So after some thought, I decided that it wouldn't be a oneshot. Funny, how things work out. But anyways, I hope you read this chapter, thought I don't think this is as good as the first one. I just need it to connect stuff.
Chuck looks up from his work as his son knocks on the door.
"I'm going over to the Archibald's, dad," he explains, smiling. "I'm taking Audrey to the dance tonight."
He narrows his eyes. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Like what?"
"Flowers." Chuck stands up, and smirks. "Don't tell me you didn't buy Audrey flowers. Women like it."
"I never see you get anyone flowers," Daniel says, grinning.
"True, but I don't really have someone like Audrey, do I?"
"I don't know what she likes," he admits, checking his watch. "And I really don't have time. . ."
"Try yellow roses," Chuck says, shrugging. His eyes flicker to the window, and he imagines Blair. "Her mother used to like them."
"Yellow roses, then, dad."
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Daniel, Blair and Nate sit in the living room waiting for Audrey. Nate stares long and hard at the boy, who calmly examines his bouquet of flowers. Typical Bass, Blair thinks.
"I'm sorry I took so long," Audrey breathes, quickly walking down the stairs. She looks at what her date has for her, and when he kisses her on the cheek, she smiles. "They're beautiful."
"You like them? "
"I think it's sweet."
"Right. Have her back safe, all right?"Nate says, in a stern tone.
"Of course, Mr. Archibald."
"You know who I'll blame if she gets hurt."
Daniel smirks (like his father), and looks at Audrey. "Of course."
"Could we really trust her with a Bass?" Nate asks, after they leave, chuckling. "For all we know, they might not be even going to this dance."
"Relax, Nate, I think he really likes her."
He snorts. "He's a Bass. How do you know?"
She ignores the first part, and smiles to herself. "Because I can tell. Nate, The boy brought her flowers, for God's sake!"
"Is this because I don't get you flowers?" he asks, grinning.
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Blair can't help but smiling pointedly at Nate when Audrey and Daniel return after midnight, with his arm around her waist protectively. Audrey blushes, seeing that her parents are both still awake, while her date, takes it nicely.
"He insisted on bringing me up," Audrey defends.
"Well, I wouldn't want to be assassinated by your father," he retorts.
"Oh, please," Blair says, waving it away. "Nate couldn't kill a turtle."
"I'm offended, Blair," Nate tells her, feigning hurt, and grinning. "Have some faith in me, will you?"
"No," she replies with a smile of her own.
Ring. Ring.
"I'll get it," Nate says. He picks the phone up, and glances at Audrey. "It's for you."
"So, Daniel, I must say, the flowers add a nice touch," Blair tells the boy, motioning at the bouquet on the table.
"It was actually my father's idea, Mrs. Archibald," he replies, running his hand through his hair, and grinning. "He told me you used to like yellow roses, when I said I didn't know what Audrey liked."
"I did, actually," she says slowly, her brow furrowed.
"I'm just glad Audrey did too."
She looks away, tucking her hair behind her ear. It was. . .gratifying, to know that Chuck Bass still remembers the little things, even after more than two decades. Suddenly, she feels the ache of his absence, which is surprising, because not once can she remember missing him after her marriage to Nate.
But now, thinking about him and his eyes, she misses him more than ever.
Please review if you want me to continue:)