Drabbles
Well, I actually have not been too inspired to write, which is good since it's my final couple weeks of school and I need to focus on hw. Unfortunately, I have also been unable to motivate myself for that earlier. *sighs* So, a couple ideas popped into my head last night for fics. Heh. I'll probably eventually post them as 'Book of Beginnings' previews, but I just wanted to write some little snippets, instead of those long previews I put on ff.net. If it was longer, I'd definitely just post it on fanfiction...maybe. Maybe not right away considering...well, whatever. Here they are.
#1-Pre-S1 DV (Dan's POV)
#2-CBfuture-Blair divorced Chuck a few years back but a chance run-in with her daughter's
friend's family, and Blair's life is rocked off balance again.
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#1
She's so beautiful, and I just want to tell her how I feel. I've known for years but I've never attempted anything. She's my best friend. We do everything together, and I don't want to ruin that.
"So Humphrey, what shall we do today? A movie?" she quirks her head in my direction as she plops down on the bed beside me. She has a ziplock baggie of cut up carrots with her that she holds out willingly as she crunches down on one in her other hand. I'm smiling at her, and I hope she can't see the meaning behind it, but she's my best friend and if she knows me as well as we both think she does, then she should be able to tell. Then again, this feeling has only gradually escalated over the years. It might be harder to miss.
"Dan," she says seriously, trying to get my attention. My eyes snap to hers then and she shakes her head, laughing. She has a head full of curls that I've always admired, but when she lets those cute giggles slip out and shakes her head, a few curls from the far side of her face tumble down in front of her. She always bites her lip then and quickly pushes them back into place. Just like she's doing now. One of these days I'm going to tuck them behind her ear when she's not looking.
"Sure," I say, and she rolls her eyes. Somehow I've missed something.
"You positive?" she asks.
"Yeah..." I say, my eyebrows furrowing. I've definitely missed something.
She sighs briefly and stands to her feet, bag of carrots in hand and what I have just now come to realize is a small container of Ranch dip that she had sitting on the end table behind her. Deception.
"'Cause it looks like you'd rather just stay here and daydream about Serena VanderWoodsen all day," she snickers, holding out her hand to me so that we'll both be standing together.
I scoff, taking the hand and stealing the carrots when I reach her. She mock-gapes and I walk past her, heading to exit my bedroom door. "I resent that," I say, and I do. It's true that I only just got back from Serena's birthday party two weeks ago, and I'm still captivated by her kiddish laugh, long sunny hair, and glowing personality. From that moment on she became my fantasy, my dream girl, the untouchable princess. She's even inspired me to start writing again, something I thought I had near abandoned a month ago. I just didn't want Vanessa to know and understand all this, but I should've known better.
She's my best friend.
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#2
"Tiffany Waldorf, the limo is here!"
"I'm coming, mom!" she stomps down the stairs. Blair is standing there, arched eyebrow and crossed arms when her twelve year old daughter reaches the base of the steps. The girl is still huffing when her deep brown eyes smooth over to look up into her mother's. "What?" she asks, mirroring her mother's posture.
Blair shakes her head and lets an arm fall to the side. "It's not good to be late to school, especially on the first day." Tiffany rolls her eyes as she allows her mother to push her towards the elevator. Blair chooses to ignore the action. Her daughter is far more blunt with her than she ever was with Eleanor, but she takes this as a good sign, since she herself could not always be so blunt with her mother. Her mother was hardly ever open with her appreciation of her - especially in appearance - throughout most of her adolescent years.
"Good-bye, dear." The elevator door dings and the big fake smile on her daughter's face as the shaft lowers warms her heart. She's 100% Blair Waldorf, and it makes her proud that someone as classy and commanding as herself will be in high school in a few years. Of course she'll be queen too. What girl wouldn't want that?
"Dorota," she yawns, turning around and heading for the kitchen.
"Miss Blair," the maid scurries towards her, mail in hand. "You forgot to look at your mail yesterday." She nods, smiling a bit, like she's actually helping.
"Thank-you, Dorota," Blair smiles, and when she says nothing else, the maid turns away and returns to the dining room where she was previously dusting. Blair rolls her eyes. She saw the mail yesterday. She just chose not to open it. And that was exactly what she was going to do today. Except this time she would hide the mail in a place Dorota wouldn't find it. She simply adored the maid and had been more than thrilled when Eleanor had given her over officially after she graduated from NYU. But sometimes she couldn't read in between the lines, and she really needed her to this time.
"Miss Blair, phone for you!" she hears her call out from the dining room. Blair rolls her eyes. Her life suddenly feels so full and busy and all she's done is hide yesterday's mail and bid her daughter farewell on her first day in seventh grade. Once she's gotten to the far room, her composure is almost covering up her reborn anxiety. She raises her eyebrows to her maid in order to discover the identity of the caller.
"He says it's an emergency," Dorota whispers.
Immediately Blair's eyes darken and her eyebrows narrow. "Who?" she asks. She can only think of one he that would call her right now, even if there are plenty of men she's known since high school and others she's been introduced to through society.
Her maid swallows hard, she knows, and it only makes her temper begin to boil. How dare he call her here?! Or period!
"M-Mr. Carnelugan??" the troubled woman offers. Blair's face visibly smooths over and her anger over a quite rare possibility diminishes. It's just the principal of Tiffany's school. She sighs.
"I'll take it. Thank-you, Dorota."
She nods rapidly, hands the phone over, and scampers off into another room that no doubt needs dusting. Blair doesn't know what the principal could probably need to call for. Even if Tiffany was late - which she better not have been - he surely wouldn't have had to call for that.
"Mr. Carnelugan, how is it that I have the pleasure of greeting you this morning?" she flirts innocently.
Flattery never hurts the weak-minded.
"Mrs. B--"
She clears her throat loudy, forcing her self to regain her breathing again.
"Mr. Carnelugan, I would appreciate if you called me--"
"Ms. Waldorf, right, I am sorry."
She nods curtly, as if he can see her.
"What was it you needed, principal?" Flirting is abandoned once his name is almost spoken. Getting this phone call over with is suddenly now the first thing on Blair Waldorf's to-do list.
He has paused to gather his thoughts, but she had needed to gather hers so it is excused.
"I just thought I'd let you know, since you've been so insistent on preventing anything regarding..."
She raises her eyebrows, daring him to finish that sentence over the phone.
"...that subject matter," he finishes.
She smirks then, deciding this man may have some brain cells after all. He is the principal of the most prestigious middle school on the Upper East Side, so she supposes she must not forget that as well. She's just seen him in person and cannot understand what got him there, decided it was his big pocket book and nothing else.
"What about it?" she asks nonchalantly.
"Well, he's enrolled a young girl the same age as Tiffany into the school."
Her lips part.
"And he's head of the parent's committe..."
"What?!"
Control? Gone.
"I am sorry, Ms. Waldorf, but he is donating the most money to the school currently, and his wife's--"
"Current wife's..." she mutters, clarifying the incorrect label.
"Beg your pardon?"
"His wife's?"
He sighs, knowing he's irritated her, but having learned from the past to not push it.
"All of her cousins, siblings, and even parents - at least in the state - have attended here, and donated money."
She rolls her eyes. "If money is the issue, I'm more than welcome to--"
"Please Ms. Waldorf, I've made up my mind. I just thought I'd inform you, since you said you wanted to be part of the parent's committee."
She's boiling again.
"Miss Waldorf?"
Click.
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So, those were a couple ideas I had. Heh. The first one, because DV has always intrigued me, but when they were first presented I was a die-hard DS fan and so hardly let myself contemplate Dan & Vanessa. But now that they're bound to become official on the show, I want to really love them, because their story really does look like this perfect inevitable thing. I just can't seem to get in that deep, so I figure writing their backstory would help. ;)
The #2 idea was because I've always enjoyed reading those future CB fics where they got separated or divorced and then came back together, especially when there's a child involved. Heh. Plus, Tiffany Waldorf was just a name that randomly got stuck in my head the other day, and I wanted to try and figure out how I could use that. XD
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-Lauren