Chapter 2
What about now?
That was yesterday, and today a brand new Chuck's BMW flew like a breeze towards the Promised Land.
- So, I am actually going to the Hamptons, - a young man burrowed his eyebrows, blindly surfing the glove compartment. – Theoretically to look after a friends house. I took leave just to work as a gatekeeper for food and shelter. Chuck Bass, the king of the world – a gatekeeper. Who knew this would EVER happen?
He glanced at the car player and noticed CD inside already. Chuck touched the panel and soon cabin was flooded with the loud music.
- "Lady Gaga" - Chuck laughed as his bad mood suddenly vanished. - Of course, my dear sister cannot live without her. Not a single day. And I only lent her car for a few hours.
"- I like Lady Gaga. What's your problem" - Exploded Serena, when he previously mocked her. - The music of my youth. It is as timeless as all these classics. Like me, by the way. When I die, I want "Lady Gaga" to play at my funeral instead of mourning melodies!"
"Yes, Serena's blonde humor is like an inexhaustible source of energy. It will outlive us all. Well, at least we will not need to care about how to fulfill her last wish, "- thought Chuck. He then switched gears and slowed down the speed before the steep hill.
"- Mother!" - Shouted from the porch Blair, as always, pronouncing each syllable. "- I'm leaving now!"
"- Such ungodly hour? After all, it's only nine thirty! Go have a rest, its summer "- replied Eleanor from doorway of her room, leisurely wrapping the robe. – "Have you at least had any breakfast?"
"- Yes, Dorota prepared me some. And I can sleep in the winter, when we back in UES. Until then, I want to stay outdoors and enjoy freedom."
"- Are going to do coloring AGAIN? "- Asked the woman carelessly waiving at the case with easel and paints.
"- Painting, Mother, painting"- gently corrected her Blair. - This activity is called painting, although I know it's just a feeble attempt of mine – Blair looked at her feet...- It relaxes me, makes me forget... I will most probably spend the whole afternoon by the sea, so do not wait for me!"
Morning was wonderfully refreshing. It was pleasantly warm, but for sure it will be scorching hot once the day goes by.
There was no breeze, and the first rays of the sun were like an experienced lover pleasantly caressing Blair's fair skin.
Once she stepped into the little forest her ear met the pleasing cacophony of birds' voices. The sea was calm as glass.
Nobody around. Gentle waves crashed in to the shore, as if flirting with the coastal sand, sea grasses and multicolored pebbles.
"Perfect! – Thought Blair inhaling brackish although fresh sea air. – Hope nobody will disturb me. How nice that the Hampton crème de la crème have not found this wildlife oasis. "
Blair didn't want to wait any longer. She built an easel, prepared paper for the paint. She pinned her unruly brown-colored curls on the back of the head and covered it with the Channel straw hat. Then cracked her fingers and dived into the heart of lovely colors and fantasy world.
"- Probably something wrong with my eyes" - suddenly as if out of nowhere came soft husky voice...