The Bet,

Emily's Point of view…

It has officially been two weeks since I last seen Joe, and I felt like I was going to die if I didn't see him soon. But since it was officially two weeks since I seen Joe, which means it's been two weeks since I lost my child.

Blair moved in, which is good I guess. It's better than being lonely. And I really have a shitty taste in friends, because Nate has resumed his older brother mode, ever since I forgave him.

I took a deep breath before I knocked on the Bass's door. I was hoping that Joe was going to be there, but that was replaced with confusion. Especially since Chuck opened the door, usually by this time Chuck would be a bar…or strip club, one of the two.

"Hey Chuck." I said, casually.

Chuck nodded, "Hey Emily." After a while of awkward silence Chuck added, "Would you like to come in?"

"Sure…is Joe here?" I asked.

"Not at the moment…but you're free to stay, my brother is such a bore." Chuck said as he rolled his eyes.

I smiled, "He's not boring all the time."

Chuck chuckled, "Do you want anything to drink?"

I shrugged, "Give me your best."

Chuck raised an eyebrow.

"Of a drink!" I exclaimed, blushing almost.

"You look really cute when you blush." Chuck mumbled as he gave me my drink.

I couldn't help but laugh. I shook my head and smiled, "I remember when I was 14 you told me something. It was hilarious."

"When you grow boobs, and we went out, it would only be an affair, nothing more." Chuck recited.

"Exactly." I smiled, as I looked at Chuck. "We would make a horrible couple." I began to laugh, joined by Chuck. And when the laughing ceased we both looked at each other, long and hard.

Soon I found myself on Chuck's bed, being torn of my clothes, as I tore off someone else's. I looked up, only to see the ceiling. Chuck was kissing my neck.

"Chuck, we can't." I moaned.

"Only an affair, nothing more." Chuck said as he looked up at me. I looked into his eyes and nodded a little. Then, I kissed Chuck with as much passion as I could muster.

Only about an hour later, I found myself exiting the Bass's apartment…in only a long sleeve collared shirt…and a scarf.

I shook my head as I ran down the streets of Manhattan looking for my house quickly. And when I did I rejoiced and ran up the stairs and straight to the shower.

I sighed, my life really sucks. I watched as steam poured out of the shower. I climbed in and sat down on the tub, letting the water come over me. When, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Go away." I mumbled. I really didn't want to see anyone. But when the door opened and I heard footsteps, "Blair if that's you, go away, now please." But when the footsteps didn't cease I added, "you too, Chuck!'

"What about me?" Joe whispered.

I held my breath. And when he got in and all he had one were swimming trunks, I wanted to die…and do something that I can't mention to him. I pulled up my legs to my chest so that way Joe could sit. Which he did.

After minutes of staring intently staring at each other I whispered,

"What are you doing here Joe?"

Joe shrugged, and as I watched his shoulders move up and down, I couldn't take it anymore, I missed Joe, and I needed Joe. There was no way that we were going to leave this shower without a fight first.

I couldn't help but kiss Joe, who gladly kissed back; we were both in the way of the shower head, so we were both getting hit with rain as we sat. Joe pulled me onto his lap, which I gladly obliged. After a few minutes, somehow Joe's swimming trunks ended out of the shower. And we were in a deep make out session, which lead to something else.

After an hour, that only felt like a few minutes, Joe pulled away, and so did I. Joe was under me, so we stayed in our positions and I let my head fall down on his chest. When Joe mentioned that the water was freezing and I was turning a little blue, I turned off the water, and we both got out of the shower.

"Within you, I lose myself," Joe started, and I looked up at him, with one of my eyebrows arched, "Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again." Joe smirked as he sat on the bathroom counter, with a towel wrapped around his waist tightly.

I shook my head as I smiled. I began to put my clothing on, going from the bottom to the top. So, first I put on my underwear and shorts. I knew Joe was watching me intently, almost as if he was trying to figure me out.

Then when I was trying to put my bra on, I looked at Joe, and turned around so he could help me.

"Could you help me please?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Joe replied, I felt him starting to get the back of my bra situated. "You know that I'm used to taking this off, right?" I could hear the smile in his voice.

I smiled, "Yeah, pretty much."

After a few minutes I felt Joe's lips against my neck, and I smiled, but I pulled away from Joe who started pouting, and stuck his tongue out at me. I shook my head and sighed, realizing that he was still in his towel.

"Didn't you bring any clothes?" I asked.

Joe laughed nervously before replying with a short and simple, "Um…no." Then, he smiled nervously.

I shook my head and laughed, "I'll go look to see if you left anything here last time…" I trailed off, while Joe nodded. I went to my room and looked in the pair of drawers that Joe had here. I couldn't help but smile when I seen he only had a white long-sleeve collared shirt (which I wore home the day I told him we were going to the Palace) and a pair of blue skin-tight jeans.

And he had boxers, too, of course. I grabbed his clothes and went back to the bathroom. Joe was sitting with his legs across my bathroom counter, probably showing them off to try and torture me. Hehe, like that would happen…psh. I shook my head and laughed.

"Here are your clothes, Joseph." I said, smiling. I handed Joe his clothes and started to leave.

"Where are you going?" Joseph asked.

"Downstairs to make something to eat." I replied, trying my best to look a bit bored.

"Um…I think I pulled a muscle! Yeah…oh, ow." Joe said as he moved his arm.

"And…?" I asked.

Joe sighed, "Could you help me, please?" I smiled, and then I got a text. Without even looking at the caller ID and Joe did the same.

Hey People!

Now I know you have been missing my blogs, but I have the juiciest gossip yet!

Now, I'm sure that we all know of E and J's make out at E's party, but I guess it didn't stop there. Just a week ago E was found, legs over waist, for J, littlerly, she had her legs wrapped around his waist and making out with him. Making him appear to become E's new lover. But big brother, N, ruined the moment and tackled J. E tried to stop the fight but got hit in the stomach by N.

Well, long story short, E was pregnant by J's baby. But they lost the baby caused to the blow of from N.

And I know that you all already know this, my dears. So, I'm going to come out with my newest and untold gossip yet!

E was found running in the streets of Manhattan wearing only a long sleeved collar shirt, and, here comes the best part, scarf.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong which I'm not, but isn't it C's signature?

Was E marked by C?

I suppose so.

And J was found in the window of our old Queen B's room gazing out of the room…only wearing briefs, and breathing heavily.

So, was J marked by B?

It's going to be a clash of the siblings, so don't run and get the parents. I want to see how this plays out. And I know you're dying to know too.

You know you love me,

XOXO

Gossip Girl.

I looked up at Joe, who had finished reading too, and looked up at me.

"You slept with him?!" Joe exclaimed.

"You slept with her?!" I yelled.