Cameron choked on his water. Where did that come from? Dan Humphrey? He was sure, it had been him, when had she been seeing Dan, behind his back? She was leading on, but meeting up with Dan simultaneously. She was a strange one, but he loved her anyway.

""D-Dan…Humphrey, you…like Dan Humphrey?"

"I said I wasn't sure yet, I'm torn, and I don't know what to do. I'm lost." Blair breathed out nervously, but assuring.

She was going to tell him that he was the other guy. From past experience though, she learned it would be best not to scare the guy off in the first week of knowing him. She started fiddling with the napkin and fork trying to distract herself and hopefully him into diverting the conversation elsewhere.

"Well, wow, I...I am speechless. The best advice I can give is to let fate take its course, and be patient. You have my word though, my lips are sealed."

He even did the zipping the mouth with a key gesture. What a sweetheart.

"Thank you, I knew I could trust you. Well dinner was great, we should get going, explore the city a bit." Blair exhaled a sigh of relief while getting up and moving towards the door.

Cameron nodded while tossing a hundred on the table. He had been saving up that money since he had met Blair, so he could by her a nice meal. Nice meal – check.

They both exited the restaurant, Blair in front and Cameron following her urgently. She was about to hail a taxi, she held out her arm when he grabbed it suddenly.

"Let's walk, you can show me some Blair worthy attractions." He smiled and pretended like he didn't feel the sparks that surged up his arm.

"It would be my pleasure."

She took his hand and frolicked down the streets of Manhattan donning a smile that even the most beautiful celebrity would be envious of.

They approached the Met Steps. She picked this place first because of his love for art – she assumed. She dragged him inside with a playful smirk on her face and trudged down the halls of the museum.

About an hour later, they stumbled outside laughing heartily.

"I can't believe you asked that security guard if he was Da Vinci reincarnated!"

"He seemed like the guy who got that a lot, but he loved it." Cameron was bending down because he was laughing so hard.

"And then you stepped inside the Van Der Bilt Grand Fireplace and pretended you were Santa Claus!" Blair could hardly contain her enthusiasm; she hadn't had this much careless fun since last summer.

Blair sat down on the cool marble steps, and stared off into the sea of museum goers, high school students, and tourists. Everyone one seemed at peace with everything and everyone. To everyone her lifestyle was sick and masochistic; at least it used to be. How could everyone have such an easy life, but hers was too complicated?

"Something on your mind?" Cameron inquired as he sat next to her, shivering at the contact of his pants and the cold marble.

"Why can't life be this simple?" Blair stated absentmindedly.

"It would be too easy; we would never be able to become stronger versions of ourselves. Everyone would be the same, not like you. You are one of a kind, unique, a diamond in the rough – if you will. No one out there could compare. No one can take that away from you. But if life was this simple and carefree, all of that would be gone and you would be just as shallow as those high school girls, as lonely as those hobos, and as jealous as these tourists. They know what you have, and you shouldn't give them the time of day as to them making up their mind for you. You're perfect."

Blair stared bewildered at Cameron not once breaking contact.

"It would seem my censor is not working once again."

"No, no it's quite alright, it's just no one is perfect, not even me. Honestly, I appreciate the sentiment but no one is as you say perfect."

"You are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes…you are."

"Are you really going to keep doing this?"

"Are you?"

"Hmph, you're lucky I don't take your ass down with a classic Waldorf social destruction, sir. Very lucky."

"I am forever obligated to you, my majesty."

"C'mon my knave, it's time for me to get home, even queens need beauty rest."

"Not you."

"What was that my knave?"

"Nothing – censor- right – sorry."

"That's what I thought."

With that Blair pranced down the steps and finally hailed a cab. Cameron opened the cab door for her knowing that he was not taking her home, he had work to do and he had better get started soon.

As she was about to slid into the cab, she shot up and pecked Cameron quickly on those soft lips of his. She once again inhaled his sweet scent, and admired his minimal scruff. Sighing she came up for air, and plopped into the cab, rolled down the window and said,

"Good day, my knave."

The cab morphed into the scenery that was New York. A dumbfounded Cameron was standing still in a sea of people living in their simple world, while his world was far from anything simple.

Chuck was pacing around the Palace Courtyard. He would walk around the engraved circles in the stones leading up to the entrance. This was his place to think, plot, or scheme. This was a time that required all of those things.

How was he supposed to get rid of Cameron…and Dan? Cameron, he could handle, he was fresh meat that he could easily spoil. But Humphrey, he had dealt with Humphrey for three years now. Dan knew how Chuck's mind worked, and never ceased to foil his plans.

He kept on concentrating; he had to figure out a foolproof plan on how to destroy these relationships between Blair and these…distractions, as he liked to call them.

Suddenly, thought popped up into his mind, and he rushed inside the Palace, to his sweet to dig up the past, the past that belonged to him and Blair Waldorf. These guys had seen nothing yet.

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