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[filmstarbeauty]

The clothes have a way of making the girl. Having picked up a pair of cute yellow heels from the clothes box she was partially attempting to break them in. These shoes were definitely worth the effort, even if she probably had a few gray hairs from the whole thing but that wasn't the point

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[quileutejacob]

Jacob had always been a sucker for a damsel in distress and this was no exception. He didn't have an umbrella, but he did have the foresight to grab one of the bigger palm fronds from a nearby tree and hold it over her head.

"It won't hold it for long but if you can run we can get inside."

[filmstarbeauty]

Blair would argue until she was blue in the face that she was no one's damsel in distress unless she wanted to be. Which she didn't, because the Hepburns wouldn't hear of it. At least if they knew.

Better judgement aside she let a small smile slip onto her face. He was cute and he was acting the gentleman. Tucking damp hair behind her ear she bent down to slide her heels off her feet. "Thanks. Now I can actually run without ruining them."

[quileutejacob]

"I don't know a lot about shoes, but I guess you probably would ruin those if you ran in them," Jacob said, giving her a big grin. "I'm Jacob by the way."

[filmstarbeauty]

"In this weather on this this terrain? That probably is a definitely," she corrected, not as sharply as she might have before but with the same lack of thought. It wasn't until a half second later that it occurred to Blair that perhaps this foolish boy hadn't meant anything by it.

They never really did. "Blair. The fronds are a nice touch."

[quileutejacob]

"I always like to help a lady in need," Jacob said, letting the sharp tone wash off. It might not have been intentional. "And you look like you could use it."

[filmstarbeauty]

"How chivalrous of you."

Chivalry might be dead outside of certain circles of the Upper East Side and half of Europe, but it comforted her to know that it was still alive and kicking here. At least amongst some people.

Giving him a genuine smile, she ran her fingers through her hair. "I do. I did, I mean, before you showed up."

[quileutejacob]

"Of course," Jacob said, flashing her a smile. "Anytime. Just say the word. Of course, I only help pretty girls, so I'm not really that chivalrous."

[filmstarbeauty]

"Awh. Then I guess that I am just lucky enough to make it in under the wire."

On an island of beauty queens and famous faces Blair was only the good grace of her sponsor away from drowning her sorrows in food and booze. Fortunately she had the dignity to not go down that path.

[quileutejacob]

"Well above the wire," Jacob said with a grin. "I don't think you need me telling you that you're gorgeous."

It'd been Jacob's experience that girls as pretty as she was didn't usually need to be told.

[filmstarbeauty]

Her life had been in comparison to someone. She was pretty but never stunning, gorgeous or any other adjective like that. Those were Serena words and as long as she had her as a friend, she would always be in her shadow.

But it wasn't terrible. Not all the time. Dismissing those thoughts, she shrugged slightly. "Maybe, that doesn't mean I don't like hearing it."

[quileutejacob]

"Then you're gorgeous," Jacob said firmly. "And let's get out of this rain so you don't melt. Girls like you are all made out of sugar, right?"

[filmstarbeauty]

Blushing despite herself, Blair laughed quietly despite herself. It was nice, she couldn't deny that.

"And spice and everything nice. Just like boys are made of snails and puppy dog tails," Blair replied with a nod, taking a step towards the compound.

[quileutejacob]

"Yup. That's pretty much the way it works," Jacob agreed, laughing a little and trying to usher her out of the rain. "You know, for a tropical island, it doesn't rain all that much. Wonder why that is?"

[filmstarbeauty]

"Depends on your definition of much."

Blair's definition was obviously different from this guy's. Hers included exactly this amount probably a little less. Trying to keep upbeat, she shrugged.

"Magic, maybe."

[quileutejacob]

"Maybe. I'm from the Pacific Northwest. Rain is practically sunshine for me," Jacob admitted, shaking his head a little. "I think I've got a warped sense of what's normal. But you, you seem pretty normal."