Golden Locks, Champagne, and Silver Smiles
Golden Locks, Champagne, and Silver Smiles
By: Megan
Chapter 4: The Goodbye Scene
Serena would remember that day if she lived for 100 years. That one Sunday evening when every minute played in agonizing slow motion. Every moment, every second counted. She had jumped into a taxi on 35’th, and when it nearly took an hour to get to the main terminal at the New York Central Airport alone, Serena rummaged through her purse, tipping the surprised driver an 100 dollar bill telling him to stop the car in the middle of a busy street lined with cars and bustling with traffic and smoke.
“Well, good day to you to miss!”
She could hear the cab driver’s voice let out ecstatically and thankfully as she exited the car, running through the streets in her Prada heels. She knew she wouldn’t get there in time, so as she ran Serena took of her left shoe, than another, running in her stocking bare feet until she reached the entrance to the airport. Serena tried cutting through the endless army of travelers, passing baggage claim, and looking at the board listing the flights departing.
“London. Leaving at 7:30 p.m.”
Serena could her the animated and sickenly sweet voice on the intercom pronounce loudly. All those months she had struggled with it, Carter’s persistence in pursuing her, and never did she think it would amount to this. She loved him, and for the first time in her entire life she knew that someone truly saw her as herself, for who she really was. The wild party girl and the kind-hearted vulnerable woman. And her father was a large component of why she was that way. To extremes, two entirely different personalities, seemingly conjoined, stuck at a stasis, in a rut. As Serena always seemed to be. But Carter served as a bridge between that small gap, had always been intrinsically linked to her and her father or, rather, the allusion of him. Which is why Serena was surprised that she hadn’t recognized it before, the undying and childish affection for Carter, and the love that had now become so apparent that it broke her.
And then Serena saw the shock of black-hair about twenty feet in front of her, at security. She could see the blue eyes were glazed, and the mischievous grin was gone, but it was Carter. She had found him.
“Carter!”
Serena shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to make him hear her. But he didn’t, and as he passed through the monitors, showing his boarding pass to one of the officers, Serena was reminded of one of those melodramatic scenes from one of those old movies. The music swelled, everything played in slow motion, someone cried and… no. She wouldn’t let it be.
“Carter!”
The sound came out, but everything had transformed into on magnificent blur, Serena wasn’t sure if the words had actually escaped her lips. And he was gone. The tears were flowing freely then. And Serena came crashing into the reality.
That it was a melodramatic scene from an old movie. The music swelled, everything played in slow motion, she was crying and, well, it was the goodbye scene.
Blair Waldorf didn’t know if she was ready to admit it just yet, but she had never been happier in her entire life.
“Good morning,” her boyfriend said as he opened his eyes, clearing his throat with a raspy, tiny cough. Chuck Bass- Blair Waldorf’s boyfriend.
“Morning, how did you sleep?”
“Alright.”
Blair cupped his cheek with her hand.
“How did you know I was awake?”
“I could always sense it, but…” Chuck took her hand away from his cheek and kissed it. “I notice more things now.”
Blair stifled a girlish giggle from erupting from her lips, always now curved into a permanent smile of ecstatic bliss. She burrowed her face closer to Chuck’s, rubbing her button nose with his.
“You have a cough, you think you should check that out?”
“But I thought you liked being nurse to me.”
“Don’t confuse my sexual fantasies with yours.”
Chuck grinned and Blair gave peck on the lips and then on the cheek, feeling the rough fuzz from them tickle her lips.
“You need to shave.”
Chuck buried his head under the pillow and groaned.
“But, not now. Five more minutes! I have this Monday of, after all.”
“You’re getting up now!”
Blair pulled the covers of the bed, putting on her robe and heading to the washroom.
“I’m going to get you a razor.”
As she looked through the stacks of business papers and the piles of bills on the bathroom counter (organization was not one of Chuck’s strong suits yet) Blair found her cell phone vibrating on the marble counter-top with the ever scandal evoking Gossip Girl text.
GG
“Hello, Gossip Girl here. Looks like our dear B’s happy honeymoon bliss with C is going to be put to a swift end, as it appears Eleanor Waldorf has made her way back from Paris and Fashion Week with her newest (and stoutest) accessory, her own husband, Cyrus Rose. Well, I guess a new relationship never really is cemented in stone without the good old ‘meet the parents.’ Oh, I think I’m ready to have my vodka martini on the rocks.
XOXO Gossip Girl
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By: Megan
Chapter 4: The Goodbye Scene
Serena would remember that day if she lived for 100 years. That one Sunday evening when every minute played in agonizing slow motion. Every moment, every second counted. She had jumped into a taxi on 35’th, and when it nearly took an hour to get to the main terminal at the New York Central Airport alone, Serena rummaged through her purse, tipping the surprised driver an 100 dollar bill telling him to stop the car in the middle of a busy street lined with cars and bustling with traffic and smoke.
“Well, good day to you to miss!”
She could hear the cab driver’s voice let out ecstatically and thankfully as she exited the car, running through the streets in her Prada heels. She knew she wouldn’t get there in time, so as she ran Serena took of her left shoe, than another, running in her stocking bare feet until she reached the entrance to the airport. Serena tried cutting through the endless army of travelers, passing baggage claim, and looking at the board listing the flights departing.
“London. Leaving at 7:30 p.m.”
Serena could her the animated and sickenly sweet voice on the intercom pronounce loudly. All those months she had struggled with it, Carter’s persistence in pursuing her, and never did she think it would amount to this. She loved him, and for the first time in her entire life she knew that someone truly saw her as herself, for who she really was. The wild party girl and the kind-hearted vulnerable woman. And her father was a large component of why she was that way. To extremes, two entirely different personalities, seemingly conjoined, stuck at a stasis, in a rut. As Serena always seemed to be. But Carter served as a bridge between that small gap, had always been intrinsically linked to her and her father or, rather, the allusion of him. Which is why Serena was surprised that she hadn’t recognized it before, the undying and childish affection for Carter, and the love that had now become so apparent that it broke her.
And then Serena saw the shock of black-hair about twenty feet in front of her, at security. She could see the blue eyes were glazed, and the mischievous grin was gone, but it was Carter. She had found him.
“Carter!”
Serena shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to make him hear her. But he didn’t, and as he passed through the monitors, showing his boarding pass to one of the officers, Serena was reminded of one of those melodramatic scenes from one of those old movies. The music swelled, everything played in slow motion, someone cried and… no. She wouldn’t let it be.
“Carter!”
The sound came out, but everything had transformed into on magnificent blur, Serena wasn’t sure if the words had actually escaped her lips. And he was gone. The tears were flowing freely then. And Serena came crashing into the reality.
That it was a melodramatic scene from an old movie. The music swelled, everything played in slow motion, she was crying and, well, it was the goodbye scene.
Blair Waldorf didn’t know if she was ready to admit it just yet, but she had never been happier in her entire life.
“Good morning,” her boyfriend said as he opened his eyes, clearing his throat with a raspy, tiny cough. Chuck Bass- Blair Waldorf’s boyfriend.
“Morning, how did you sleep?”
“Alright.”
Blair cupped his cheek with her hand.
“How did you know I was awake?”
“I could always sense it, but…” Chuck took her hand away from his cheek and kissed it. “I notice more things now.”
Blair stifled a girlish giggle from erupting from her lips, always now curved into a permanent smile of ecstatic bliss. She burrowed her face closer to Chuck’s, rubbing her button nose with his.
“You have a cough, you think you should check that out?”
“But I thought you liked being nurse to me.”
“Don’t confuse my sexual fantasies with yours.”
Chuck grinned and Blair gave peck on the lips and then on the cheek, feeling the rough fuzz from them tickle her lips.
“You need to shave.”
Chuck buried his head under the pillow and groaned.
“But, not now. Five more minutes! I have this Monday of, after all.”
“You’re getting up now!”
Blair pulled the covers of the bed, putting on her robe and heading to the washroom.
“I’m going to get you a razor.”
As she looked through the stacks of business papers and the piles of bills on the bathroom counter (organization was not one of Chuck’s strong suits yet) Blair found her cell phone vibrating on the marble counter-top with the ever scandal evoking Gossip Girl text.
GG
“Hello, Gossip Girl here. Looks like our dear B’s happy honeymoon bliss with C is going to be put to a swift end, as it appears Eleanor Waldorf has made her way back from Paris and Fashion Week with her newest (and stoutest) accessory, her own husband, Cyrus Rose. Well, I guess a new relationship never really is cemented in stone without the good old ‘meet the parents.’ Oh, I think I’m ready to have my vodka martini on the rocks.
XOXO Gossip Girl
So what did you think? Any suggestions or constructive criticism? Or did you just enjoy the chapter? Post in the comments! :)