A/N: hola all! Okay, so I was planning on updating the story once más before Thanksgiving but it really didn’t happen. Instead, I finished making my CB vid, so tu should go check THAT out on youtube! *gasp* (Username: ChuckBlairLuvA) Hehe. ;p Anyways! I’m really going to try updating this as soon as possible…and as often as impossible. Thank-you for all your reviews. I really amor this story, so on with it! PLEASE REVIEW! =D
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CH.4—Cold Goodbyes
The elevator slowly began to move. Both of them should have been ecstatic at their final departure when it finally reached ground level, but neither of them could so much as offer a smile, when the doors finally slid open.
Several mechanics were there to greet them. The first of many offering their hands to Blair and Chuck in order to exit the vacant box that had dado them all so much trouble. Blair nodded politely, simply picking up her bolso, monedero and walking out into the lobby. Chuck watched her and then exited the elevator himself, not so much as acknowledging the men in dirty, greasy suits just outside the entrance. Many apologies were uttered, until finally Chuck waved them off and they returned to their stations.
Chuck brushed off his velvet maroon suite and calmly strode outside to see Blair standing there, alone and in the cold, shivering in the darkness. There were no limos around, no taxis either, surprisingly. What was she waiting for?
He came up from behind, taking his chaqueta off and wrapping it around her bare shoulders. She was startled por his actions, but when she realized what he had done…as much as she appreciated the gesture, she was not willing to accept his kindness, not yet at least.
Once he had stepped away a few inches, she took the chaqueta off and shoved it at him, never looking directly at him. “Thanks, but no thanks,” she spat, staring at the street.
He looked offended first, but it was instantly consumed por hurt and a concern of some sorts.
“Blair, it’s co—”
“I’m fine,” she dicho sharply, looking him in the eye to prove her point, and then after a long moment turning her gaze back to the street.
He sighed, folding the chaqueta up neatly in his arms. If she wasn’t going to wear it, he wasn’t going to feel guilty about wearing it himself. No doubt she’d probably tortazo him if he’d put it on again. However the possibility wasn’t entirely unlikely that it would just fuel her sadness, not anger…sadness.
She rubbed her arms up and down, as the goosebumps covered her. He looked at her agonizingly, wanting to do something….deciding any attempt to be civil was hopeless.
“I know you’re cold,” he said.
She dicho nothing.
“Blair, I…” he paused, as he saw a limo pull up in front of the hotel, Blair’s limo.
She walked forward, and he followed her slowly, hesitant to every move. She paused just before getting inside the vehicle. Paused for TOO long. She finallly turned to look at him, witnessing all the hurt on his face, and now he truly saw the pain on hers.
“What, Chuck?” she asked.
“I…”
She raised an eyebrow, growing impatient.
“I’m sorry,” he concluded, slipping his hands into his pockets.
She shook her head, scoffing, then looked at him again, lips pursed. “I’m sorry too.”
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He watched as she got in and the limo sped off. He looked on in the direction she had gone for another ten minutes, before slowly turning around and walking back inside. When he asked the single mechanic who had not yet retreated to his station if the elevator was safe, he assure him that it was, but it might be best if he took the service elevator and then took the final flight of stairs to get back to the party.
Chuck nodded, and in any other situation would’ve just taken the elevator regardless, but tonight had been much too stressful, even for him. He took the mechanics consejos and followed him to the service elevator, waving him off once he had heard the man’s instructions near five times.
When he got to the top, he opened the door leading from the stair entrance and was met por Vanessa in a tight hug. “Chuck! I heard what happened—literally,” she pulled away from him, when the hug was not returned.
“Sorry,” she said, awkwardly, when she noticed how oddly he was looking at her. “I was just worried about you,” she looked down at her feet and then up at him. Same expression, and she couldn’t read it. But it wasn’t happy.
“I think tu need to leave,” he dicho harshly, striding past her.
“Wait, Chuck!” she grabbed a hold of his arm, spinning him around to face her. He looked angry.
“What’s going on?” she asked, almost afraid of her own words.
He just glared at her.
“Did something else happen with tu father? What is it? tu can tell me,” she said, stepping closer to him, squeezing his arm gently.
Chuck looked down at her hand on his arm, absolutely infuritated. No wonder Blair had gotten jealous! No matter how innocent it seemed. He KNEW he was leading Vanessa on, and for the one time in Chuck’s life, he was angry he had such a talent for doing so.
He snapped his arm out of her grasp. “Leave,” he said, his eyes cold. When she dicho nothing, he turned around in a rush and stormed off and away, into the party. But she saw him as headed upstairs, no doubt towards his room.
She was taken aback por his actions, but decided to leave him alone. Some things just need to be dealt with in their own ways. She turned to leave, grabbing her bolso, monedero from out of the closet and heading towards the abandoned elevator.
She stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground level. With Chuck gone, there really was no point in her staying there any longer. Rich, upper class people were really not her cup of tea.
As she reached the far corner of the elevator, she noticed a phone on the ground. Puzzled por this, she bent down to pick it up, noticing the screen was black. She pressed a button and the screen lit up. She gasped at the message.
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She tried to rush out of the elevator, in an eager hurry to discuss the matter with Chuck, but the doors had already closed and she was well on her way to the ground level. She shook her head, looking back over the message.
What the hell does Blair have to do with Chuck?
DING.
The elevator doors opened and Vanessa stepped out, slipping the phone in her purse.
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The ride inicial was not a pleasant one. She was thinking about Chuck the whole time, and the amor songs the driver had playing were not helping her situation. She grumbled at the odd turn of events. Leaning her head back on the seat, she closed her eyes and began to play back all the memories of her and Chuck. From the time they were kids, they had always been pretty close, in the terms of manipulations at least. Why she had fallen for that lame Archibald nobody, she had no clue. She knew she did still care for Nate as a friend, but they were not at a place yet where she could admit even that. All she knew was that she was in amor with Chuck, she had no idea how it had suddenly jumped to that stage in their relationship (whatever it was), but she knew it was true. She could just never tell him, because he would NEVER give her what she needed: honesty and faithfulness. She was sick of playing games. Now all she wanted was him….kissing her, loving her, talking with her, protecting her. She sighed. But it was only wishful thinking…nothing more.
The songs became silent.
“Miss Waldorf, we’ve arrived,” the driver announced.
Blair nodded. “Thank-you,” she said, opening the door and climbing out, shutting it behind her.
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She headed to her room, once inside the penthouse. There was no one to stop her, to ask her if she was okay from getting stuck in that elevator, to ask her how in the world she’d survived from putting her feelings on the line again and being predictably disappointed. Her corazón had shattered again. No thanks to that good for nothing Bass.
But she still missed him, she still…loved him. She dropped her bolso, monedero at the door. Sulkily, she sauntered over to her closet and took off that beautiful Tuscany dress, hanging it up delicately on a hanger. It held so much sadness for her now. She took out one of her favorito! nightdresses and slid it over her petite brunette head. Then, she crossed the room and opened the parte superior, arriba drawer of another of her dressers, filled with her most precious possessions. The Erickson Beamon necklace.
She closed her eyes, remembering her birthday party just but a año ago. A tear fell from her closed eyes and dragged itself down the side of her face. When she opened her eyes, they were overflowing with the watery substance.
She opened the carefully decorated box and unlatched the necklace, placing it around her neck and reclasping it. Every movement was careful and hesitant, because at every segundo she swore she felt Chuck there beside her, putting the collar on her himself…just in the soft gentle way he would do it, the way he had done it, in what seemed so long ago. How did it come to this? She thought, turning to look at herself in the mirror. Teary gasps escaped her, and she turned the light off, crawling into bed. Her fingers never letting go of the precious silver dangling around her neck.
BZZZZZ. BZZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZZZ.
She moaned in the darkness. “Dorota…..” she muttered. Nothing. She sighed aggravatingly, tearing the covers off of her, then lingering on her bed.
BZZZZZ. BZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZ.
“Ugh, fine. I’ll get it,” she grumbled, sauntering over to her bolso, monedero and pulled her phone, frustrated at the constant vibrations. She should’ve DEFINITELY turned it off before going to bed. There was NO ONE she needed to talk to.
She flipped open the phone and was started por what it told her.
1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: CHUCK BASS.
Whaaat?
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A/N: I HOPE tu LOOOOOOOOOOVED IT!!!!!!!!! Please review! =D
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CH.4—Cold Goodbyes
The elevator slowly began to move. Both of them should have been ecstatic at their final departure when it finally reached ground level, but neither of them could so much as offer a smile, when the doors finally slid open.
Several mechanics were there to greet them. The first of many offering their hands to Blair and Chuck in order to exit the vacant box that had dado them all so much trouble. Blair nodded politely, simply picking up her bolso, monedero and walking out into the lobby. Chuck watched her and then exited the elevator himself, not so much as acknowledging the men in dirty, greasy suits just outside the entrance. Many apologies were uttered, until finally Chuck waved them off and they returned to their stations.
Chuck brushed off his velvet maroon suite and calmly strode outside to see Blair standing there, alone and in the cold, shivering in the darkness. There were no limos around, no taxis either, surprisingly. What was she waiting for?
He came up from behind, taking his chaqueta off and wrapping it around her bare shoulders. She was startled por his actions, but when she realized what he had done…as much as she appreciated the gesture, she was not willing to accept his kindness, not yet at least.
Once he had stepped away a few inches, she took the chaqueta off and shoved it at him, never looking directly at him. “Thanks, but no thanks,” she spat, staring at the street.
He looked offended first, but it was instantly consumed por hurt and a concern of some sorts.
“Blair, it’s co—”
“I’m fine,” she dicho sharply, looking him in the eye to prove her point, and then after a long moment turning her gaze back to the street.
He sighed, folding the chaqueta up neatly in his arms. If she wasn’t going to wear it, he wasn’t going to feel guilty about wearing it himself. No doubt she’d probably tortazo him if he’d put it on again. However the possibility wasn’t entirely unlikely that it would just fuel her sadness, not anger…sadness.
She rubbed her arms up and down, as the goosebumps covered her. He looked at her agonizingly, wanting to do something….deciding any attempt to be civil was hopeless.
“I know you’re cold,” he said.
She dicho nothing.
“Blair, I…” he paused, as he saw a limo pull up in front of the hotel, Blair’s limo.
She walked forward, and he followed her slowly, hesitant to every move. She paused just before getting inside the vehicle. Paused for TOO long. She finallly turned to look at him, witnessing all the hurt on his face, and now he truly saw the pain on hers.
“What, Chuck?” she asked.
“I…”
She raised an eyebrow, growing impatient.
“I’m sorry,” he concluded, slipping his hands into his pockets.
She shook her head, scoffing, then looked at him again, lips pursed. “I’m sorry too.”
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He watched as she got in and the limo sped off. He looked on in the direction she had gone for another ten minutes, before slowly turning around and walking back inside. When he asked the single mechanic who had not yet retreated to his station if the elevator was safe, he assure him that it was, but it might be best if he took the service elevator and then took the final flight of stairs to get back to the party.
Chuck nodded, and in any other situation would’ve just taken the elevator regardless, but tonight had been much too stressful, even for him. He took the mechanics consejos and followed him to the service elevator, waving him off once he had heard the man’s instructions near five times.
When he got to the top, he opened the door leading from the stair entrance and was met por Vanessa in a tight hug. “Chuck! I heard what happened—literally,” she pulled away from him, when the hug was not returned.
“Sorry,” she said, awkwardly, when she noticed how oddly he was looking at her. “I was just worried about you,” she looked down at her feet and then up at him. Same expression, and she couldn’t read it. But it wasn’t happy.
“I think tu need to leave,” he dicho harshly, striding past her.
“Wait, Chuck!” she grabbed a hold of his arm, spinning him around to face her. He looked angry.
“What’s going on?” she asked, almost afraid of her own words.
He just glared at her.
“Did something else happen with tu father? What is it? tu can tell me,” she said, stepping closer to him, squeezing his arm gently.
Chuck looked down at her hand on his arm, absolutely infuritated. No wonder Blair had gotten jealous! No matter how innocent it seemed. He KNEW he was leading Vanessa on, and for the one time in Chuck’s life, he was angry he had such a talent for doing so.
He snapped his arm out of her grasp. “Leave,” he said, his eyes cold. When she dicho nothing, he turned around in a rush and stormed off and away, into the party. But she saw him as headed upstairs, no doubt towards his room.
She was taken aback por his actions, but decided to leave him alone. Some things just need to be dealt with in their own ways. She turned to leave, grabbing her bolso, monedero from out of the closet and heading towards the abandoned elevator.
She stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground level. With Chuck gone, there really was no point in her staying there any longer. Rich, upper class people were really not her cup of tea.
As she reached the far corner of the elevator, she noticed a phone on the ground. Puzzled por this, she bent down to pick it up, noticing the screen was black. She pressed a button and the screen lit up. She gasped at the message.
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She tried to rush out of the elevator, in an eager hurry to discuss the matter with Chuck, but the doors had already closed and she was well on her way to the ground level. She shook her head, looking back over the message.
What the hell does Blair have to do with Chuck?
DING.
The elevator doors opened and Vanessa stepped out, slipping the phone in her purse.
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The ride inicial was not a pleasant one. She was thinking about Chuck the whole time, and the amor songs the driver had playing were not helping her situation. She grumbled at the odd turn of events. Leaning her head back on the seat, she closed her eyes and began to play back all the memories of her and Chuck. From the time they were kids, they had always been pretty close, in the terms of manipulations at least. Why she had fallen for that lame Archibald nobody, she had no clue. She knew she did still care for Nate as a friend, but they were not at a place yet where she could admit even that. All she knew was that she was in amor with Chuck, she had no idea how it had suddenly jumped to that stage in their relationship (whatever it was), but she knew it was true. She could just never tell him, because he would NEVER give her what she needed: honesty and faithfulness. She was sick of playing games. Now all she wanted was him….kissing her, loving her, talking with her, protecting her. She sighed. But it was only wishful thinking…nothing more.
The songs became silent.
“Miss Waldorf, we’ve arrived,” the driver announced.
Blair nodded. “Thank-you,” she said, opening the door and climbing out, shutting it behind her.
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She headed to her room, once inside the penthouse. There was no one to stop her, to ask her if she was okay from getting stuck in that elevator, to ask her how in the world she’d survived from putting her feelings on the line again and being predictably disappointed. Her corazón had shattered again. No thanks to that good for nothing Bass.
But she still missed him, she still…loved him. She dropped her bolso, monedero at the door. Sulkily, she sauntered over to her closet and took off that beautiful Tuscany dress, hanging it up delicately on a hanger. It held so much sadness for her now. She took out one of her favorito! nightdresses and slid it over her petite brunette head. Then, she crossed the room and opened the parte superior, arriba drawer of another of her dressers, filled with her most precious possessions. The Erickson Beamon necklace.
She closed her eyes, remembering her birthday party just but a año ago. A tear fell from her closed eyes and dragged itself down the side of her face. When she opened her eyes, they were overflowing with the watery substance.
She opened the carefully decorated box and unlatched the necklace, placing it around her neck and reclasping it. Every movement was careful and hesitant, because at every segundo she swore she felt Chuck there beside her, putting the collar on her himself…just in the soft gentle way he would do it, the way he had done it, in what seemed so long ago. How did it come to this? She thought, turning to look at herself in the mirror. Teary gasps escaped her, and she turned the light off, crawling into bed. Her fingers never letting go of the precious silver dangling around her neck.
BZZZZZ. BZZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZZZ.
She moaned in the darkness. “Dorota…..” she muttered. Nothing. She sighed aggravatingly, tearing the covers off of her, then lingering on her bed.
BZZZZZ. BZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZ.
“Ugh, fine. I’ll get it,” she grumbled, sauntering over to her bolso, monedero and pulled her phone, frustrated at the constant vibrations. She should’ve DEFINITELY turned it off before going to bed. There was NO ONE she needed to talk to.
She flipped open the phone and was started por what it told her.
1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: CHUCK BASS.
Whaaat?
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A/N: I HOPE tu LOOOOOOOOOOVED IT!!!!!!!!! Please review! =D
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