Chaper VIII
Homework is so 1999
Spotted: Lonely Boy entering the Palace, which we all know is the residence of his former girlfriend Serena. Can anyone spell stalker? xoxo GG.
Dan sat awkwardly in the Van der Woodsen Bass living room. His bus had come early, and he had contemplated waiting in the Palace lobby for a while. He had quickly dispelled that idea for fear of an awkward run in with Serena without parental witnesses. Instead he'd come upstairs to be welcomed by a stiff and awkward Bart, who was now sitting opposite him reading some sort of business papers. while Dan stared at his hands.
He'd always wondered why rich people's couches were low and uncomfortably hard, much like their demeanour. He had to lean forward in order to ensure he could get up with some sense of decency. Bart hadn't said two words to him in twenty minutes, and Dan was agonizing over whether he should say anything, or just continue to stare at his scuffed shoes. Dan couldn't imagine a more embarrassing situation, that was until the elevator sounded, indicating the entrance of Chuck.
Bart put his folder down immediately, glancing at his watch as Chuck strolled in. He didn't even look up, heading straight for the stairs.
"You're late," Bart called, standing. Chuck stopped in his tracks, glancing over with a lazy air at his father. His eyes flickered to take in Dan, who also stood awkwardly.
"You do realise Serena and Humdrum Humphrey broke up months ago Father? I told her to put out a restraining order but I suppose she went against my better judgment..."
"Very funny ," Dan said sarcastically, glaring at Chuck's smirk.
"You're late," Bart repeated, not to be dissuaded. "I thought I told you to be here straight after school?"
"I had some business to attend to..." Chuck said evasively, dropping his gaze slightly. "Now if you don't mind I'll go change and prepare myself for this new tutor you so kindly informed me about via text message this afternoon." There was biting sarcasm in his voice.
"That's unnecessary as Daniel is already here," Bart barked, "And since I'm sure he has his own work to get to, how about you sit down and try not to waste any more of his time and my money."
There was a moment of silence as Chuck registered his father's words, his smirk fading to give way to stunned disbelief.
"Daniel?" Chuck finally repeated at Bart's unamused gaze. His impassive face showing shock as he eyed the Brooklynite. "You asked him to be my tutor?" Dan didn't even know it was possible to put that much disgust into one sentence. Chuck's hostile sneer made his feelings even more clear, in case there was a shadow of a doubt.
"Unlike you, Daniel has put in some effort to be in the top 10% of his class." Bart said, his jaw tightening at Chuck's conceited tone. "Hopefully he can teach you something about hard work and perseverance, that despite my best efforts, I seemed to have failed to do."
Dan avoided Chuck's eyes at this, quickly dropping his gaze to his scuffed loafers. At this point he was really sure this was a bad idea. Nothing spelt disaster like getting in the middle of a father son war which seemed to have been waging for some time between the two.
Chuck narrowed his eyes at his father's word, he opened his mouth to comment, but Bart wasn't even paying any attention to him now. Like Chuck's thoughts on the matter were of no importance, he picked up his ever ready briefcase and buttoned his jacket, heading for the elevator.
"I have to get back to work now, but I expect to see your homework finished for the night Chuck," he said stiffly, sparing his son a negligent glance. "And if I hear from Daniel you've been less then co-operative with this arrangement consider your gold card as good as cancelled."
Chuck didn't say anything to this, biting back his retort he watched his father with resentful eyes enter the elevator without a second glance, expecting his words to be obeyed as law, like it always was at his business.
Chuck was still glaring at the closed elevator doors and Dan found himself awkwardly staring at Chuck. This had not been how he had imagined this arrangement starting. He'd at least hoped Bart would stick around for the first few times. Now he was facing Chuck Bass, and possibly the full brunt of his wrath, with no witnesses.
"So uh...I guess we should get to work..." he finally said nervously, breaking the silence, his throat feeling dry. Chuck turned his dark gaze on Dan at this, then without saying a word he promptly turned and headed up the stairs.
"Right..." Dan muttered as he heard Chuck's door slam. "Great."
Chuck threw his satchel onto the ground in his room, falling onto his bed he kicked off his sneakers, and stared up at the grey ceiling. He was exhausted from having to spend a whole second day at school, he'd been avoiding Blair for the whole day, and now, instead of a pleasant looking woman who would be a welcome distraction, Dan Humphrey was his tutor.
Chuck lent over and grabbed a decanter of scotch he'd left last night on his bedside table and a glass. Pouring himself a nice helping he drowned it down, welcoming the burn. Trust Bart to choose the one person who he despised most on the Upper East Side, when he spared Humphrey a thought that is. Judgmental Humphrey, the boy from the working class family trying to achieve more. Like Bart had reminded him, he represented everything Bart had been, and everything Chuck was not.
Hopefully the Brooklynite got the message and had left. The loss of Chuck's credit card would be worth not having to spend an hour every Thursday with that annoying Shakespeare wannabe. At least Chuck tried to convince himself of that, though he couldn't help being reminded of Bart's comments about military school yesterday.
Trying to distract himself Chuck poured himself another drink and was just about to drown that down too when he heard two familiar female voices drifting up from downstairs. Pausing with the glass partway to his lips he listened closer. There was no mistaking those voices, Serena was home and she'd brought Blair with her. Looking down at the dark amber liquid in his hand, Chuck tipped the glass back and allowed the liquid courage to flow through him. He was not going to hide like a child in his room and wait for Blair to leave. He wasn't going to concede to her demand either. He was Chuck Bass, and he always got what he wanted, when he wanted, no matter what. Blair couldn't deny him anymore, and he was going to make sure she knew that.
Rising from his bed he placed his glass on the floor, grabbed his sneakers and slipped them back on. Straightening his tie and hair in the mirror he opened the door and strolled out confidently, making his way down the stairs. He paused at the last step, frowning in annoyance. Dan had sat himself on the couch, obviously he could not take a hint. He had taken out some books, and was probably in the process of trying to start his own homework. Blair was standing in front of him, here head cocked slightly, an amused smile on her face, while Serena stood slightly back, standoffish. The last thing Chuck needed was for anyone else to find out his father thought it necessary to employ Dan Humphrey to tutor him. Serena, and most importantly Blair, would never let him live it down.
"So let me get this straight Humphrey, you came all the way to Serena's suite to do your homework?" Blair asked, raising an eyebrow sceptically. Obviously the two girls had walked in to be met with the surprising sight of Humphrey. Blair, as per usual, was using it as an opportunity to mock Serena's ex.
"No, I didn't say that..." Dan said quickly, trying desperately to come up with some excuse as to why he was sitting dumbly in Serena's suite when they hadn't spoken to each other in weeks.
"Blair just leave it," Serena murmured awkwardly, avoiding the Brooklynites gaze, just as he was trying to avoid hers. "I'm sure Dan was just about to leave..."
Blair turned to say something to the tall blonde when she noticed Chuck on the stairs.
"Were you aware of this little infestation of yours Bass?" she queried, her amusement heightened at Chuck's apparent discomfort.
"No," he drawled quickly composing himself and avoiding Dan's open mouthed look. "But if it doesn't disappear in five minutes I might just call security."
"Oh come on," Dan snapped, annoyed now he stood, his books spilling onto the floor. "You cannot be serious?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Chuck queried, maintaining an air of boredom. He made the rest of the way down the staircase and grabbed Dan's bag, heading towards the elevator with an air of absolute confidence.
"Hey, hey," Dan said, quickly rushing behind him and grabbing the strap his bag, pulling Chuck up short. "You may not be interested but I plan to finish what I came here to do..."
"And what is that exactly?" Blair queried in an overly innocent voice.
"Nothing of importance clearly," Chuck growled, just as Dan opened his mouth. He glared at the Brooklynite, promising him murder if he even thought about saying it aloud.
"I thought you were supposed to be cater watering this afternoon, which is why you said you couldn't work on our committee project?" Blair pronounced accusatory, though Chuck could tell her tone was far too studied. Before he could explore that suspicious thought further, Humphrey replied.
"I was supposed to be but... something else came up," he supplied lamely. "Now how about you let go of my bag Chuck and we discuss this like semi adults." He said this through gritted teeth, pulling his bag towards him. Chuck was not relinquishing it however.
"Actually I think it would be best if you continue that discussion by yourself on your way back to Brooklyn," Chuck sneered, pulling the bag back towards him.
"I'm not leaving," Dan growled, tugging at the bag furiously.
"Actually Dan maybe it would be best if you leave," Serena supplied suddenly, walking forward and pulling the bag away from the two tensed boys.
"Oh so now your gracing me with your speech?" Dan asked bitingly, losing his temper he glared at Serena who was looking at him with critical blue eyes. "Well that's good I guess. But honestly Serena I don't think this is any of you business."
"Well how could it not be?" Blair asked sweetly smiling as Serena stood stunned. "I mean we all know you came here to see Serena..."
"I didn't come here to see Serena," Dan snapped, annoyed.
"Well there's no other reason you'd be here Humphrey. Really it's kind of sad how vehemently you're denying it when we all already know..."
"Blair," Serena sent a reproachful look at her best friend. "Look Dan..."
"I came here to tutor Chuck," Dan snapped loudly, pushed beyond his limits by Blair's speculative look and Serena's superior air.
There was a stunned silence, Chuck watched Blair's reaction carefully. He could tell she wasn't shocked, though she played at widening her eyes. She'd known, all along, and she'd just been torturing, delighting in his dread of his secret that wasn't a secret at all apparently, being revealed.
"You're tutoring Chuck?" Serena repeated blankly looking at Dan at the same time Chuck turned to Blair glaring.
"How did you know?" he queried sharply, ignoring Dan's response.
Blair's facade broke, a small superior smile creeping over her face.
"Who do you think recommended Humphrey?" she queried simply.
"My father rang you first?" Chuck asked, stunned. Trust Bart to be so clueless as to ask his son's 'ex whatever-they-were' for a favour.
"The Bass men aren't known for their perceptiveness," Blair said cruelly, "Or their brains apparently if your anything to go by. Now if you don't mind I think I'll leave Humphrey to continue to do your homework, while you drink away more brain cells, as per usual. I'll see you at school S. Humphrey..." with this she looked at him with disdain. "Hopefully I won't have to see you at all, ever."
"Same to you Blair," Dan retorted as she walked out on high heels, perfectly poised.
"Wait," Chuck growled, following after he held the elevator door open, just as it was about to close, putting his hands on either side of the elevator he leaned close to Blair. "What was the point of that?" he queried in a low voice, so the blonde girl and middle class boy in the other room couldn't hear him.
"Does there have to be a point?" Blair asked innocently.
"Yesterday you said we could never be together...and now you tell my father to hire Humphrey Dumptey as my tutor, and then come personally to let me know about it? If I didn't know you better I would think you care." His mouth pulled up slightly at this, into a self assured smirk.
"Maybe I just like to torture you."
"Between us that is caring."
"Why would I care about someone who doesn't care about me?" she snapped sharply.
"Maybe you just can't help yourself." He lent closer now, she didn't step back.
"Maybe this just shows why we can never be together Chuck," she pointed out disdainfully, her eyes hard. "Have you ever heard of a Queen with a King who can't even pass one essay on his own?"How could I ever be with someone who can't be bothered to at least try to be something better.
He rocked back on his heels at this, stung slightly be her words.
"We both know I'm not lacking in brains," he snapped, annoyed at her criticism.
"Well I've never seen any evidence to suggest otherwise," she said scornfully.
"Don't pretend this is about that."
"I'm not," she said quietly, looking him straight in the eye. "I'm just stating the facts, which are that even if you tried you would never get an A. Now if you don't mind some of us have an English paper that they have to ace."
"Are you challenging me?" Chuck queried, he kept his hand on the door as Blair moved to push it away.
"Please that would be too easy," she scoffed. "We both know I'd win, you've never actually done anything remotely concerning work."
"Coward," he enunciated lowly.
There was a pause as she glared at his self assured smirk, trying to fight with her competitive instinct.
"When I win I want your limo" she finally snapped, her eyes flashing, rising to his insult and claiming one of his most prized possessions. He smirked, amused.
"Fine," he conceded readily.
"But Serena told me Bart took it away," she said suspiciously, narrowing her eyes as the thought occurred to her, calling him out on his duplicity.
"Please we both know Bart's farce of parenthood will last a week at most," he scoffed. "And you know what I want in return."
"You can have Dorota," she stipulated, ignoring his obvious leer.
"Not good enough Waldorf," he admonished.
"That's all you're getting," she snapped.
"I won't settle for anything less than a kiss," he whispered, sending shivers up her spine, his smirk telling her he was confident that once they started he would be getting much more than just a simple kiss.
"I'm not that cheap or that stupid," at least not twice, she amended in her head.
"A limo is worth far more than a coat," he pointed out.
"That was then, blame it on temporary insanity," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Now I've realised just how pathetic you really are you couldn't even tempt me Basshole."
He hesitated for a second, "My scarf," it left his lips before he could think over it further.
"What?" she asked, slightly stunned she looked at him with wide dark eyes.
"My limo and my scarf," he relented begrudgingly, his eyes darkening almost sullenly. "For a whole week."
Blair contemplated it for a minute. She knew that if she lost then she'd be forced to kiss Chuck, and she wasn't entirely sure of her self control, especially as his crisp cologne invaded her senses right then, tempting her to lean closer and taste the scotch on his lips. But then again, if she won, and she was sure she would, she would be able to dispose of Chuck's prized possessions any way she pleased.
"Fine," she relinquished, ignoring his small smile as it left her mouth she held out her hand with manicured fingernails buffed and polished. "When you don't honestly get an A on the upcoming English paper, I get your limo and scarf for a week."
"And when I do honestly get an A, which I will, you owe me a kiss," he smirked confidently, enveloping his hand with his warm one they shook familiarly, like they had so many times before, usually when allying in order to take down a common foe, or enter into a deal which was mutually beneficial. This was neither of these things, this was something different, one of their games taken to a new level which Blair felt slightly uneasy about.
"Never going to happen Bass," she said confidently as she quickly disengaged from the handshake which unconsciously had turned into their hands being suspended, clasped together. She quickly pressed the button to close the elevator doors.
"How about you just give up to the inevitable Waldorf and come up to my bedroom," he said hoarsely.
"Been there, been treated for that, so over it," she hissed.
Chuck stepped back at this as the elevator doors began to slide shut, allowing her the final word. He watched the elevator doors close on Blair, silently smirking. They both knew this was far from over.
Her triumph was not how she imagined it would be. The well placed words, the satisfying blows. She was supposed to humiliate and ridicule him. Instead she'd said exactly the things she knew would spur him on.
Instead of severing all ties from him she'd made a bet. She knew it was a disaster, but somehow she couldn't help an anticipatory smile creeping over her face. If anyone knew how to play on her level, it was Chuck. This should be very interesting.
"We should probably go into the dining room..." Serena murmured, embarrassed as she and Dan stood awkwardly trying not to look in the direction of the elevator, where Chuck and Blair were murmuring lowly.
"Dan?" she prompted as he didn't say anything. "Dan?"
"Oh I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" he finally queried, looking up.
"Well, there's no one else here," she pointed out, annoyed.
"That's never stopped you before," he said bitingly.
Serena resisted flinching slightly, he'd never turned his witty sarcasm against her before. But then she remembered what she did to him, and felt guilty instead. She turned and headed towards the dining room, feeling ashamed, and knowing Dan probably didn't want to speak to her anyway.
"Hey, hey I'm sorry," Dan said instantly penitent, coming behind her he grabbed her hand on the threshold.
"No, you're right," she said turning around, admitting her guilt and gathering the courage to look him in the eye. "I deserved that."
"Maybe, but I still feel bad saying it," he said, giving a small rueful half smile.
"I'm sorry Dan," looking down at her suede boots now. She felt incredibly awkward, but she knew it had to be said. "I know I wasn't exactly gracious when we broke up, I've felt bad for so long...and then you coming here...I shouldn't have assumed, but how could I guess you were tutoring Chuck?" it gushed out of her in one burst of jumbled words, she paused for breath, looking up at him from under blonde lashes with some trepidation.
"I know, I'm tutoring Chuck Bass, no one was more surprised by that then you," he commented wryly.
"I was still a bit of a jerk wasn't I?" she said quietly, penitent.
"I think we were both kind of jerks," Dan relented, "I mean now I look back on it I guess...I know I could have dealt with things better..."
There was a pause as they both thought over what had seemed so insurmountable just a few short weeks ago, but now seemed rather silly.
"Start over?" Serena finally queried softly, looking up at him and smiling wistfully. "Friends?"
"Sure," he said, looking down at her hand, which was still in his, trying to hide the feeling of warmth which crept slowly from her fingertips up his arm. "I mean I'm going to need all the friends I can get, what with trying to get Chuck to actually do some homework. Besides, how could I say no to you?"
He glanced up at her now, his breath caught in his throat as a bright sunny smile spread over her face. His throat felt dry, his palms sweaty as her smile softened into something else, her lips parting slightly, as if to say something more...
"What a touching reunion. Despite my hopes, obviously your standards haven't improved sis," Chuck drawled, from behind them. Serena and Dan quickly jumped apart, shocked they turned to look at Chuck who was leaning against the door, smirking.
"Shut up Chuck," she snapped automatically, eyes flashing and body stiffening.
'Make me,' he mouthed, leering.
Serena ignored him angrily, she turned to Dan, who was feeling out of his depth.
"I've got to go, but I'll see you tomorrow in school," she said tightly, aware of Chuck watching their every move.
"Uh...yeah sure," Dan murmured, stunned.
"Right..." Serena trailed off, dropping her gaze awkwardly, obviously feeling the oddness between them that neither of them could, or wanted to, identify.
There was a second where she hesitated, biting her lip, as if she wanted to say something more. Instead she turned and strutted out of the room, brushing past Chuck aggressively without glancing at him. Dan blinked, watching her leave. This morning he couldn't even think of Serena without a tumult of emotion, including bitterness, anger and some regret. Now he felt exactly like he had at the white party, part longing, part hesitant and very, very confused.
"I'm paying you to tutor me Humphrey, not watch my sis walking," Chuck sneered, putting his hands into his school slacks and surveying Dan with critical eyes.
"Oh, so now you want to get to work?" Dan queried, annoyed.
"Unlike you my time is precious, so how about we get started on that English paper," Chuck drawled, disinterested in Dan's reply he turned and strolled towards the couch.
"This afternoon just keeps getting better and better," Dan muttered under his breath.
"Times up, so what do you have?" Dan asked, looking up from his watch at Chuck who was sitting on the opposite couch with a notepad and pen on his knee.
Dan's own books were spread across the living room table. He'd asked Chuck to choose an essay topic and then write down some ideas for it, in the hopes of determining what he was actually working with, and also to keep Chuck from tossing sarcastic and degrading comments about the glitter pen he'd been forced to borrow from Jenny this morning.
"Chuck," Dan prompted.
Chuck held up his pad in defeat. The essay topic was scrawled on the top in messy cursor. Underneath that was one line in capital letters.
'THIS IS STUPID.'
"Very funny," Dan said sarcastically. "Come on Chuck, you didn't even have one idea in all that time?"
"What can I say, the subject matter doesn't stimulate me," Chuck drawled lazily, throwing the pad carelessly on the table and leaning against the couch.
"Well at least you picked a question...that's something I guess," Dan muttered, picking up the pad and glancing at it he read the question aloud. "Discuss revenge in Wuthering Heights. In what ways is it connected to love? What is the nature of love in the novel, that it can be so closely connected to vengeance?" As he finished the last word he looked up at Chuck and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
"It was better than the social class question, which no doubt you chose," he snapped, annoyed at Dan's look.
"It's a relevant question," Dan said defensively.
"You couldn't be any more predictable if you tried, could you Humptey Dumpty?" Chuck drawled, gazing up at him with a superior smirk.
"You know the names are getting really old Bass," Dan snapped, annoyed. "Besides if you want to talk about predictable...love, revenge?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Chuck bristled, looking darkly at the Brooklynite now, he lent forward almost aggressively.
"I'm just saying, you couldn't think of a single thing to write down on this topic? I mean, it's not like you haven't had real life experience..." Dan shifted in his seat, trying to hold Chuck's dark gaze.
There was a moment of silence, and Dan wondered if Chuck was going to hit him.
"I need a drink," Chuck said abruptly instead, rising and strolling towards the kitchen area.
"Okay then..." Dan sighed, dropping the pad on the table and rubbing his head.
Chuck got out the familiar scotch tumbler, grabbing a glass he poured himself a generous helping and gulped down half of it in one go. He glanced over the counter at Humphrey, who was leaning forward with his head now in his hands. Chuck smirked, at least he wasn't the only one getting tortured here. He finished the rest of the glass and poured himself another, just as the glass met his lips he heard the sound of the elevator.
"Eric," he drawled, presuming it was his younger brother who hadn't come home yet. He had been hoping to talk to him again, reconsidering his initial stance to wait for Eric to come to him. The younger boy had maintained a stony silence around Chuck, avoiding him this morning, and it was beginning to grate on Chuck's nerves. Instead of the younger boy coming around the corner, there was Bart.
"Mr. Bass," Dan exclaimed, looking up shocked he quickly stood. Chuck choked on the liquor he was just about to swallow, coughing hard.
"Father," he managed to gasp out through watering eyes. "You're home earlier than usual."
"I had to pick up something," Bart intoned, taking in the scotch glass in Chuck's hand and the books scattered around Dan in the living room. "So this is your idea of study Charles?"
Chuck didn't say anything, looking at his father with dark eyes. It wasn't like Bart would listen to him anyway.
"We were just taking a break," Dan said quickly, obviously he didn't want to appear like he wasn't doing his job. "We were brainstorming about ideas for the upcoming English essay..." he trailed off lamely as Bart turned his cool eyes on him.
"There's no need to pretend Daniel, I don't blame you," he said stiffly. "You can go now, hopefully next week Chuck will actually realise the severity of his situation and you won't find him so tedious to work with."
"Actually sir we we're..." Dan began, feeling slightly bad for Chuck despite himself. He couldn't imagine Rufus ever belittling him, especially not in front of one of his peers from school.
"Please Daniel," Bart said with finality, raising his hand.
Dan glanced helplessly at Chuck, whose dark face was unreadable. He then relented, and grabbed up his pen and books, shoving them into his bag. He slung the bag over his shoulder, looking up awkwardly.
"I guess I'll see you," he murmured awkwardly. "Mr Bass, Chuck..." avoiding looking at the other boy he quickly rushed towards the elevator, luckily it opened immediately and he slammed his hand on the ground floor button.
As soon as the doors slid shut he lent against the glass wall and blew out a gust of pent up air. That hadn't been as bad as he thought, it had been worse. Not only was he unable to get the thought of Serena's warm hand in his from his head, but he was beginning to actually feel a little sorry for Chuck Bass, minimally sorry of course. This went against everything he had been sure of a week ago, that he could never even look at Serena again, and that Chuck was a soulless creep. Rubbing his head Dan thought he was pretty sure a tutoring session was not supposed to result in the tutor feeling more confused than he was when it started.
As soon as Dan left the suite Bart turned his icy gaze on Chuck. Before his father could open his mouth Chuck put his glass down on the counter and reached into his pocket, taking out his expensive leather wallet. He opened it and exaggeratingly slowly he took out his gold credit card, placing it on the counter and sliding it towards Bart.
"Have fun getting your secretary to cut it up," he drawled picking up his scotch glass and raising it in a mock toast. He then picked up the tumbler with his other hand and headed for the elevator himself.
A/N: I haven't had a chance to read over it because it's pretty rough but I might not have a chance to update next week so I thought I'd put it up anyway. I hope you like and I'll edit it properly when I get the chance. I hope this is not OOC, tell me if it is!
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER =D.
Please REVIEW if you READ this! It motivates me to write, and I might update next weekend if I get enough motivation, wink, wink, nudge, nudge = P!
I know Bart comes off as unrealistically mean, but this is the guy that let his son wear a suit to kindergarten and never bought him a birthday present. He's cold and emotionally distant.
I know this doesn't follow what I promised at the end of last chapter, but whenever I write it doesn't go as planned, so I'm just going to follow my muse and go with the flow lol. I can promise a funny scene between Chuck and Serena in the next chapter though (at least I think it is lol) !
I'm as torn between Nate and Dan as Serena is (though with Chuck there whose looking lol jks?), though I do tend to lean towards Derena, so no real idea where that is going. Also I got the essay question from Spark notes I think it was, anyway not mine, but I do love Wuthering Heights.
Can't wait for the finale! I still love Chair, but I think Chuck will 'let Blair go' at the end of this season. Then she can come back to him next season, after they've both worked through their issues over the summer = D. YAY! Lol. As long as Chuck is the one to save Blair from Thorpe in an amazingly romantic way I can wait hee hee = P!
Inspirational photo of the week: Google "Dan-and-Chuck-2x20" it's the first pic lol.