PFATW- Chapter 6: Roomies, No Space, and...Convicts?
Title: Postcards From Around the World
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Rating: PG
Words: About 1700+
Summary: Now that all has been said and done, Chuck and Blair are ready to take on the world. But are they ready for it?
Notes: I totally wanted to get this up sooner but then I started following Michael Jackson's death on the news and got sidetracked. I know, I got stuck in the 80s and Thriller again. *sigh* Thank you for following this and to Dawn for the Beta. GG is still not mine.
Banner by issa_bell
Chapter 6: Roomies, No Space, and...Convicts?
So far, so good. Puerto Rico was as warm as they had expected, the ride to the hotel didn't take forever, and their driver knew enough English to help them get around. Tyler's father was forever apologizing to them and offered them free treatment at a day spa as soon as they caught Tyler trying to color Chuck's pink bowtie blue.
This room wasn't exactly a five-star hotel room, but it was above and beyond the one in Atlanta. It was much smaller, but the bed didn't look like it would kill them, there were colorful paintings everywhere, a tiny mini-bar like the brochure had said, and a bathroom with a lot of space and a jacuzzi bath. The only thing odd about the room was the fact that it had a ceiling fan and an air conditioner. It looked every bit as perfect as it was in the brochure.
Evidently, Gossip Girl was thrilled with this room too for her new blast came in as soon as Blair and Chuck set foot in their room.
Spotted: Hola, everyone! I've got news on our newly crowned king and his queen! B and C have finally settled down South. Warm beaches, cool breezes, music all through the night, steamy baths...well, Bass, you did it! You're finally acting like a boyfriend! Good for you, now keep that ball going. You wouldn't want to be hit with some steamy scandal off the coast now...would you? -XOXO
Blair frowned. "Ugh, does she ever get any sleep?"
Chuck smirked. Gossip Girl was of no importance him. She could tail him and call him all kinds of names. He was no longer the coward that she once labeled him. Her accusations just fell off his back. "Who cares? We're here. We made it one piece. We haven't killed each other. I don't think the ball will stop rolling anytime soon."
She returned the grin. Of course it didn't matter what Gossip Girl said. No steamy scandal was going to split them up now. Not when they had survived the worst. If they could fly coach with creepy old ladies and annoying brats, then an anonymous blogger was nothing. Feeling much better about the whole thing, she decided to tackle him and get him on the bed.
"Ow!" he complained as soon as they landed on it. "My back!"
"Is the bed hard like the one in Atlanta?" she asked.
"No."
"Then don't complain." She kissed him and the complaints stopped. To hell with his backside. He had gotten enough scratches and bruises from women before. Blair had done her share of abuse and this was nothing. "Gossip Girl was telling the truth this time. You did do something right."
"I'm Chuck Bass," he replied. "I can't do everything wrong."
They made out for a few minutes before she realized that she was still too hot and sticky. She needed to change her clothes. The outfits they had worn on the plane would not suffice now.
"I'm going to soak in the jacuzzi," Blair decided out loud, getting off him and looking around her suitcase for some underwear. Even though she had packed everything she needed, she was having trouble finding any. That, along with how tired she was, made her decide not to wear underwear. The two of them could take on San Juan later.
"I'll be waiting for you," he winked. This was perfect timing because he was still tired. She could change into something more fitting while he'd get in his robe and wait for her to rip it off. She smiled, taking whatever bath items she needed, and disappeared into the bathroom. As she showered, he got out of his clothes into something more comfortable and lay down.
He was asleep for no more than fifteen minutes and he was already in a dream. It was back in first grade where they all were in a school play. He remembered this memory all too well. Blair and Nate were the prince and princess, of course. Serena had been the good fairy. And Chuck, not knowing if this was a bad joke, had been the princess' pet cow. Everything was going according the script, but the end. Princess Blair did not kiss Prince Nate. Instead, she had turned to the cow and kissed it instead. Back then, he wanted this to be how it ended. He hated watching Blair and Nate kiss each other. It was gross as they were only seven. Sure, they faked the kiss for the audience, but he felt sick.
Smiling in that dream, Chuck rolled over and put his arm around her. He felt someone beside him and figured that Blair was through with her bath. She wouldn't leave him alone that long. She felt so soft and warm and she smelled...like roast pork. That was his first indication that something was wrong. The second one was the fact that she had very hairy arms.
His eyes flew open wide to find a man next to him. This was an older gentleman who was heavier than he was and smelled like a barbecue pit. There were about twelve tattoos on his arms and legs. He didn't seem to notice that Chuck had thrown his arm around his body or that he was in this room. Instead, he kept picking away at the dirt under his fingernails.
Chuck cleared his throat and the man turned to him. "Hello there."
"Hi. I'm Milt."
"I'm Chuck Bass." He hoped that this would be enough to get the guy away.
Milt remained unimpressed as he picked away at the stains on his undershirt. "Nice to meet you, Chuck Bass."
"This is my room."
"Oh, okay."
"I paid for it."
"Me too." Milt snorted and sat up in bed. He was now picking away at his toenails. Fantastic. The man was making himself at home.
"What do you mean you paid for it too?" Chuck asked.
"Didn't you know you were getting roommates?" Milt pointed out. Now he picked at his teeth, which looked like burnt corn.
"I have a roommate already. She's in the bathroom."
"Oh great, they'll get along!" Milt grinned, showing off all that burnt corn teeth.
"They? You mean there's more of you?"
"Yeah, my girlfriend. It's our first vacation since we got out of prison." Hearing that word, Chuck edged away from Milt. Convicts? Since when did their dream room include roommates who were convicts? "Calm down, we're not escaped convicts. I did my time. I paid the price. I've seen it all, pal. People getting beaten up. People desperate to get out. Johnny Cash. You name it, I saw it. But that don't mean I'm a bad person now, does it?"
"So...if I'm getting this straight, you and your girlfriend are staying with us?" Chuck said. "For how long?"
"Um...I'm guessing four or five days, maybe more if she wants to work on her tan," Milt said. "And don't worry about beds. You and you girl can take the floor. I'm sure they'll give you something to sleep on."
Chuck inhaled sharply. So now they were not only sharing their room, they were going to sleep on the floor? Any other situation, he would have schemed to get the bed. He had won a lot of bets against Nate when it came to getting first dibs on anything. But Milt was a convict. The man had done hard time and had seen Johnny Cash at the same time. In addition, Milt was about twelve times his size. If he so much as to open his mouth in protest, chances were high he would end up being a gutted out Bass. This was where he had to be a man and let Milt and his girlfriend take the bed. He and Blair...
Blair! How was he going to explain this to Blair?
No sooner did he start thinking, Blair came out of the bathroom. Her smile quickly shifted into a look of confusion. "Hello..."
"Hey, roomie!" Milt waved to her.
"Hey...oh Charles, may I speak to you for a moment?" She motioned him to come to her. And it wasn't one of those seductive motions either. Her tight smile was practically stretched across her face.
"Blair, it's really not as bad as it looks," Chuck began, slowly making his way to her. Those dark eyes were piercing into him and he knew she ached for revenge. "We do have roommates. I wasn't aware of this either! But it won't be bad! I'm getting along with", he glanced over at Milt who was scratching his no-man's land, "him and I think you and the girlfriend will get along too."
"They'll be living with us," she began. "In this room. Charles, they are going to share this room with us. Do you know what that means?"
"We'll be okay!" he assured her. "I'm sure they are nice people."
At that, the door flung open to reveal a woman scowling at them. She was the same size as Milt was and her nose was turned up in disgust. This was not the evil that Georgina Sparks had been, no. This woman would eat them alive for breakfast and floss her teeth with Chuck's ascots. Milt seemed to be the only one who was thrilled with her appearance.
"Oh honey..." She began, looking at him with love. Or anger, it was hard to tell. "The angel of your demise has arrived!"
"Baby! You made it past the guards!" Milt held out his arms and the woman bounded over to him. The two of them shared a kiss before Milt motioned towards Chuck and Blair. "Jump in! We're going to have a great time!"
"...We're doomed." Blair decided.
TBC...
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Y'all knew I couldn't leave them alone, right? Next up...some fluffy romance. That's the truth.
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Rating: PG
Words: About 1700+
Summary: Now that all has been said and done, Chuck and Blair are ready to take on the world. But are they ready for it?
Notes: I totally wanted to get this up sooner but then I started following Michael Jackson's death on the news and got sidetracked. I know, I got stuck in the 80s and Thriller again. *sigh* Thank you for following this and to Dawn for the Beta. GG is still not mine.
Banner by issa_bell
Chapter 6: Roomies, No Space, and...Convicts?
So far, so good. Puerto Rico was as warm as they had expected, the ride to the hotel didn't take forever, and their driver knew enough English to help them get around. Tyler's father was forever apologizing to them and offered them free treatment at a day spa as soon as they caught Tyler trying to color Chuck's pink bowtie blue.
This room wasn't exactly a five-star hotel room, but it was above and beyond the one in Atlanta. It was much smaller, but the bed didn't look like it would kill them, there were colorful paintings everywhere, a tiny mini-bar like the brochure had said, and a bathroom with a lot of space and a jacuzzi bath. The only thing odd about the room was the fact that it had a ceiling fan and an air conditioner. It looked every bit as perfect as it was in the brochure.
Evidently, Gossip Girl was thrilled with this room too for her new blast came in as soon as Blair and Chuck set foot in their room.
Spotted: Hola, everyone! I've got news on our newly crowned king and his queen! B and C have finally settled down South. Warm beaches, cool breezes, music all through the night, steamy baths...well, Bass, you did it! You're finally acting like a boyfriend! Good for you, now keep that ball going. You wouldn't want to be hit with some steamy scandal off the coast now...would you? -XOXO
Blair frowned. "Ugh, does she ever get any sleep?"
Chuck smirked. Gossip Girl was of no importance him. She could tail him and call him all kinds of names. He was no longer the coward that she once labeled him. Her accusations just fell off his back. "Who cares? We're here. We made it one piece. We haven't killed each other. I don't think the ball will stop rolling anytime soon."
She returned the grin. Of course it didn't matter what Gossip Girl said. No steamy scandal was going to split them up now. Not when they had survived the worst. If they could fly coach with creepy old ladies and annoying brats, then an anonymous blogger was nothing. Feeling much better about the whole thing, she decided to tackle him and get him on the bed.
"Ow!" he complained as soon as they landed on it. "My back!"
"Is the bed hard like the one in Atlanta?" she asked.
"No."
"Then don't complain." She kissed him and the complaints stopped. To hell with his backside. He had gotten enough scratches and bruises from women before. Blair had done her share of abuse and this was nothing. "Gossip Girl was telling the truth this time. You did do something right."
"I'm Chuck Bass," he replied. "I can't do everything wrong."
They made out for a few minutes before she realized that she was still too hot and sticky. She needed to change her clothes. The outfits they had worn on the plane would not suffice now.
"I'm going to soak in the jacuzzi," Blair decided out loud, getting off him and looking around her suitcase for some underwear. Even though she had packed everything she needed, she was having trouble finding any. That, along with how tired she was, made her decide not to wear underwear. The two of them could take on San Juan later.
"I'll be waiting for you," he winked. This was perfect timing because he was still tired. She could change into something more fitting while he'd get in his robe and wait for her to rip it off. She smiled, taking whatever bath items she needed, and disappeared into the bathroom. As she showered, he got out of his clothes into something more comfortable and lay down.
He was asleep for no more than fifteen minutes and he was already in a dream. It was back in first grade where they all were in a school play. He remembered this memory all too well. Blair and Nate were the prince and princess, of course. Serena had been the good fairy. And Chuck, not knowing if this was a bad joke, had been the princess' pet cow. Everything was going according the script, but the end. Princess Blair did not kiss Prince Nate. Instead, she had turned to the cow and kissed it instead. Back then, he wanted this to be how it ended. He hated watching Blair and Nate kiss each other. It was gross as they were only seven. Sure, they faked the kiss for the audience, but he felt sick.
Smiling in that dream, Chuck rolled over and put his arm around her. He felt someone beside him and figured that Blair was through with her bath. She wouldn't leave him alone that long. She felt so soft and warm and she smelled...like roast pork. That was his first indication that something was wrong. The second one was the fact that she had very hairy arms.
His eyes flew open wide to find a man next to him. This was an older gentleman who was heavier than he was and smelled like a barbecue pit. There were about twelve tattoos on his arms and legs. He didn't seem to notice that Chuck had thrown his arm around his body or that he was in this room. Instead, he kept picking away at the dirt under his fingernails.
Chuck cleared his throat and the man turned to him. "Hello there."
"Hi. I'm Milt."
"I'm Chuck Bass." He hoped that this would be enough to get the guy away.
Milt remained unimpressed as he picked away at the stains on his undershirt. "Nice to meet you, Chuck Bass."
"This is my room."
"Oh, okay."
"I paid for it."
"Me too." Milt snorted and sat up in bed. He was now picking away at his toenails. Fantastic. The man was making himself at home.
"What do you mean you paid for it too?" Chuck asked.
"Didn't you know you were getting roommates?" Milt pointed out. Now he picked at his teeth, which looked like burnt corn.
"I have a roommate already. She's in the bathroom."
"Oh great, they'll get along!" Milt grinned, showing off all that burnt corn teeth.
"They? You mean there's more of you?"
"Yeah, my girlfriend. It's our first vacation since we got out of prison." Hearing that word, Chuck edged away from Milt. Convicts? Since when did their dream room include roommates who were convicts? "Calm down, we're not escaped convicts. I did my time. I paid the price. I've seen it all, pal. People getting beaten up. People desperate to get out. Johnny Cash. You name it, I saw it. But that don't mean I'm a bad person now, does it?"
"So...if I'm getting this straight, you and your girlfriend are staying with us?" Chuck said. "For how long?"
"Um...I'm guessing four or five days, maybe more if she wants to work on her tan," Milt said. "And don't worry about beds. You and you girl can take the floor. I'm sure they'll give you something to sleep on."
Chuck inhaled sharply. So now they were not only sharing their room, they were going to sleep on the floor? Any other situation, he would have schemed to get the bed. He had won a lot of bets against Nate when it came to getting first dibs on anything. But Milt was a convict. The man had done hard time and had seen Johnny Cash at the same time. In addition, Milt was about twelve times his size. If he so much as to open his mouth in protest, chances were high he would end up being a gutted out Bass. This was where he had to be a man and let Milt and his girlfriend take the bed. He and Blair...
Blair! How was he going to explain this to Blair?
No sooner did he start thinking, Blair came out of the bathroom. Her smile quickly shifted into a look of confusion. "Hello..."
"Hey, roomie!" Milt waved to her.
"Hey...oh Charles, may I speak to you for a moment?" She motioned him to come to her. And it wasn't one of those seductive motions either. Her tight smile was practically stretched across her face.
"Blair, it's really not as bad as it looks," Chuck began, slowly making his way to her. Those dark eyes were piercing into him and he knew she ached for revenge. "We do have roommates. I wasn't aware of this either! But it won't be bad! I'm getting along with", he glanced over at Milt who was scratching his no-man's land, "him and I think you and the girlfriend will get along too."
"They'll be living with us," she began. "In this room. Charles, they are going to share this room with us. Do you know what that means?"
"We'll be okay!" he assured her. "I'm sure they are nice people."
At that, the door flung open to reveal a woman scowling at them. She was the same size as Milt was and her nose was turned up in disgust. This was not the evil that Georgina Sparks had been, no. This woman would eat them alive for breakfast and floss her teeth with Chuck's ascots. Milt seemed to be the only one who was thrilled with her appearance.
"Oh honey..." She began, looking at him with love. Or anger, it was hard to tell. "The angel of your demise has arrived!"
"Baby! You made it past the guards!" Milt held out his arms and the woman bounded over to him. The two of them shared a kiss before Milt motioned towards Chuck and Blair. "Jump in! We're going to have a great time!"
"...We're doomed." Blair decided.
TBC...
~ ~ ~
Y'all knew I couldn't leave them alone, right? Next up...some fluffy romance. That's the truth.