chapter one: when you feel
Title: When You Feel
Show: Gossip GirlPairing: Blair/Chuck/Jenny
Genre:Romance/Drama
Rating: T
Summary: Yes, they were all playing in the game of love. That meant someone had to lose.
Author's Note: Not dead yet. Sorry.
When You Feel
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Summary: There were always those people that never celebrated birthdays. Chuck Bass was one of them for obvious reasons.
Author’s Note: Well, this fanfic will start off with some Chuck/Jenny action. It will probably alternate between the two girls for a while until things come to a head. I hope that someone’s actually reading this…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gossip Girl. But I wish I did. Seriously, Season 2 wouldn’t have existed.
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Chapter One - Blow Out Your Candles
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Six Months Ago
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Darling, are you dreaming?
Are you dreaming of me now?
Are you screaming?
‘Cause it’s such a nightmare now.
“Keeping on Without You” - This Providence
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May 19th was usually a rather quiet day for Chuck Bass. The day’s importance was only acknowledged in mumbles. There were no gifts from family, no cards left on his nightstand. His friends would offer something small, then leave him in his misery.
May 19th. He doesn’t like the day. He usually sleeps and drinks his way through it. Often, there are weak protests from his friends for his uneventful acts, but this year, there is only silence. No one is talking to him.
The troubles of romance got in the way of everything that was important to him. So all he is left with is the thump of his heart, acknowledging that life goes on.
He closes his eyes and the black enters. He doesn’t dream much. Dreaming is for those who salivate for something important. He once had everything he needed. The friends, the love, and he almost reached the happiness. There was no need to dream.
It is silent for a while. He is unable to fall asleep. There was something missing, or rather, everything. There’s a knock on his door. His heart’s consistent and rhythmic pattern is ruined. He jumps, throws off his quilt, and makes himself presentable before he invites the mysterious person in.
The girl enters with a small cupcake with a lit candle. She gives her usual warm smile and enters his dismal room.
“What’s that for?” He gestures towards the cupcake. He’s entirely sure about what it’s for, but he hasn’t been given anything resembling sweets for his birthday since he threw a chocolate cake at his father during a party ten years ago. It was the first and last birthday his father was around to celebrate with him.
“Happy eighteenth!” The girl nearly squeals. Her voice almost pierces his ears.
“Since when do you venture around these parts, Humphrey?” He’s talking about his bedroom. She’s always known better than to enter the room; usually there’s a girl or two enjoying his company. But today she seems completely unfazed by his womanizing ways.
“Well, I’ve been here since this morning, and you haven’t left your room,” She says knowingly. “Unless someone snuck through your window. Vanessa’s pretty good at that.”
He cringes at the sound the girl’s name. Mistakes he’s made pile on him like a ton of bricks.
“I just thought you might need…a pick-me-up.” She continues as she places the cupcake on his nightstand, the light from the candle flickering.
“How did you know it was my birthday?”
“It’s all over Gossip Girl. She probably has spies parked outside the Palace watching your every move.”
“Don’t know why. She should know that my birthday is nothing worth celebrating.” He hangs his head low.
“Everyone’s birthday is worth celebrating.” She attempts to pep him up.
“You don’t understand.” He uses the line that every other Manhattan teenager does.
She refuses to surrender. “Maybe I don’t,” She clucks her tongue. “But you still deserve to have a good time.”
“Staying in this room makes for a good time,” He mutters.
“Speaking of,” She’s determined to continue the conversation. “I don’t want you to move out.”
He looks up at her. “I have no choice. I can’t be around you, given what I’ve done.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” She reasons with him like a patient parent. “Plus, let’s face it. My living experience would be a little less colorful without you.”
“That is true.” He gives her his trademark smirk.
“So you’ll stay?”
“Fine.”
“And…could you do one more thing for me?”
“What?”
“Blow out your candle and make a wish.”
He always thought the idea of making a wish was preposterous, but he owes the girl a few favors.
He blows out the small flame and stares at the smoke that it becomes.
“Don’t tell anyone what you wished for,” She whispers like a child. “Or it won’t come true.”
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tbc