the cure ;; a chuck/serena fanfiction [chapter seven]
Title: The Cure
Pairing: Chuck/Serena (Gossip Girl)
Summary: Her mess of blonde hair and annoying little giggles would probably be the death of him anyway, so why should he give a fuck?
Fuck.her.
Chapter: 7/?
Spoilers: Pre-Series. None at the moment.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Sorry it took forever long to update! I'm gonna try to be better about it, again! But the thing is I've had this on my computer forever, it's just that...I can't seem to figure out a way to get where I'm going. I promise the next chapter soon, I'm gonna start writing it tonight!
She looked into the mirror in front of her, and she felt that her reflection was deceiving her. Her eyes were red and puffy and her lip was bruised. She couldn’t have possibly been feeling this depressed over Chuck Bass, could she?
There was something about his words that made her heart feel like it wasn’t pumping blood properly anymore.
It was mostly the fact that Chuck was a sleaze; he couldn’t possibly be telling her that she was tainted.
She looked at her reflection once more and wiped furiously under her eyes. “Fuck it.”
…
Her lips were pressed against Nate’s before the door was even completely opened. She needed to feel like someone wanted her. She needed to feel like she was fucked and tainted.
One thing Nate was good for was that.
…
The room around him was completely silent except for the faint noise of his father’s business call on the other side of the door.
He looked up at his perfectly white ceiling and began to see images in the swirls along it.
It was probably just the weed, he thought to himself as he smashed his blunt out in the ash tray.
So, maybe Serena wasn’t coming back, fuck her. He didn’t care anymore. She was just trouble like any other woman in his life.
Her mess of blonde hair and annoying little giggles would probably be the death of him anyway, so why should he give a fuck?
Fuck.her.
…
She felt as if her body was betraying her right now. She felt disgusting - she couldn’t even get Nate’s pants off before she murmured apologies and ran out of the room. God, she was disgusting.
The contents in her stomach seemed to be whirling around creating a very uneasy feeling in her stomach. She hated this, she hated it.
Nate was what she wanted, wasn’t it?
Why could she only think about Chuck when she was with him?
…
She knew pills weren’t a great idea; she knew that every time she slipped one into her mouth and followed it by a swallow of vodka tonic. She needed to escape a little; everything was becoming so fucked up.
She looked back into the mirror again and only saw the bruised lips now, well that was an improvement, she thought, as she threw back the rest of her vodka tonic.
Ah, bitter.
…
“Ah Nathanial,” Chuck smirked opening the door. “What a surprise.”
Nate clenched his jaw before punching him square in the nose. He saw the blood squirt from Chuck’s nose and he felt a sudden satisfaction, even though his knuckles throbbed.
“What the fuck did you do to Serena!?” he demanded, his jaw clenching again as he held his knuckles close to him. “She left my place crying.”
Chuck held his nose and couldn’t help but smirk. “Backbone, it’s a nice look for you.”
Nate raised his fist again but the throbbing came back even more intense than before. “What did you do!?”
He continued to smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. “The question is Nathaniel, what did you do to her? Or…didn’t do by the looks of you, I know she never disappoints.”
Wrong thing to say, apparently, since Nate punched him again.
Fuck.
This was becoming a bit painful. “I told her I didn’t want her anymore, happy?”
“Fuck you.” Nate mumbled before walking away from his suite. “Idiot.”
…
She lifted the cigarette to her trembling lips and blew the smoke out in tiny puffs. She couldn’t think straight let alone walk straight.
Apparently, since she ended up at Chuck’s hotel.
What the fuck was she doing? He didn’t want her. Get over it, Serena.
…
Her living room was filled with the faint smell of roses, and when she looked towards the vase, she saw her yellow roses wilting in the vase.
Some fucking maid she had.
Fuck her.
She picked up her phone and dialed Eric’s number.
“You’ve reached Eric. Leave one.”
She slammed the phone down and put her hand against her forehead. This was fucking annoying. She needed someone to talk to and no one was around to listen. She finally felt the sting of tears behind her eye lids.
Fuck Eric, Fuck Chuck, Fuck ‘em all.
…
Chuck peered into the flower shop and saw a dozen yellow roses sitting by the window. He sighed some. Pussy.
He went inside and bought twelve yellow roses and walked towards Serena’s room. He was a fucking idiot, wasn’t he?
…
The knock on her door was loud and frustrated. She hadn’t heard it while she was in the shower, she supposed. She opened the door slowly and the first thing she saw was a glob of yellow in her face.
“Roses?” she muttered. “Original.”
He stepped forward, between the door and the frame. “Listen, S. I’m sorry.”
She quirked a brow. “That’s a new one for you, where’d you get lessons for that?”
He sighed. “Serena, I mean it.”
“Mm.” she muttered glancing down at her feet. The sincerity in his voice was almost convincing. “Whatever, Chuck.”
He huffed. “I shouldn’t even be the one apologizing, Serena!”
She rolled her eyes and looked at him. “Well let me know how you really fucking feel then.” She muttered before slamming the door in his face.
Why did her heart continue to break?
Pairing: Chuck/Serena (Gossip Girl)
Summary: Her mess of blonde hair and annoying little giggles would probably be the death of him anyway, so why should he give a fuck?
Fuck.her.
Chapter: 7/?
Spoilers: Pre-Series. None at the moment.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Sorry it took forever long to update! I'm gonna try to be better about it, again! But the thing is I've had this on my computer forever, it's just that...I can't seem to figure out a way to get where I'm going. I promise the next chapter soon, I'm gonna start writing it tonight!
She looked into the mirror in front of her, and she felt that her reflection was deceiving her. Her eyes were red and puffy and her lip was bruised. She couldn’t have possibly been feeling this depressed over Chuck Bass, could she?
There was something about his words that made her heart feel like it wasn’t pumping blood properly anymore.
It was mostly the fact that Chuck was a sleaze; he couldn’t possibly be telling her that she was tainted.
She looked at her reflection once more and wiped furiously under her eyes. “Fuck it.”
…
Her lips were pressed against Nate’s before the door was even completely opened. She needed to feel like someone wanted her. She needed to feel like she was fucked and tainted.
One thing Nate was good for was that.
…
The room around him was completely silent except for the faint noise of his father’s business call on the other side of the door.
He looked up at his perfectly white ceiling and began to see images in the swirls along it.
It was probably just the weed, he thought to himself as he smashed his blunt out in the ash tray.
So, maybe Serena wasn’t coming back, fuck her. He didn’t care anymore. She was just trouble like any other woman in his life.
Her mess of blonde hair and annoying little giggles would probably be the death of him anyway, so why should he give a fuck?
Fuck.her.
…
She felt as if her body was betraying her right now. She felt disgusting - she couldn’t even get Nate’s pants off before she murmured apologies and ran out of the room. God, she was disgusting.
The contents in her stomach seemed to be whirling around creating a very uneasy feeling in her stomach. She hated this, she hated it.
Nate was what she wanted, wasn’t it?
Why could she only think about Chuck when she was with him?
…
She knew pills weren’t a great idea; she knew that every time she slipped one into her mouth and followed it by a swallow of vodka tonic. She needed to escape a little; everything was becoming so fucked up.
She looked back into the mirror again and only saw the bruised lips now, well that was an improvement, she thought, as she threw back the rest of her vodka tonic.
Ah, bitter.
…
“Ah Nathanial,” Chuck smirked opening the door. “What a surprise.”
Nate clenched his jaw before punching him square in the nose. He saw the blood squirt from Chuck’s nose and he felt a sudden satisfaction, even though his knuckles throbbed.
“What the fuck did you do to Serena!?” he demanded, his jaw clenching again as he held his knuckles close to him. “She left my place crying.”
Chuck held his nose and couldn’t help but smirk. “Backbone, it’s a nice look for you.”
Nate raised his fist again but the throbbing came back even more intense than before. “What did you do!?”
He continued to smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. “The question is Nathaniel, what did you do to her? Or…didn’t do by the looks of you, I know she never disappoints.”
Wrong thing to say, apparently, since Nate punched him again.
Fuck.
This was becoming a bit painful. “I told her I didn’t want her anymore, happy?”
“Fuck you.” Nate mumbled before walking away from his suite. “Idiot.”
…
She lifted the cigarette to her trembling lips and blew the smoke out in tiny puffs. She couldn’t think straight let alone walk straight.
Apparently, since she ended up at Chuck’s hotel.
What the fuck was she doing? He didn’t want her. Get over it, Serena.
…
Her living room was filled with the faint smell of roses, and when she looked towards the vase, she saw her yellow roses wilting in the vase.
Some fucking maid she had.
Fuck her.
She picked up her phone and dialed Eric’s number.
“You’ve reached Eric. Leave one.”
She slammed the phone down and put her hand against her forehead. This was fucking annoying. She needed someone to talk to and no one was around to listen. She finally felt the sting of tears behind her eye lids.
Fuck Eric, Fuck Chuck, Fuck ‘em all.
…
Chuck peered into the flower shop and saw a dozen yellow roses sitting by the window. He sighed some. Pussy.
He went inside and bought twelve yellow roses and walked towards Serena’s room. He was a fucking idiot, wasn’t he?
…
The knock on her door was loud and frustrated. She hadn’t heard it while she was in the shower, she supposed. She opened the door slowly and the first thing she saw was a glob of yellow in her face.
“Roses?” she muttered. “Original.”
He stepped forward, between the door and the frame. “Listen, S. I’m sorry.”
She quirked a brow. “That’s a new one for you, where’d you get lessons for that?”
He sighed. “Serena, I mean it.”
“Mm.” she muttered glancing down at her feet. The sincerity in his voice was almost convincing. “Whatever, Chuck.”
He huffed. “I shouldn’t even be the one apologizing, Serena!”
She rolled her eyes and looked at him. “Well let me know how you really fucking feel then.” She muttered before slamming the door in his face.
Why did her heart continue to break?