I am having such a good time writing these. I love watching old Chuck and Blair scenes and trying to figure out what they might be thinking.

Read and review, por favor!

Lies

If we feel it back up
Amphetamine rush
Set me on fire tonight tonight

"Chemicals" by Breathe Carolina

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Butterflies, you say. Fluttering in your stomach. My first instinct is to think that that is a complete and total lie because I'm not the type of girl to invoke butterflies in anyone's stomach. You'll find that girl with her flowing blonde hair and golden skin elsewhere. Rest assured that I'm not anything like her.

I told you that I wanted you to murder them, but I lied. That's another thing you should - and most certainly do - know about me. All I ever do is lie lie lie and never feel guilty about it. I don't want your butterflies to ever go away. I want you to dream about headbands and stockings and limos every single night and I want you to wake up, breathing heavily, your thoughts filled with nothing but me and the butterflies.

You give me pretty things and tell me I'm beautiful and hold me the way I always wanted my prince to touch me. You're not my prince, though. You're full of darkness and sharp edges and you scare me sometimes.

But most of the time you make me want to rip off the measly fabric covering your body and caress you in ways no one would expect perfect Blair to touch anyone.

No, you're not my prince. You are my Dark Knight, my savior. Because contrary to popular belief, even Blair Waldorf needs someone to put his arms around her and keep her warm.

You kiss my shoulder with your pink lips and apologize even though you're the one keeping me here. You're the one who consumes my thoughts and you're the one I want by my side.

You spend the night thrusting into me again and again and again until I can't even remember my name. Blair who? I'm not scared little Blair anymore; I am the Queen B and you are my King and we will rule one day.

The next morning, though, I push you aside and ignore your pleading for me to stay just a little while. Because above all, I am petrified of the way you make me feel. I want it more than anything, but it is also the one thing I do not want. I'm Blair Waldorf and my heart calls out for you but my head wants safety and practicality.

So I go home and cleanse myself of your smell and your touch and your taste and I hang up that black dress next to the slip I danced for you in and I slowly lock myself in the cage again and pretend that I haven't been touched by you.

I tell myself I hate you. I sit in front of the mirror and whisper the words: I hate you I hate you I hate you. I figure the more I say the words, the more they'll become true.

I hate you.

But never leave me.

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