Blair quietly stepped down her stairs. She didn't want Dorota to hear her leaving, or she would go off on one of those tangents about the cruel life in Poland or how a piece of cake won't hurt Miss Blair's perfect figure. She crept to the coat closet which contained the newest of her growing collection; the old ones remained in her room closet, sentimental value. She walked into the closet and chose a new black Burberry trench. As she turned around and shut the door, she came to face with a smirking Polish maid.
Cameron stepped outside into the cool air of Manhattan. He was a man on a mission; he just doesn't go to a different borough at this early hour for any girl. He smirked to himself; no man should be this smitten this early into the game. Wait, he didn't like that word, - game. He had remembered that she had been affected greatly by sick games, which was the reason for her not rebounding with him. He thought to himself, and came to a conclusion; this was more of an adventure, taking him to places and feelings he had never known.
He pulled of his worn cell and pulled up her number. He patted the buttons quickly and very efficiently as if his life were depending on it. He couldn't let her slip away without having his chance to fully know her, and form a true friendship, or more. The 'Message Sent' button flashed across the screen and he felt relieved and ready to face whatever this adventure had planned for him.
"Miss Blair, what are you doing...?" Dorota asked very hesitantly and confused, she had just caught Blair in the sketchiest pose. She had her hand on the doorknob, dark Chanel glasses, her infamous beret, and her lips were pursed as if she were some old movie star. Beautiful, but questionable.
"Uh, Good morning Dorota, I was just about to…greet our doorman…Alexander." Blair came up with this quickly, and was almost convinced herself. Alexander was his name, she was sure of it.
"Funny, Miss Blair, because doorman's name is Xavier. You can't fool me, eyes don't match mouth." Dorota smiled as she said this.
Blair glared at Dorota. Her maid's cheeks turned a bright pink as well as her own. No one was supposed to know about the only weak part about her deceiving skills. Her look implied that she demanded an explanation.
"Mister Chuck very attentive, Miss Blair."
Of course, he had formed an alliance with her maid while their short lived relationship. That explained the new baby clothes and gourmet Polish foods being sent to the house. Smug bastard.
Dorota rubbed her growing belly and sighed, " I know you Blair, you were about to go find nice friendly man from Brooklyn, Miss Blair, you are moving too fast, heart will surely break. Dorota know, I moved on way to fast in Poland after first marriage die, but now I have Vanya to heal my heart."
She couldn't go one day without a Polish reference.
"I appreciate your honestly, but I know what's right for me. This seems right, and as soon as it isn't, I will end it, no need to waste precious time. I won't be young and average-looking forever. Soon I'll be an old maid, ugly and…wrinkly."
"Oh but Miss Blair you are beautiful and will stay beautiful all your days. How can you not see?"
"Good day Dorota."
The elevator dinged while the doors leisurely shut. She left her safe haven and a dumbstruck, pitying Dorota in her wake.
Sighing in the elevator, she heard a ring signally a new text.
Happen to be in the city today, lunch, 2, Serendipity. Yes I can afford it, and meet me in Central Park at 12. These ducks look starving.
Can't wait, Cameron.
Wow. It was almost too good to be true. Lunch actually sounded perfect. She promised herself not to have a sundae though, maybe iced pink lemonade though. Live a little. Smiling, she answered.
I'll bring the bread.
-B
She snapped her phone shut as she reached the ground level; she muttered a thank you to the door man that opened the door for her. Xavier, remember that for next time, she nodded to herself. She walked out into the bustling life of the city and decided this would be a good day.
Approaching the clearing and pond, loaf in hand, Blair laughed heartily at the familiarity of the situation. Cameron turned and beamed that perfect smile. He patted the seat on the bench next to him, and Blair gratefully plopped down and started to break up pieces of the bread. They started to chat and were unaware of the lenses scanning their moments of bliss.
Gossip Girl here, looks like B is getting over Chuck by bonding with some hungry ducks. Ooh zinger, and I rhymed. Looks like Chuck is not missed and has clearly been dissed. Sorry I couldn't help myself.
XOXO, Gossip Girl.
Alright, now GG was getting a bit redundant. Two blasts in a matter of days about the same guy, from Brooklyn no less? Chuck has had enough of this. Okay, Blair won this battle but he is going to win this war. When will Bass Jr. ever learn that fighting fire with fire only creates more fire…?
"Mike, I need you to find whatever you can get on a Cameron Mitchum, location, Brooklyn. I need answers fast; I don't pay you just for accuracy. If you don't have answers in 4 hours, don't bother picking up your next salary."
"So, Cameron tells me, do you enjoy living in the city? I love it here, and I can't really compare it to Brooklyn considering I don't cross the bridge that often. But you do, so tell me, which do you prefer?" Blair asked interested while sipping her newly poured drink.
Damn, she still had no clue he actually lived in Brooklyn. She was under the impression that he lived here, should he set her straight, or will she treat him differently for being a Brooklynite?
Honesty is the best policy, and she deserves it after being in a relationship drenched in lies and business deals.
"On the contrary, I shack up in Brooklyn, not just at my friends. I actually have my own place. I am the definition of a Brooklynite. I hope that you won't think me inferior -…"
"Cameron, stop, if anything, I appreciate the honesty, so much. My ex would've probably played it like he did live here, kept me guessing for months, and when I actually confront him, he would've twisted it into " I couldn't tell you, because you judge people, I couldn't trust you." Trust me; it is actually kind of refreshing that you live somewhere fresh, because now I have a new place I need to visit."
Cameron exhaled a sigh of pure relief. This girl had been through so much shit, yet could still open her heart, and be so kind about it, with no cruel intentions. She was a silent force to be reckoned with; she was a strong one at that.
"Also, I needed advice. I have this friend, and I don't know what we are, and it's very confusing. I'm torn and don't know what to do."
"Spill it."
"I think a friend of mine likes me, and I might actually return the sentiment…but I'm not positive yet."
Oh no, she knows about how he likes her, how did she find out? Wait and she might like him back?! She was a funny girl, wow; she was going to mind trick him and reveal her sweet infatuation with him.
"Who's the lucky guy?" Cameron smiled knowingly about to hear the best thing he's ever heard. But what he heard shocked him.
Blair gulped and reluctantly said.
"Dan Humphrey."
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