She chose the one with a one emblazoned on the card, guessing that it was the first.
The card read,
B
When we were four years old, you loved to play on the swings.
I liked playing on the slide better.
We would always argue over where we should go first. You would always win.
C
Blair smiled, remembering those days. She had always wondered why Chuck didn't just go play on the slides by himself. Now she understood.
Nate and Serena were playing tag, getting dirty as usual.
Prim and proper Blair was arguing with the devious and conniving Chuck.
"Please Chuckles, lets go on the swings first. I love the swings "
Chuck stood firm. Even at such a young age, he was Chuck fucking Bass.
Then he looked at the girl before him. Her eyes were wide, pleading. Her lips were pulled into a pout.
He relented, and they skipped off to the swings, hand in hand.
She slowly unwrapped the gift. Opening the tiny box, she gasped.
It was a tiny gold swing set, everything, from the swings to the little girls shoes were gold. Except for a scarf and a headband. The two swings were occupied by a little girl, and a little boy. They were holding hands. The girl was wearing a tiny dress, with stockings and buckled mary janes. In her hair was a red headband. The little boy was wearing an immaculate pair of pants and shirt. He was wearing a red striped scarf.
She looked even closer. Where their hands met, there was a butterfly sitting there. It was beautiful.
She had tears in her eyes. Chuck really was thoughtful.
She couldnt believe that he had remembered. Down to what she would wear.
She moved on to the next gift.