like you covered with scratches." Blair nodded in agreement. As the movie flickered through the screen, Chuck watched the brunette close her eyes.
Chuck had a secret about those roses. One was a real rose from the flower shop by Blair's house, and the other was a plastic one. It represented the amount of caring Chuck had for the brunette, probably more then he felt for any other human being in the world.
"Hey Chuck?" Blair whispered, drawing a pair of brown eyes over to her. "You're the first person to come and see me when I'm sick." Her hand twitched as she almost scratched another itch.
"Well then, I'll just have to continue being the first for everything," Chuck said, grinning. Blair let out a laugh and then she fell into a deep sleep. "Wait: I thought Nathanial was here first!" but there was no reply as Blair continued to sleep.
Chuck smiled and closed his eyes, resting his head on her head and one of his arms wrapped itself around her waist. She was only allowing Chuck to be around her when she was sick because she was discombobulated, but Chuck didn't mind. In fact, he enjoyed a break from their constant arguments. It made him feel like someone may perhaps love him.
And love was a fickle thing.