So I keep trying to improve my English writing, and since we have to wait until January 5th I might as well make some story’s about CB (my favourite obsession). Well it’s a short one-shot and I think I made a lot of grammatical mistakes, but okay, just read over them :P
It’s a shot after the last scene of 2x13 like many others. :)
Ugh. I really don’t know how to make an introduction, just read it XD
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The best thing about Blair;
Blair’s fingers were tracing the path his pen had laid out for her, over and over again. The few tears that she had let escape from her eyes had dried ages – so it felt – ago, along with her self pity. All the sadness she felt was for him who needed it.
“Chuck,” she whispered into the dark, hoping there was someway he could still hear the cinta in her voice. The cinta he was afraid to return. That same cinta that he had felt for his father. That cinta that had cost him so much pain. Pain he didn’t know how to share.
A sigh left her parted lips and finally, after hours of staring at his letter, the will of moving from the position she was in filled her body. Her movements were quick, unknown adrenaline flowed trough her veins and before she realised it she was already standing oleh her bathroom door.
It was time for a shower.
“B?” Blair didn’t have to look; she knew it was her best friend standing behind her. Ever since Chuck was found oleh his ‘new’ uncle Serena had been hovering around her, scared for a breakdown Blair guessed. “Are anda coming?”
“What?” mumbled Blair, not really interested in the words coming out of her best friend’s mouth.
“Are anda coming?” Serena repeated patiently.
“To where?” Blair turned towards Serena, looking at her blankly.
“I thought anda were planning to visit Chuck every day?”
“O, he isn’t in your halaman awal today,” Blair smiled weakly. “He was way to sober yesterday. He’s probably drinking in his beloved club.” Although it hurt her picturing Chuck surrounded oleh a dozen of whores, she knew it was the right thing to do. She wasn’t going to make some stupid fairy tale just to protect her own feelings. Not if Chuck kept suffering lebih and more.
Serena, not doubting this information was true, stared down at the brunette and wondered if she should let her be atau hug her tightly. It was a choice she didn’t have to make.
“S, I’m fine. And I have to make some phone calls… So I let anda know when I need you, okay?” Forcing herself to think of her friends feelings she stood up and hugged the tall girl. “You probably have something better to do anyway.”
“No B—”
“I’m fine,” urged Blair, letting Serena go. “Just go and I’ll speak anda later.” She pressed her hands against Serena’s shoulders and pushed her towards the door. “Bye.”
Serena left then and without waiting for another interruption Blair picked her phone from her night meja and dialled a number. The number. His number.
It took her several times, eighteen to be precisely, to make him pick up his phone, but it was the fact that he finally picked up his phone that counted.
“Blair,” he whispered huskily. A giggle made her realise that it was another girl her body that was making his voice sound like that. “I told anda to stay away. Haven’t anda understood me?”
She swallowed and sighed once before she opened her mouth. “I have understood you.”
“Then why are anda calling?” he sighed, urging her to keep it short.
“Thought anda should know what the difference between understanding and agreeing, Bass.” There was no way she could make these words sound caring. He sure as hell had understood her position a tahun ago, and still he hadn’t her and Nate happen again. Sure, now she was thankful for that, but he was going to be thankful too, one day.
“O please, talking about the old days are we?” Irritation drained his voice, and so she kept still, waiting till she could seed the realisation in his head.
It took a couple of menit before he reopened his mouth. But eventually words were crossing the line again. “Are anda interested in what I was, no wait, am doing?” He wanted to hurt her, to push her away like he did with everyone else. But she wouldn't let him, not this time.
“I know exactly what you’re doing.” She let the image fill her head, making her inner burn in pain. “That’s why I’m calling. Why I’m not giving anda up.” This was what she was waiting for, the opportunity to make him realise what he already knew. “Because I know you’ll never change. Not completely. And I’m still caring about you. That’s the best thing about me.”
And so it was seeded. And although she knew it was going to take awhile till he would give in, she also was completely sure he was going to be with her again.
It’s a shot after the last scene of 2x13 like many others. :)
Ugh. I really don’t know how to make an introduction, just read it XD
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The best thing about Blair;
Blair’s fingers were tracing the path his pen had laid out for her, over and over again. The few tears that she had let escape from her eyes had dried ages – so it felt – ago, along with her self pity. All the sadness she felt was for him who needed it.
“Chuck,” she whispered into the dark, hoping there was someway he could still hear the cinta in her voice. The cinta he was afraid to return. That same cinta that he had felt for his father. That cinta that had cost him so much pain. Pain he didn’t know how to share.
A sigh left her parted lips and finally, after hours of staring at his letter, the will of moving from the position she was in filled her body. Her movements were quick, unknown adrenaline flowed trough her veins and before she realised it she was already standing oleh her bathroom door.
It was time for a shower.
“B?” Blair didn’t have to look; she knew it was her best friend standing behind her. Ever since Chuck was found oleh his ‘new’ uncle Serena had been hovering around her, scared for a breakdown Blair guessed. “Are anda coming?”
“What?” mumbled Blair, not really interested in the words coming out of her best friend’s mouth.
“Are anda coming?” Serena repeated patiently.
“To where?” Blair turned towards Serena, looking at her blankly.
“I thought anda were planning to visit Chuck every day?”
“O, he isn’t in your halaman awal today,” Blair smiled weakly. “He was way to sober yesterday. He’s probably drinking in his beloved club.” Although it hurt her picturing Chuck surrounded oleh a dozen of whores, she knew it was the right thing to do. She wasn’t going to make some stupid fairy tale just to protect her own feelings. Not if Chuck kept suffering lebih and more.
Serena, not doubting this information was true, stared down at the brunette and wondered if she should let her be atau hug her tightly. It was a choice she didn’t have to make.
“S, I’m fine. And I have to make some phone calls… So I let anda know when I need you, okay?” Forcing herself to think of her friends feelings she stood up and hugged the tall girl. “You probably have something better to do anyway.”
“No B—”
“I’m fine,” urged Blair, letting Serena go. “Just go and I’ll speak anda later.” She pressed her hands against Serena’s shoulders and pushed her towards the door. “Bye.”
Serena left then and without waiting for another interruption Blair picked her phone from her night meja and dialled a number. The number. His number.
It took her several times, eighteen to be precisely, to make him pick up his phone, but it was the fact that he finally picked up his phone that counted.
“Blair,” he whispered huskily. A giggle made her realise that it was another girl her body that was making his voice sound like that. “I told anda to stay away. Haven’t anda understood me?”
She swallowed and sighed once before she opened her mouth. “I have understood you.”
“Then why are anda calling?” he sighed, urging her to keep it short.
“Thought anda should know what the difference between understanding and agreeing, Bass.” There was no way she could make these words sound caring. He sure as hell had understood her position a tahun ago, and still he hadn’t her and Nate happen again. Sure, now she was thankful for that, but he was going to be thankful too, one day.
“O please, talking about the old days are we?” Irritation drained his voice, and so she kept still, waiting till she could seed the realisation in his head.
It took a couple of menit before he reopened his mouth. But eventually words were crossing the line again. “Are anda interested in what I was, no wait, am doing?” He wanted to hurt her, to push her away like he did with everyone else. But she wouldn't let him, not this time.
“I know exactly what you’re doing.” She let the image fill her head, making her inner burn in pain. “That’s why I’m calling. Why I’m not giving anda up.” This was what she was waiting for, the opportunity to make him realise what he already knew. “Because I know you’ll never change. Not completely. And I’m still caring about you. That’s the best thing about me.”
And so it was seeded. And although she knew it was going to take awhile till he would give in, she also was completely sure he was going to be with her again.
