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The sun peeked through the periwinkle curtains and made pretty little patterns on the floor. Sensing the light in the room, and the time of day, Blair slid off her sleep mask and gazed over at the empty side of her bed. She was still adjusting; it still surprised her sometimes to wake up alone after being so used to the opposite for many months. Sighing, she fixed her pillows and hopped out of bed to open her curtains to reveal New York City in all of its morning glory. The people resembled ants from above, all rushing to where they were meant to be. Where was she meant to be?
Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she sat by her vanity and stared at herself. For the first time in – she didn't even know, she felt really beautiful. Without all of the makeup she wore, hair product...Headbands…she really felt special.
"…With envy that I have the beautiful girl cheering for me."
Cameron thought she was beautiful and wasn't just saying it to get her into bed. He even admitted he was being a bit forward! Where had this man been all of her life?! Answer: Distracted by Ikea-like art displays in Brooklyn, while being held hostage by middle-aged mole men.
She giggled to herself as she put her dainty hand to her chest. She started playing with her bed hair and making faces, mocking some model poses, and some genuine smiles. She was like a little girl again, and she really liked the transition. An ajar door catches her eye, and off course and soon as she starts to feel blissful, he finds some way to mess it up.
Sighing frustratingly, she paces her way to her closet picking up the dress from that night at Victrola, damn thing had to fall off of the hanger. She must she Dorota about some new foolproof hangers.
Putting her hand to her forehead, she goes into her bathroom to take a shower. Closing the door, she seals out the judgmental eyes and unworthy opinions.
Cameron is woken up by a huge thud. He bolts up to find his friend, Max cleaning up a broken mug.
"Sorry man, I'm so fucked up from last night, forgot I was holding the damn mug." Max chuckled while carefully picking up the broken mug with unsteady hands.
"Don't worry about it, so any plans for today, or you planning on staying in with your mistress?" Cameron had to air quote, it was too damn hilarious. He jumped off the couch and starts scratching his head, goes to the fridge and grabs the gallon of milk, takes a gulp straight from it.
Hey, he is from Brooklyn after all.
"Man, we got to have waffles, total hangover cure, well at least in my experience." He shrugged as he gave his friend insignificant advice about delicious pancake alternatives.
Yes, he definitely was from Brooklyn.
Max just laughed in return and flicked the waffle iron on. "So, dude, what kept you out till one in the morning last night? Did you get distracted by that abstract art shit, or was it a lady friend." Max raised an eyebrow just to complete the notion.
"I did meet a girl; she's not from around here though."
"Jersey? Dude, nice!" Of course, Max would think a Jersey girl was a good score.
"Nah man, Manhattan." Max had a blank stare. "You know…the city?" Cameron gave him an incredulous smirk. "Oh yeah man, brain's just a bit fried from last night." A bit?
"Was she hot?"
"Gorgeous"
"Hit it"
"Not this time."
"Fail."
"Wow, asshole, she's different. She's smart; I'm hanging with her next week at school. I think she believes that I live in the city too. Do you think she'll be disappointed that I live in Brooklyn too? I don't, she seems more down to earth than those other upper crust frigid bitches. "
Max just nodded, pretending like he had any idea what he was talking about.
"Well man, I say just be careful. Don't want to get that heart of yours broken." Max said pointing to Cameron's heart.
"I won't."
Blair sat on her bed twiddling her thumbs. Her phone lay right next to her, taunting her. She would occasionally glance over at it and bit her perfectly glossed lip. This is really stupid, she thought. The phone obviously wouldn't make any plans for her. So when in doubt – call Humphrey.
He answered on the third ring. He was actually really surprised she called this soon after he had last seen her. Dan was beginning to become more used to Blair asking him for advice, and her coming around to see him. He still stands by what he told her at Dorota's wedding.
He could never hate her, even if he wanted to. He wouldn't want to.
"Hello"
"Dan, what are you doing at this very moment?"
"Uh, reading a rather compelling novel."
"No, you're not, you are waiting very patiently for me at Europa Café, so we can have a nice lunch together as friends."
"I'm on it, See you in 10."
He hung up the phone and ran out the door of the rather crummy café he was in, caught a taxi.
Blair put on her glove while opening the door handle of the Europa, couldn't risk some rapid disease from one of these places. She immediately saw him and smiled. She didn't expect him to get there so fast, well actually she did.
He was sitting in the far corner, towards the far back. Of course, he was talking to himself, almost like he was his second opinion. She looked down and giggled. He took notice and looked up at her and smiled goofily.
Ever since the art show, she had a new glow about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he didn't think it was a coincidence that she got this glow soon after she was newly marked on the singles list on Gossip Girl. She seemed more free and easy going, less frigid, more open.
She popped down onto the seat he had reserved for her. She muttered a quick hello, and thank you, but was quickly distracted by the delicious salad bar awaiting her. She got up and successfully made her salad, picked out a glass bottle of lemonade, and made her way back to the table.
"So what's new Humphrey?" Blair asked while playing her straw glancing up occasionally to meet his gaze.
"Actually, I've been writing a new story, I had to can the one I last wrote because it reminded me too much of my crazy ex-girlfriend." Dan muttered regretfully.
"Ex-girlfriend, huh? Humphrey I am proud." Blair patted her heart and stabbed her salad.
" Your acceptance means so much. Yeah I lost all of the passion for the story, you know?"
"Completely."
"But I assure you, my next piece will be the best one yet."
"I can't wait to read it." She actually had a genuine smile. The first one in a while and certainly not the last. He smiled back and took a sip of his coffee, almost as an excuse to avoid the pain it caused to look at her perfect face.
The rest of their lunch was perfect. Lots of NYU bashing, new insults for the exes, and a very new and real friendship. Once they bailed from the café, they strolled down the crowded streets completely interested in what the other had to say. Once they reached the Waldorf penthouse, they shared a warm hug. He lingered in her hair for a couple more moments to inhale her sweet almond-vanilla shampoo. She smiled to herself knowing that she didn't mind one bit.
Little they know, a petite raven-haired girl with chunky designer shades magically took the opportune picture and with a click, it was front page of Gossip Girl.
"I had a really nice time Dan, maybe we can make this a tradition, I heard people do things like that nowadays, just no spiritual gatherings in Central Park, alright?" She asked in pure seriousness.
"I can't make any promises. Bye Blair." With that he turned around and disappeared into the throngs of city goers.
"Goodbye." She whispered into the smoky wind. She greeted the doorman politely and went back to her grim reality.
She slowly walked into her bedroom to find her phone on the bed, she had been wondering where it was while at the café. A new message was there as of about 2 minutes ago. She opened it as if it was nothing.
"Oh no."
Across the city, a pair of angry hazel eyes greeted the image of "A New Romance ". The picture of Dan and Blair embracing each other adoringly, with Dan's face in Blair's luscious curls. His hand squeezed the phone to the point of unbearable pain, he dropped the phone and it hit the ground with a loud snap.
Time to unleash Hell.
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