A/N: Yes, I should know better than to start another story, and that is not ENTIRELY what I’m doing here, but it is in essence another story, and for that I must temporarily be ashamed at my lack of organization. ;p I just have SO many ideas, and so this story is put in place to have the beginnings of them…so that when I finally have finished my FOUR CB stories as of right now, I will have my little “book” of ideas to get from and continue writing fabulous stories! Hehe. I’ll even let you guys choose from this selection and vote, when necessary on which of these oneshots you would like me to continue with! ;p And yes, I am still working on ‘So What If I’m Jealous’. I am simply writing out the outline for it first and then I will go back and write the chapters….I should be done with that soon, so no worries. ;)
*Again, this story’s chapters are NOT connected in any way. They are all separate oneshots of the ideas scrambling around in my head….that I will ALL continue eventually. I just had to get them written down, or I was going to explode! LOL. XD
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Idea 1 (PROVE IT)-Set in 1x18. What if Blair was not so quick to forgive Chuck during the Van der Bass wedding reception? What if the ‘true love’ speech was not enough? (This is just a preview….not necessarily the first chapter, but a snippet that was inspiring to me ;p)
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She watched him across the room. He seemed so enraptured in the new Mr. and Mrs. Bass dance elegantly before him. It gave her a sight she had not seen to much in her life. Chuck Bass, the softie. In fact, she had only really seen it with her, and on occasion with Nate and Serena. He had been a big help getting read of Whoregina just earlier that morning and last night. It had felt good to have him hanging around her again. Almost like a part of her was restored. A part that nearly disappeared forever during her pregnancy/France escape scare. Even when she had gone back to Nate and had to witness Chuck’s wounded face as he looked on, witty banter was still evident in their daily relationships.
How it all came to the surface again, she would never know. But almost in the blink of an eye, her own butterflies had bubbled up in her stomach, threatening to pour out of her mouth. Maybe it was that wide grin of his she witnessed after she kicked her pointy-toed shoes in his shin that morning. Maybe it was the way he looked at her across the room, creating a pause in his speech. Or how deliberately his attention was focused on hers, practically paralleling their relationship to that of Bart and Lily. He hardly took his eyes off of her. And from the moment he cleared his throat and raised his wine glass, the very idea of getting Nate back had vanished.
She remembered. She remembered how it felt to be alive. Attractive. Wanted. Needed. All the time. And always it was by the eyes of Chuck Bass. From the moment she called him and he accused her of drunk dialing. No even before then…before the mess with Serena…when she passed by him in the school courtyard and their yellows and oranges matched. She was pissed at him and turned away snidely, but she would be lying if she didn’t feel a twinge of jealous for the blonde that made him stop before he made his way past her. There would always be someone else, or several other someone else’s. And even if that wasn’t an issue, if he actually settled down and committed to her….there would always be those manipulations, his overbearing possessiveness, and he would hurt her, just like….
Their eyes met.
In the midst of her thoughts, she was stolen away by that deep brown intense gaze of his, and almost subconsciously she stood up from her seat and walked over to him. He swaying pink dress came to a stop when she halted before him.
“That was quite a speech,” her words slid off her tongue easily, and she hardly knew what had gotten a hold of her. “All that hard work must’ve paid off.”
His smirk got the best of her, and she found herself allowing his to take her by the hand and waist, and glide onto the dance floor, regardless of her threats from before. “That wasn’t what I wrote,” he began, “I was inspired in the moment.”
Blair’s eyebrows rose at this in amusement, and she barely noticed how his lips pursed, almost like he was preparing an ultimate confession. She remained silent though, and tried her best to stifle laughter for how sentimental he had suddenly gotten. She blinked mockingly.
“Look I know I said a lot of horrible things…”
She became serious, and closed her eyes for a moment. All his awful words at the bar washing over her. Nate leaving her. Serena unable to take what she had to dish out. Dethroned at school. But none of it was as bad as Chuck Bass’s ‘I don’t want you anymore’ speech.
“Even for me,” he finished.
Her playful mood returned, unwilling to let him see how bad he had hurt her. “You mean, blogging to gossip girl about our sex life,” her nose scrunched.
His smirk widened. She talked so lightly about it, like it was any old thing, when he knew it was anything but.
“…and comparing me to your dad’s sweaty old horse?” she looked on proudly and with complete poise, feeling she had won.
Bass was unmoved, well except in her direction that is. He moved closer to her so that there was only a mere few inches seperating the two of them from each other.
“What’s your point?” he asked. And he could tell the exact moment her breath hitched in her throat. If he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve thought she gulped before she said her next wordss.
“What’s yours?”
He had her.
Guard down.
Willing and open.
This was his chance.
“You don’t belong with Nate,” he spoke so matter-of-factly. But it was soft, and gentle.
She blinked slowly, taking in his every word. Mesmerized again by his pools of warmth.
He brought his face as close to hers as he could manage without pressing his lips against her own. Their noses grazing, as his final words came undone. “Never have, Never will.”
I love you, Nate Archibald. Always have, always will.
What you said before? I love you too. Always have, always will.
Her every declaration for Nate. Her every thought regarding him and her love. She always said it. It seemed to be her single motto. Her one hope that he would devote himself entirely to her, and not Serena or any other skank again, not that she thought of Serena as a skank…though the words probably escaped her mouth once upon a time. Chuck washed that away all in a moment. There was no Nate. No cause for harsh language or rash actions. It was just him and her. It was Chuck and Blair. Them.
She could not steal her gaze away.
And it was quite possible…that she was in love with him.
She inhaled and exhaled smoothly.
“You don’t belong with anyone,” she almost whispered.
And that smirk. It leaned forward, and kissed her.
‘You look ravishing, if I were your man I wouldn’t need clues to find you.’
‘….on him, yes, but on me you’d be so much more.’
‘….just as friends…’
‘….you ruined my cotillion on purpose….’
‘this thing between us, it’s over…’
‘don’t you have someone else to torture?!’
‘….beautiful, delicate, and untouched’
‘I don’t want you anymore, and I can’t see why anyone else would.’
The thoughts drove her mad, threatened those month old tears to come raging down her face again. But he had apologized! Had voiced his reasons….he had been jealous. But was that really good enough? Was it enough? She hurt SO bad.
It sent chills through her bones.
Even if she had kind of deserved a little insult for running back to Nate…she hadn’t really known what she wanted. Hadn’t thought Chuck was that serious about her, after all.
But he was.
Or was he?
His lips left hers momentarily, to pass by her nose and reach the other side of her mouth.
Did he really think he could just kiss her, after a brief non-apology apology and everything would be okay? No! Maybe she didn’t belong with Nate, but she sure as hell didn’t belong with Chuck. He was a womanizer.
He didn’t commit.
Couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
Shouldn’t. Sigh. It wasn’t his nature. And who was she to change that?
Nate had hurt her ENOUGH. She wasn’t going to hang around for more of that torture.
Blair pulled away, though he was already looking at her, confused. She had been unresponsive after that first kiss.
“Blair…?” he asked.
She sighed, and shook her head. “I can’t believe I let you pull me in like this again.” She scoffed, dropping her hand from the midst of his neck hair. Her fingers instantly feeling cool and empty. She ignored it, and pulled away.
“You think you can just erase everything you did to me, by an indirect apology and a sloppy kiss?!”
His eyes narrowed.
“I’m done with you, Chuck. I wasn’t kidding before,” he grabbed her before she could turn away completely.
“Blair, wait! I didn’t mean—”
Dejavu. This was all too familiar.
She snapped out of his grip.
“No, Chuck. You don’t get to do this.”
His forehead creased. In concern. In panic.
“Y-You don’t get to just start over and expect me to forgive you, cause I don’t,” she was sputtering and she knew it. She was trying to hold back tears and he knew it. He had forgotten how easily she was wounded, how simple it was for her to hide behind the façade of absolute bitchiness. But it was all gone. Here she was. Completely, and in the flesh, humiliated by what he’d done to her. What he was still doing to her. While he had gotten Nate back, he had abandoned her. And she was certain it would not be the first time.
His face fell. Deeper than ever before. “Blair—”
“Don’t talk to me,” she forced out. She was done with his apologies. They meant nothing to her.
She stole one more watery gaze from him, before turning her back and leaving the ball room.
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A/N: This would probably be in the first chapter of this story, hope you liked this beginning, please review. ;p
*Again, this story’s chapters are NOT connected in any way. They are all separate oneshots of the ideas scrambling around in my head….that I will ALL continue eventually. I just had to get them written down, or I was going to explode! LOL. XD
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Idea 1 (PROVE IT)-Set in 1x18. What if Blair was not so quick to forgive Chuck during the Van der Bass wedding reception? What if the ‘true love’ speech was not enough? (This is just a preview….not necessarily the first chapter, but a snippet that was inspiring to me ;p)
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She watched him across the room. He seemed so enraptured in the new Mr. and Mrs. Bass dance elegantly before him. It gave her a sight she had not seen to much in her life. Chuck Bass, the softie. In fact, she had only really seen it with her, and on occasion with Nate and Serena. He had been a big help getting read of Whoregina just earlier that morning and last night. It had felt good to have him hanging around her again. Almost like a part of her was restored. A part that nearly disappeared forever during her pregnancy/France escape scare. Even when she had gone back to Nate and had to witness Chuck’s wounded face as he looked on, witty banter was still evident in their daily relationships.
How it all came to the surface again, she would never know. But almost in the blink of an eye, her own butterflies had bubbled up in her stomach, threatening to pour out of her mouth. Maybe it was that wide grin of his she witnessed after she kicked her pointy-toed shoes in his shin that morning. Maybe it was the way he looked at her across the room, creating a pause in his speech. Or how deliberately his attention was focused on hers, practically paralleling their relationship to that of Bart and Lily. He hardly took his eyes off of her. And from the moment he cleared his throat and raised his wine glass, the very idea of getting Nate back had vanished.
She remembered. She remembered how it felt to be alive. Attractive. Wanted. Needed. All the time. And always it was by the eyes of Chuck Bass. From the moment she called him and he accused her of drunk dialing. No even before then…before the mess with Serena…when she passed by him in the school courtyard and their yellows and oranges matched. She was pissed at him and turned away snidely, but she would be lying if she didn’t feel a twinge of jealous for the blonde that made him stop before he made his way past her. There would always be someone else, or several other someone else’s. And even if that wasn’t an issue, if he actually settled down and committed to her….there would always be those manipulations, his overbearing possessiveness, and he would hurt her, just like….
Their eyes met.
In the midst of her thoughts, she was stolen away by that deep brown intense gaze of his, and almost subconsciously she stood up from her seat and walked over to him. He swaying pink dress came to a stop when she halted before him.
“That was quite a speech,” her words slid off her tongue easily, and she hardly knew what had gotten a hold of her. “All that hard work must’ve paid off.”
His smirk got the best of her, and she found herself allowing his to take her by the hand and waist, and glide onto the dance floor, regardless of her threats from before. “That wasn’t what I wrote,” he began, “I was inspired in the moment.”
Blair’s eyebrows rose at this in amusement, and she barely noticed how his lips pursed, almost like he was preparing an ultimate confession. She remained silent though, and tried her best to stifle laughter for how sentimental he had suddenly gotten. She blinked mockingly.
“Look I know I said a lot of horrible things…”
She became serious, and closed her eyes for a moment. All his awful words at the bar washing over her. Nate leaving her. Serena unable to take what she had to dish out. Dethroned at school. But none of it was as bad as Chuck Bass’s ‘I don’t want you anymore’ speech.
“Even for me,” he finished.
Her playful mood returned, unwilling to let him see how bad he had hurt her. “You mean, blogging to gossip girl about our sex life,” her nose scrunched.
His smirk widened. She talked so lightly about it, like it was any old thing, when he knew it was anything but.
“…and comparing me to your dad’s sweaty old horse?” she looked on proudly and with complete poise, feeling she had won.
Bass was unmoved, well except in her direction that is. He moved closer to her so that there was only a mere few inches seperating the two of them from each other.
“What’s your point?” he asked. And he could tell the exact moment her breath hitched in her throat. If he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve thought she gulped before she said her next wordss.
“What’s yours?”
He had her.
Guard down.
Willing and open.
This was his chance.
“You don’t belong with Nate,” he spoke so matter-of-factly. But it was soft, and gentle.
She blinked slowly, taking in his every word. Mesmerized again by his pools of warmth.
He brought his face as close to hers as he could manage without pressing his lips against her own. Their noses grazing, as his final words came undone. “Never have, Never will.”
I love you, Nate Archibald. Always have, always will.
What you said before? I love you too. Always have, always will.
Her every declaration for Nate. Her every thought regarding him and her love. She always said it. It seemed to be her single motto. Her one hope that he would devote himself entirely to her, and not Serena or any other skank again, not that she thought of Serena as a skank…though the words probably escaped her mouth once upon a time. Chuck washed that away all in a moment. There was no Nate. No cause for harsh language or rash actions. It was just him and her. It was Chuck and Blair. Them.
She could not steal her gaze away.
And it was quite possible…that she was in love with him.
She inhaled and exhaled smoothly.
“You don’t belong with anyone,” she almost whispered.
And that smirk. It leaned forward, and kissed her.
‘You look ravishing, if I were your man I wouldn’t need clues to find you.’
‘….on him, yes, but on me you’d be so much more.’
‘….just as friends…’
‘….you ruined my cotillion on purpose….’
‘this thing between us, it’s over…’
‘don’t you have someone else to torture?!’
‘….beautiful, delicate, and untouched’
‘I don’t want you anymore, and I can’t see why anyone else would.’
The thoughts drove her mad, threatened those month old tears to come raging down her face again. But he had apologized! Had voiced his reasons….he had been jealous. But was that really good enough? Was it enough? She hurt SO bad.
It sent chills through her bones.
Even if she had kind of deserved a little insult for running back to Nate…she hadn’t really known what she wanted. Hadn’t thought Chuck was that serious about her, after all.
But he was.
Or was he?
His lips left hers momentarily, to pass by her nose and reach the other side of her mouth.
Did he really think he could just kiss her, after a brief non-apology apology and everything would be okay? No! Maybe she didn’t belong with Nate, but she sure as hell didn’t belong with Chuck. He was a womanizer.
He didn’t commit.
Couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
Shouldn’t. Sigh. It wasn’t his nature. And who was she to change that?
Nate had hurt her ENOUGH. She wasn’t going to hang around for more of that torture.
Blair pulled away, though he was already looking at her, confused. She had been unresponsive after that first kiss.
“Blair…?” he asked.
She sighed, and shook her head. “I can’t believe I let you pull me in like this again.” She scoffed, dropping her hand from the midst of his neck hair. Her fingers instantly feeling cool and empty. She ignored it, and pulled away.
“You think you can just erase everything you did to me, by an indirect apology and a sloppy kiss?!”
His eyes narrowed.
“I’m done with you, Chuck. I wasn’t kidding before,” he grabbed her before she could turn away completely.
“Blair, wait! I didn’t mean—”
Dejavu. This was all too familiar.
She snapped out of his grip.
“No, Chuck. You don’t get to do this.”
His forehead creased. In concern. In panic.
“Y-You don’t get to just start over and expect me to forgive you, cause I don’t,” she was sputtering and she knew it. She was trying to hold back tears and he knew it. He had forgotten how easily she was wounded, how simple it was for her to hide behind the façade of absolute bitchiness. But it was all gone. Here she was. Completely, and in the flesh, humiliated by what he’d done to her. What he was still doing to her. While he had gotten Nate back, he had abandoned her. And she was certain it would not be the first time.
His face fell. Deeper than ever before. “Blair—”
“Don’t talk to me,” she forced out. She was done with his apologies. They meant nothing to her.
She stole one more watery gaze from him, before turning her back and leaving the ball room.
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A/N: This would probably be in the first chapter of this story, hope you liked this beginning, please review. ;p
