Chapter 3-

Chapter 3-

Title: They Don't Write Songs About The Ones That Come Easy.

Summary: I gotsed a new summary cos the old one was crap :D

Pairing: Blair/Chuck

Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah doesn't own Gossip Girl Blah something Blah damn Blah.

Rating: T, for an itty bit of language. A few words now actually. But it's the F word so uh-oh. Beep it out in your head if you under 15 :).

Authors Note: YAY! Again! I'm sorry I'm updating so late but yeah, lotsa stuff. I went on outward bound for one :D But yeah I'm taking time out of my hectic fourteen-year-old life to update. Aha. So, on with the story!

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They Don't Write Songs About The Ones That Come Easy.

Chapter 3

THE BITCH IS BACK

She is running, a hundred miles an hour, in the wrong direction.

And she is trying, but the canyon's ever widening in the depths of her cold heart.

He stumbles through his apartment in a daze, stopping in front of a bright yellow wall. He can't help but wonder who the fuck put a yellow wall in the middle of his place. The sheer intensity of its colours makes his eyes hurt, or maybe that's just the scotch talking. Thinking. Whatever.

Dammit. She used to say that word all the time, mostly when she'd had one drink too many, before she was old enough to form coherent sentences under the influence of three martinis and half his scotch.

Maybe that's why he said it? Thought it. Whatever. There it was again. He's sure he's only had two glasses of scotch. Or eleven. Surely if he'd had eleven scotches he'd be either passed out or dead. Then again, he is standing in front of a wall he definitely does not remember.

He shouldn't even be drinking. He can't actually remember the reason why he poured himself a drink in the first place…

"Chuck? It's me, Serena, are you in here?"

It seems the reason has just entered his apartment. Fabulous.

"Gimme minute Van Der Whatsit, I'm in the middle of a D and M with my wall, self, whatever."

He must have had at least 6 glasses, Chuck Bass doesn't get piss drunk easily. At least that's what he tells himself.

"Chuck, are you drunk? Seriously?" She fails miserably to hide the incredulity in her voice.

"Only on love S, only on loooove" He proceeds to attempt to walk towards her voice, forgetting where he's standing.

"Shit! Who the fuck put this yellow wall in the middle of my apartment!"

His last thought before curling up next to the wall is that he has developed a sudden dislike for scotch and the colour yellow. He doubts his feelings will last long. But then again, he thought that not long ago, and he definitely pulled the short straw on that one.

She's Blair Waldorf and she's Not afraid.

"Blair!"

Oh god, it is way too early in the morning to be dealing with a golden haired psychopath.

"Blair, wake-up beautiful! It's a new day and the sun is shining—"

"And I'm still going to be a social leper at school, so really Serena, there's no need for the pep talk,"

She lifts her head from its imprint on her pillow and glances at the window drowsily.

"And it's raining."

She looks at Serena seriously,

"Are you delusional, S?"

"No B, but you have to go to school, Chucks already staying home and it would look a little weird if you both took the day off…"

Serena cringes as she realizes what she's just said.

"What, why is Chuck staying home?"

She tries to sound uninterested, and in spectacular post-downfall non-Blair fashion, fails dismally.

"He was off his head this morning so I shoved him into something that resembled a bed and told him that he had ruined my morning."

"And what did he say?"

"I believe that once he had regained consciousness, he said something along the lines of 'suck it up princess'."

She resists the urge to smirk as she hears Serena's story. But what really confuses her is the fact that Chuck was drunk. He doesn't get drunk easily, he's probably become immune to actually. Serena thinks it's because he's Chuck Bass, and he has a passion for smashin', but Blair likes to think there's a greater reason. People aren't just like that. People.

It hits her, not for the first time, that everyone will probably be expecting her to stay home today and possibly for the rest of her life.

She's Blair Waldorf and she lives for proving people wrong.

He wakes up and his first thought is a sarcastic, 'Blair would be so impressed'. No, his first thought was actually 'where's the fucking Panadol', but Blair and pounding headaches seem to associate with each other a lot these days.

But still, the Blair thought was his second.

He figures that he'll go to school after break; he doesn't need another lecture from Bart about he's washing his future into a dark abyss. Chuck says that when his father stops trying to wash bullshit down his dark abyss, he'll concentrate on school.

His number 3 reason for not really wanting to attend school is Serena. His memory of her call this morning is not exactly what you'd call 'fond'.

Earlier that morning, on the phone.

"Chuck, why the hell is your scarf under her pillow?"

Great, just what he needs, Van Der Woodsen in the morning.

"I don't know what you're talking about sis, maybe we should just stop talking and take that family bath you've been promis-"

"Chuck! One, EW. Two, don't call me sis. And three, you need to focus Bass, I will spell it out for you."

He smirks at the response from Serena and for once tries to listen to what she's saying. Keyword being tries.

"Why. Is. Your. Scarf. Under. Blair's. Pillow. Asshole."

Ha, maybe the girl hasn't totally given up her old ways, she must be way past one to many to be think that Blair had his scarf under her pillow, I mean how would she get his scarf…wait.

"She put it under her pillow?"

"You knew she had the scarf Chuck! Oh for god's sake has the whole world held this meeting about people randomly handing out sentimentally valuable items and just not invited me? Has it Chuck, has it?!"

"Calm down Van Der Woodsen, yes I gave her the scarf, but I didn't know it was under her pillow."

He can't help but smile at the thought of Blair sleeping with his scarf under her pillow. It's so…un-Blair, but then again, she never really acted Blair-like with him.

"Chuck, you need to realise that this will not help her! She needs to forget about you, cleanse the muck from her life, drink a lot of hot coffee so she can get it together and defrost!"

"As much as I'm touched that you think of me as muck, VDW, I don't think it's your choice. How do you know she has it under her pillow anyway, I thought the two of you had a falling out?"

"Yeah, well we made up when she tried to run away to France, and now I'm at her's and I walk into her room, she's asleep and there's your stupid piece of material hanging out from under her pillow while she sleeps"

"Wait, she tried to run away to France, what are you talking about Serena?"

He knows she's already regretting letting that little piece of information slip.

"Don't worry about it Chuck, she's here now. But you can't be."

"Wait, Serena, when exactly did she try to run?"

He tells himself she won't confirm his fears.

"Um, 9:30 the day of Gossip Girls little you and Blair revelation."

Oh god no. She'd appeared at the bar at about 8:45. There was no doubt that he was the last person she'd spoken to. She'd come to him and he'd turned her away. She hadn't run after Nate had abandoned her, or Serena had walked away, she'd run when he'd told her he didn't want her. That she was no longer beautiful. God he was such a liar. He'd broken her, and he wasn't going to let himself do it again.

"Okay S, I'll leave her alone. Promise"

"Thankyou Chuck, you know it's for the best."

"Yeah, whatever. Bye Serena."

"Bye Chuck."

Yeah, school didn't seem so appealing right now. But he was still going to go. He was Chuck Bass after all and getting piss drunk after promising not to bother Blair Waldorf ever again was not any reason to stay off school apparently. Although he was pretty sure he'd only just begun to classify as sober, and his head felt like an oriental gong being whacked by one of those whacking things.

Twenty minutes later and he's ready to leave, and be on time for his fourth period class.

He tells himself he's not going just to see if Blair does.

He's not.

Promise.

She's forced Serena to spill what she believes is the whole story. She came to Blair's, called some people when she saw Blair was sleeping, got a message from Lily asking her to find out why Charles had not yet left his hotel room for school. Serena had gone over there, thrown a drunk and possibly unconscious Chuck into be, sent a highly false message to Lily and come back to Blair's.

She's Blair Waldorf, and on occasion she's believes people a little too much.

She's dressed and ready now, and because Serena woke her up early, despite going to Chuck's room at the Palace, they're going to make it to first homeroom with time to spare.

"Blair honey, let's go!"

"Yeah S, hold your horses, we might get wet"

"So bring a coat, come on!"

So she puts on her Blair face and marches down the stairs.

The bitch is back ladies!

He strides into school mid-way through morning break and the first thing he sees is the fallen princess and the golden angel seated on a bench near the front of the school. To everyone else she was the queen, but to him she was his princess. God that sounds sappy. Like something Nathaniel would say. About Serena anyway. Ugh, he does not want to think about Nate right now.

The two girls are chatting happily, seemingly oblivious to the harsh people that surround them, staring at them, judging them. Blair was scribbling something idly on the stone bench, her eyes glued on Serena.

Across the road at the Met steps, the elite group of girls huddle around Hazel and Jenny. He tells himself they won't last long as the rulers of the UES. Most would probably agree.

Blair and Serena rise from their spots on the bench and head towards the entrance to the school.

He waits until they've disappeared inside to walk up to the bench, keeping his promise to Serena. He sits down and wonders if he and Blair will ever go back to the way they were. No, scrap that, he'd be happy if she was, which means if things went back to before they got together, before Serena and Nate did the deed first, before their worlds began to crack.

He know it won't happen, but things were simpler then, the four of them together.

But despite the fact that she currently sleeps with an item of his clothing under her pillow and that he seems to be, along with Serena, one of the only people who can make her truly smile these days, he doesn't believe she'd ever want him back in her life. They both made mistakes, he apologised, but he would be surprised if she ever did, she was Blair Waldorf. But then again, he never thought she'd lose her virginity to him in the back of a moving vehicle.

He didn't think she'd even seen him walk through the gates just before. He had thought that she might of glanced at him once, but when he looked up at her, she was scribbling and chatting away.

He leant back on his hands and felt scratches in the stone of the bench. Strangely, the scratches didn't seem random. He looked down at where he had put his hand and saw the unmistakeable handwriting of the girl he knew so well.

'I'm sorry'

His first thought was that it was a very Chuck thing to do, write a note on the bench where you knew the receiver would see it. His second thought was to chase after her, to kiss her and give her the world. But Serena was right. It wouldn't help her. Not right now anyway. So instead of chasing after her, he stood up and walked into St Jude's.

Most people would have expected him to make smartass remarks at the sniggers he got from many of the boys, but he just kept walking, head held high, got his books from his locker and walked into class. He looked up at the teacher and his eyes never strayed as he took in the learning, blocking out the sounds of boys congratulating him on his score in a very Blair-esque way.

How ironic. Now he was starting to act like her.

Well it definitely wasn't because he loved her.

Promise.

She saw him walk into St Jude's, not looking entirely too upbeat. God she wanted him to smile at her, or smirk or something. The horrible comments she could deal with, but this must be what hell felt like. It definitely wasn't what love felt like. No way. Not with Chuck Bass. Chuck Bass who yeah, could be an ass, but still made her smile and feel all weird in her stomach, like she had…

Oh god.

This was bad. Very bad.

He could see her through the classroom window, standing there, lost in thought looking absolutely stunning. He needed to stop thinking like this. But there was one thought that seemed to not want to leave his head.

He probably should have murdered those butterflies.

He is running, a hundred miles an hour, in the wrong direction.

AN: WEEHOO! Chapter 3 done :D :D

Ok, first off, the lyrics don't belong to me, they belong to casting crowns. I first heard the song when I watched gleechild's video (the links on her profile, watch it, its amazing) and now I'm in love with the song, it called 'Does anybody hear her' and it fits Blair really well, and BC :)

Second, I really can't (be bothered) figure out the timeline on this show cos its actually rather confusing, so in the story, hears the order-

-Blair and Chuck show bar scene happens.

-Blair tries to run to France.

-Next night, story scarf/bar scene happens.

-Next day or two? Chuck gets call from S at Blair's, first day back at school, because I think I'm taking the downfall day as a Friday, followed by the weekend and now it's Monday. If you have a problem with it or are still confused, please tell me!

Also, it's actually kinda hard to write Chuck as a non-drunk, which is weird because I really don't see Chuck as a drunk in the first place.

As always, I'm young and impressionable,

So READ AND REVIEW :)!

Thanks.

You know you love me.

PS, yes, Nate will be coming into this in the next few chapters. Damn, Nate lovers, I'll try to be nice. Jenny lovers, it may be time to go and find another fic. JOKING. But yeah, she's like, the bottom of my 'people I can tolerate without contemplating jumping off a bridge' list. Oh and italics is flashbacks, except the first few lines and the last which are the italic song lyrics, song mentioned above

Thankies again (L)