GG Moment
So it's been about a million years since I last wrote any fan fiction, but I got bored yesterday, so decided to start something. Only, unlike all my other stuff, this isn't football, but Gossip Girl. (Also, I will admit that since it's been so long since I wrote any prose, I'm a little scared I've forgotten how. It's all been poetry and drama for me lately.)
Title: Never Cross The Finishing Line
Author: robinrocks11
Chapter: One!
Rating: PG
Characters: Blair, Serena, Chuck (and a tiny mention of Dan)
Summary: Carries off from the end of season 2. Therefore, if (like me) you haven't seen 2x25 yet, you may be at risk at coming across some SPOILERS!!! (I personally found it impossible to avoid the spoilers, which explains how I know what I know about the end of season 2.) Blair and Chuck are on cloud nine, but there's still a niggling little doubt at the back of Blair's mind that tells her to watch out for "The Old Chuck". Kinda like how we're all meant to watch out for "The Old Serena".
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl. If I did, I would be rolling in cash right now, and probably not posting fic on LJ. I'm also not affiliated with the book or series in any way. Apart from watching the thing on TV, of course.
Three words. Eight letters.
Blair’s lips curled into a smile as her fingers slid over the phone keys, relishing every letter as it appeared on the screen. She loved how easy it was now, and wondered why she’d ever been so afraid to say it out loud. She loved how the words sat beneath his name, directly attached to him.
To: Chuck. Message: I love you.
She pressed send, and snapped the phone shut.
“You are so cute,” Serena remarked, shaking her head at Blair from across the table. “You must’ve sent that same message fifteen times already this morning.”
“Message?” Blair feigned innocence. “What message?”
Serena cocked an eyebrow, and in the brief silence that passed between them, only one sound occupied the air: Blair’s phone beeping into life. Serena snatched it up off the table before her pink-cheeked friend got a chance. She glanced at the screen, before smugly holding it up for Blair to see.
From: Chuck. Message: I love you too.
Blair sank a little into her seat, the weight of her bliss making it almost impossible to keep upright.
“As if you didn’t know,” Serena smirked, scrolling through the last twenty-odd messages on Blair’s phone. They were all from the same person, and all completely identical. “B, you’re wearing out the phrase. There’s more cheese in here than there is a collection of Barry Manilow’s greatest hits.”
“That,” Blair said, reaching forward and snatching her phone out of Serena’s hands, “is none of your business. Besides, Chuck owes me. Do you know how long I waited for him to tell me he loves me? A year. An entire year, S. 365 days. And if you average that out as five I-love-yous a day, that’s a deficit of 1,825 I-love-yous that he owes me. And he’s not resting until I’ve received each and every one of them.”
“One thousand and what?”
“I worked it out last night while Chuck was in the shower,” Blair shrugged. “I was bored. It’s the only place he doesn’t take his phone.”
Serena made a face. She was happy for her friend, she really was. But thinking about Chuck Bass in the shower made her cringe slightly. Not that he was hideously deformed in any way, or had giant boils showering his body underneath his clothes, but because, to her, he’d always been Chuck Bass: the guy who’d spent their entire adolescence walking behind her just so he could stare at her butt. Still, she had to admit that for the last couple of months, he’d become oddly bearable. The fact that Blair now often turned to Chuck in moments of crisis, rather than solely Serena, certainly helped brighten the very dim halo over his head.
Blair’s phone went off again, and this time, Serena left it, resigned to the fact that her best friend was going through a phase of mushiness right now. To her surprise, though, reading the message only made Blair’s face fall.
“Oh.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Blair looked up and smiled, but her eyes didn’t really match her mouth. “Well, Chuck cancelled on tonight.” She shrugged, as if it didn’t matter, but Serena had seen that look before.
“Did he say why?”
“Just that something’s come up. He wants to meet for lunch instead.”
“Oh, well that’s alright, isn’t it?” Serena brightened up in her usual perky manner - the one that particularly annoyed Blair, because usually she used it when there was nothing to be perky about.
“Is it?” Blair practically spat. She scraped her chair back from her table and called to Dorota. “Bring me my headbands. I need one that says you don’t know what you’re missing out on.”
“B, what happened to no more games?” Serena, forever the voice of reason, prompted gently. “Come on, he’s meeting you for lunch. This thing tonight is probably going to be boring, anyway. Just a bunch of our parents’ friends asking us about college and trying to pretend that their kids don’t read gossip girl and that they hadn’t heard about our recent run-ins with the law and ex-boyfriends having sex with their stepmothers.”
“Thanks for reminding me.” Blair sulked. “It’s just that tonight was supposed to be...” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink.
“What?”
Blair shook her head. “He said something the other night, about wanting to ask me something. Then he kinda chickened out at the last minute. You know how he gets. I kinda thought he might work up the courage tonight. Him and me, up on the balcony. Like when I first found out he really liked me...”
Serena blinked. “When you say he wanted to ask you something, you don’t mean...” She gesticulated confusedly with her hands. “Do you?”
Dorota re-entered the room with a platter of headbands, which she offered to Blair as you would offer a glass of champagne. “I like the red one, Miss Blair.”
“The red one’s a little too deliberate for my taste,” Blair commented, her fingers skimming the assortment of fabric-coated mind games.
“If you’ve learnt anything these past couple of months, Blair,” Serena said, practically hovering over her shoulder like the good angel, “then it’s that you don’t get anywhere with Chuck Bass by playing with him. He’s too insecure to make the first step.”
“No offence, S,” Blair cut in, “but you’re not really one to be handing out relationship advice. You’ve broken up with Humphrey more times than the women of Wysteria Lane have had botox.” She turned back to Dorota. “Leave them in my room. This is a decision that will require careful consideration.”
“Yes, Miss Blair.” Dorota nodded, and scurried off with the platter of headbands.
Serena stood, her arms folded, her angelic beam now transformed into a warning look perfected from years of attending lectures given by her mother. “I’m just looking out for you, Blair, I promise. I just don’t see why one little cancellation has you back trying to win some game, after everything you’ve been through with him.”
“Because,” Blair responded curtly, “it was exactly the same last year. Everything was perfect, and then he went and ditched me for some - some... thing. What’s to stop him from doing it again? How do I know he’s not always going to be that guy who hurts me time and time again, and then, when I ask him why, for him to turn around and say, ‘I’m Chuck Bass’?” She straightened up, and looked Serena hard in the eye. “Trust me on this one. I’ll see you tonight. With Chuck.”
Title: Never Cross The Finishing Line
Author: robinrocks11
Chapter: One!
Rating: PG
Characters: Blair, Serena, Chuck (and a tiny mention of Dan)
Summary: Carries off from the end of season 2. Therefore, if (like me) you haven't seen 2x25 yet, you may be at risk at coming across some SPOILERS!!! (I personally found it impossible to avoid the spoilers, which explains how I know what I know about the end of season 2.) Blair and Chuck are on cloud nine, but there's still a niggling little doubt at the back of Blair's mind that tells her to watch out for "The Old Chuck". Kinda like how we're all meant to watch out for "The Old Serena".
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl. If I did, I would be rolling in cash right now, and probably not posting fic on LJ. I'm also not affiliated with the book or series in any way. Apart from watching the thing on TV, of course.
Three words. Eight letters.
Blair’s lips curled into a smile as her fingers slid over the phone keys, relishing every letter as it appeared on the screen. She loved how easy it was now, and wondered why she’d ever been so afraid to say it out loud. She loved how the words sat beneath his name, directly attached to him.
To: Chuck. Message: I love you.
She pressed send, and snapped the phone shut.
“You are so cute,” Serena remarked, shaking her head at Blair from across the table. “You must’ve sent that same message fifteen times already this morning.”
“Message?” Blair feigned innocence. “What message?”
Serena cocked an eyebrow, and in the brief silence that passed between them, only one sound occupied the air: Blair’s phone beeping into life. Serena snatched it up off the table before her pink-cheeked friend got a chance. She glanced at the screen, before smugly holding it up for Blair to see.
From: Chuck. Message: I love you too.
Blair sank a little into her seat, the weight of her bliss making it almost impossible to keep upright.
“As if you didn’t know,” Serena smirked, scrolling through the last twenty-odd messages on Blair’s phone. They were all from the same person, and all completely identical. “B, you’re wearing out the phrase. There’s more cheese in here than there is a collection of Barry Manilow’s greatest hits.”
“That,” Blair said, reaching forward and snatching her phone out of Serena’s hands, “is none of your business. Besides, Chuck owes me. Do you know how long I waited for him to tell me he loves me? A year. An entire year, S. 365 days. And if you average that out as five I-love-yous a day, that’s a deficit of 1,825 I-love-yous that he owes me. And he’s not resting until I’ve received each and every one of them.”
“One thousand and what?”
“I worked it out last night while Chuck was in the shower,” Blair shrugged. “I was bored. It’s the only place he doesn’t take his phone.”
Serena made a face. She was happy for her friend, she really was. But thinking about Chuck Bass in the shower made her cringe slightly. Not that he was hideously deformed in any way, or had giant boils showering his body underneath his clothes, but because, to her, he’d always been Chuck Bass: the guy who’d spent their entire adolescence walking behind her just so he could stare at her butt. Still, she had to admit that for the last couple of months, he’d become oddly bearable. The fact that Blair now often turned to Chuck in moments of crisis, rather than solely Serena, certainly helped brighten the very dim halo over his head.
Blair’s phone went off again, and this time, Serena left it, resigned to the fact that her best friend was going through a phase of mushiness right now. To her surprise, though, reading the message only made Blair’s face fall.
“Oh.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Blair looked up and smiled, but her eyes didn’t really match her mouth. “Well, Chuck cancelled on tonight.” She shrugged, as if it didn’t matter, but Serena had seen that look before.
“Did he say why?”
“Just that something’s come up. He wants to meet for lunch instead.”
“Oh, well that’s alright, isn’t it?” Serena brightened up in her usual perky manner - the one that particularly annoyed Blair, because usually she used it when there was nothing to be perky about.
“Is it?” Blair practically spat. She scraped her chair back from her table and called to Dorota. “Bring me my headbands. I need one that says you don’t know what you’re missing out on.”
“B, what happened to no more games?” Serena, forever the voice of reason, prompted gently. “Come on, he’s meeting you for lunch. This thing tonight is probably going to be boring, anyway. Just a bunch of our parents’ friends asking us about college and trying to pretend that their kids don’t read gossip girl and that they hadn’t heard about our recent run-ins with the law and ex-boyfriends having sex with their stepmothers.”
“Thanks for reminding me.” Blair sulked. “It’s just that tonight was supposed to be...” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink.
“What?”
Blair shook her head. “He said something the other night, about wanting to ask me something. Then he kinda chickened out at the last minute. You know how he gets. I kinda thought he might work up the courage tonight. Him and me, up on the balcony. Like when I first found out he really liked me...”
Serena blinked. “When you say he wanted to ask you something, you don’t mean...” She gesticulated confusedly with her hands. “Do you?”
Dorota re-entered the room with a platter of headbands, which she offered to Blair as you would offer a glass of champagne. “I like the red one, Miss Blair.”
“The red one’s a little too deliberate for my taste,” Blair commented, her fingers skimming the assortment of fabric-coated mind games.
“If you’ve learnt anything these past couple of months, Blair,” Serena said, practically hovering over her shoulder like the good angel, “then it’s that you don’t get anywhere with Chuck Bass by playing with him. He’s too insecure to make the first step.”
“No offence, S,” Blair cut in, “but you’re not really one to be handing out relationship advice. You’ve broken up with Humphrey more times than the women of Wysteria Lane have had botox.” She turned back to Dorota. “Leave them in my room. This is a decision that will require careful consideration.”
“Yes, Miss Blair.” Dorota nodded, and scurried off with the platter of headbands.
Serena stood, her arms folded, her angelic beam now transformed into a warning look perfected from years of attending lectures given by her mother. “I’m just looking out for you, Blair, I promise. I just don’t see why one little cancellation has you back trying to win some game, after everything you’ve been through with him.”
“Because,” Blair responded curtly, “it was exactly the same last year. Everything was perfect, and then he went and ditched me for some - some... thing. What’s to stop him from doing it again? How do I know he’s not always going to be that guy who hurts me time and time again, and then, when I ask him why, for him to turn around and say, ‘I’m Chuck Bass’?” She straightened up, and looked Serena hard in the eye. “Trust me on this one. I’ll see you tonight. With Chuck.”