Chocolate414 here,
I haven't posted in a while so, I thought that it would be a good idea to post new chapters on my fic's. I know a lot of people have been waiting for me to post. I apologize for the long wait. Here is chapter two to "What We Really Want". Blair Waldorf has been in Europe for one year and Serena has been married for one year to Carter. Blair is too scared to go back to the UES and Serena wants the brunette to come home. They both miss each other terribly but a quick call is about to change all of that.
Serena stood in the middle of central park watching an old couple eating there lunch. The two of them reminded her of the way that her and Blair used to be a long time ago.
Before all the drama and sex and hurtful words.
Before the weddings and disappearances.
Before the boyfriends... and girlfriends (she never told Blair what happened that year she disappeared at boarding school.)
They were just Serena and Blair. Blair and Serena. And they were together, BFF's forever.
Serena missed that. She stood with her shopping bags in her hands waiting on her driver to arrive so that she could go home to her husband. Sometimes she still couldn't believe that she was married. Out of everyone in the Non- Judging Breakfast club, everyone thought that Blair and Nate would be the first one's to marry. Not Serena Vander Woodsen, the blond who switched boyfriends like she switched clothes.
She missed Blair... She REALLY missed Blair...
She wished that the brunette would come out of hiding. There were so many things that she wanted to say. Things that she'd been holding ever since that night one year ago. It still hurt to think of it some times. When she woke up alone in that apartment, she thought that she would die from the heart break. She barely made it through her wedding.
Her wedding... God that wedding...When she left that apartment that morning and went back to her penthouse she could have swore that she left a trail of her tears from Blair's apartment to her home. It took her hours to fix herself and get in that dress... even longer to decide if she was going get married that day...
While she was walking down the aisle, the only person she wanted to see was Blair. She missed those brown eyes, that long dark hair, those red lips. She wanted her best friend their. She knew she couldn't go through with this wedding. It would end in disaster. She loved Carter but she was in love with Blair. When she arrived at the altar, the guilt over what she was about to do was weighing down on her. Everyone was here to see her get married.
All but one. The one that mattered.
She stared into Carter's eyes and saw love and adoration. If she did this to him, it would break him in more ways than one. He didn't deserve this. She had made the choice to say yes to his proposal. Now she was going to have to live with it. She recited her vows and kissed him. From that moment on she was Mrs. Carter Baizen.
Too Bad she wanted to be Mrs. Blair Waldorf...
Serena shook her head at the memory and stepped into her car. Carter would be home from work soon and he would want to see his happy wife when he got there. Serena was going to need extra time to transform herself into the happy wife, "especially" today. She kept her eyes on the old couple as her car drove away.
"Blair please come home." Serena sent a silent prayer as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
Blair Waldorf was sitting at a coffee shop in France. Her hair had grown longer, her body had gotten thinner, and her skin had acquired a tan. She was reading a book when she felt a strong pull within her. She dropped her book on the ground and placed her hand on her chest. She was not in any pain but every time this happened she would get this strong feeling that she needed to go home.
She'd been having a lot of these "pulls" lately and they always made here think of Serena.
As if she wasn't doing that already.
Life in France been wonderful to Blair. Her career had taken off in the fashion world.
She was one of the most sought after models throughout Europe. It happened six months ago.
She'd been trying (and not achieving) to get over Serena by dating every hot guy that walked past in her France. It so happened that one of those guys was a great photographer. He'd taken a couple of photos of Blair and given them to a couple of fashion magazines throughout Europe. Within a week, Blair's phone was ringing off the hook. Within the month the brunette was featured on almost every European magazine.
Blair had received many offers from plenty of fashion enterprises to model there clothing in the United States.
She always said NO.
She couldn't take the possibility of seeing Serena again. She had no idea what she would do or say. There was no way to explain what she did. She still had nightmares about how Serena woke up to find that she was gone. She imagined the blond crying a stream of tears that never stopped. That dream happened every night and every day she felt guiltier than the last.
The brunette had cut off all ties to the Upper East Side except with her mother and Dorota. They were not happy with her decision to leave so abruptly but, when they saw the desperate look in Blair's eyes, they had no choice but to approve.
Although Blair had everything that she ever wanted in Europe. What she needed was still in New York.
Blair picked up her book and put it in her Chanel bag. She turned on her blackberry and saw that she had three missed calls.
Her mother. She braced herself for the conversation that she was about to have.
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"Hello mother"
"Blair darling, how have you been?"
"I've been fine mother. How is the company?"
"Great."
There was a long pause. Blair rolled her eyes as the awkward situation.
"Well Dear, Cyrus and I will be celebrating our five year anniversary and we would both like for you to come."
"Mother, you know that I have a lot of work to do here. I have the photo shoot with Chanel, Marc Jacobs, and Chloe..."
"I talked to your manager yesterday and he said that your free next week. I sent you a first class ticket in the mail. You should receive it today. I look forward to seeing you in two days darling."
And just like that the conversation was over. Eleanor hung up the phone and Blair sat there dumbfounded.
She was going back to New York. Whether she liked it or not.