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A/N: salut all! Okay, so I was planning on updating the story once plus before Thanksgiving but it really didn’t happen. Instead, I finished making my CB vid, so toi should go check THAT out on youtube! *gasp* (Username: ChuckBlairLuvA) Hehe. ;p Anyways! I’m really going to try updating this as soon as possible…and as often as impossible. Thank-you for all your reviews. I really l’amour this story, so on with it! PLEASE REVIEW! =D
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CH.4—Cold Goodbyes
    The elevator slowly began to move. Both of them should have been ecstatic at their final departure when it finally reached ground level, but neither of them could so much as offer a smile, when the doors finally slid open.
    Several mechanics were there to greet them. The first of many offering their hands to Blair and Chuck in order to exit the vacant box that had donné them all so much trouble. Blair nodded politely, simply picking up her bourse, sac à main and walking out into the lobby. Chuck watched her and then exited the elevator himself, not so much as acknowledging the men in dirty, greasy Suits – Avocats sur Mesure just outside the entrance. Many apologies were uttered, until finally Chuck waved them off and they returned to their stations.
    Chuck brushed off his velvet maroon suite and calmly strode outside to see Blair standing there, alone and in the cold, shivering in the darkness. There were no limos around, no taxis either, surprisingly. What was she waiting for?
    He came up from behind, taking his veste off and wrapping it around her bare shoulders. She was startled par his actions, but when she realized what he had done…as much as she appreciated the gesture, she was not willing to accept his kindness, not yet at least.
    Once he had stepped away a few inches, she took the veste off and shoved it at him, never looking directly at him. “Thanks, but no thanks,” she spat, staring at the street.
    He looked offended first, but it was instantly consumed par hurt and a concern of some sorts.
    “Blair, it’s co—”
    “I’m fine,” she a dit sharply, looking him in the eye to prove her point, and then after a long moment turning her gaze back to the street.
    He sighed, folding the veste up neatly in his arms. If she wasn’t going to wear it, he wasn’t going to feel guilty about wearing it himself. No doubt she’d probably claque, smack him if he’d put it on again. However the possibility wasn’t entirely unlikely that it would just fuel her sadness, not anger…sadness.
    She rubbed her arms up and down, as the Chair de poule covered her. He looked at her agonizingly, wanting to do something….deciding any attempt to be civil was hopeless.
    “I know you’re cold,” he said.
    She a dit nothing.
    “Blair, I…” he paused, as he saw a limo pull up in front of the hotel, Blair’s limo.
    She walked forward, and he followed her slowly, hesitant to every move. She paused just before getting inside the vehicle. Paused for TOO long. She finallly turned to look at him, witnessing all the hurt on his face, and now he truly saw the pain on hers.
    “What, Chuck?” she asked.
    “I…”
    She raised an eyebrow, growing impatient.
    “I’m sorry,” he concluded, slipping his hands into his pockets.
    She shook her head, scoffing, then looked at him again, lips pursed. “I’m sorry too.”
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    He watched as she got in and the limo sped off. He looked on in the direction she had gone for another ten minutes, before slowly turning around and walking back inside. When he asked the single mechanic who had not yet retreated to his station if the elevator was safe, he assure him that it was, but it might be best if he took the service elevator and then took the final flight of stairs to get back to the party.
    Chuck nodded, and in any other situation would’ve just taken the elevator regardless, but tonight had been much too stressful, even for him. He took the mechanics conseil and followed him to the service elevator, waving him off once he had heard the man’s instructions near five times.
    When he got to the top, he opened the door leading from the stair entrance and was met par Vanessa in a tight hug. “Chuck! I heard what happened—literally,” she pulled away from him, when the hug was not returned.
    “Sorry,” she said, awkwardly, when she noticed how oddly he was looking at her. “I was just worried about you,” she looked down at her feet and then up at him. Same expression, and she couldn’t read it. But it wasn’t happy.
    “I think toi need to leave,” he a dit harshly, striding past her.
    “Wait, Chuck!” she grabbed a hold of his arm, spinning him around to face her. He looked angry.
    “What’s going on?” she asked, almost afraid of her own words.
    He just glared at her.
    “Did something else happen with toi father? What is it? toi can tell me,” she said, stepping closer to him, squeezing his arm gently.
    Chuck looked down at her hand on his arm, absolutely infuritated. No wonder Blair had gotten jealous! No matter how innocent it seemed. He KNEW he was leading Vanessa on, and for the one time in Chuck’s life, he was angry he had such a talent for doing so.
    He snapped his arm out of her grasp. “Leave,” he said, his eyes cold. When she a dit nothing, he turned around in a rush and stormed off and away, into the party. But she saw him as headed upstairs, no doubt towards his room.
    She was taken aback par his actions, but decided to leave him alone. Some things just need to be dealt with in their own ways. She turned to leave, grabbing her bourse, sac à main from out of the closet and heading towards the abandoned elevator.
    She stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground level. With Chuck gone, there really was no point in her staying there any longer. Rich, upper class people were really not her cup of tea.
    As she reached the far corner of the elevator, she noticed a phone on the ground. Puzzled par this, she bent down to pick it up, noticing the screen was black. She pressed a button and the screen lit up. She gasped at the message.
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    She tried to rush out of the elevator, in an eager hurry to discuss the matter with Chuck, but the doors had already closed and she was well on her way to the ground level. She shook her head, looking back over the message.
    What the hell does Blair have to do with Chuck?
DING.
    The elevator doors opened and Vanessa stepped out, slipping the phone in her purse.
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The ride accueil was not a pleasant one. She was thinking about Chuck the whole time, and the l’amour songs the driver had playing were not helping her situation. She grumbled at the odd turn of events. Leaning her head back on the seat, she closed her eyes and began to play back all the memories of her and Chuck. From the time they were kids, they had always been pretty close, in the terms of manipulations at least. Why she had fallen for that lame Archibald nobody, she had no clue. She knew she did still care for Nate as a friend, but they were not at a place yet where she could admit even that. All she knew was that she was in l’amour with Chuck, she had no idea how it had suddenly jumped to that stage in their relationship (whatever it was), but she knew it was true. She could just never tell him, because he would NEVER give her what she needed: honesty and faithfulness. She was sick of playing games. Now all she wanted was him….kissing her, loving her, talking with her, protecting her. She sighed. But it was only wishful thinking…nothing more.
The songs became silent.
“Miss Waldorf, we’ve arrived,” the driver announced.
Blair nodded. “Thank-you,” she said, opening the door and climbing out, shutting it behind her.
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She headed to her room, once inside the penthouse. There was no one to stop her, to ask her if she was okay from getting stuck in that elevator, to ask her how in the world she’d survived from putting her feelings on the line again and being predictably disappointed. Her cœur, coeur had shattered again. No thanks to that good for nothing Bass.
But she still missed him, she still…loved him. She dropped her bourse, sac à main at the door. Sulkily, she sauntered over to her closet and took off that beautiful Tuscany dress, hanging it up delicately on a hanger. It held so much sadness for her now. She took out one of her favori nightdresses and slid it over her petite brunette head. Then, she crossed the room and opened the haut, retour au début drawer of another of her dressers, filled with her most precious possessions. The Erickson Beamon necklace.
She closed her eyes, remembering her birthday party just but a an ago. A tear fell from her closed eyes and dragged itself down the side of her face. When she opened her eyes, they were overflowing with the watery substance.
She opened the carefully decorated box and unlatched the necklace, placing it around her neck and reclasping it. Every movement was careful and hesitant, because at every seconde she swore she felt Chuck there beside her, putting the collier on her himself…just in the soft gentle way he would do it, the way he had done it, in what seemed so long ago. How did it come to this? She thought, turning to look at herself in the mirror. Teary gasps escaped her, and she turned the light off, crawling into bed. Her fingers never letting go of the precious silver dangling around her neck.
BZZZZZ. BZZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZZZ.
She moaned in the darkness. “Dorota…..” she muttered. Nothing. She sighed aggravatingly, tearing the covers off of her, then lingering on her bed.
BZZZZZ. BZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZ.
    “Ugh, fine. I’ll get it,” she grumbled, sauntering over to her bourse, sac à main and pulled her phone, frustrated at the constant vibrations. She should’ve DEFINITELY turned it off before going to bed. There was NO ONE she needed to talk to.
She flipped open the phone and was started par what it told her.
1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: CHUCK BASS.
Whaaat?
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A/N: I HOPE toi LOOOOOOOOOOVED IT!!!!!!!!! Please review! =D

    
 I X Serena
I X Serena
I have be an avid fan of Gossip Girl from its pilot episode where I clearly remember when Serena van der Woodsen stepped into the airport in tune with the “She’s Back” slogan. But lately, Gossip Girl and Serena are getting on my nerves. Why do I have such a beef with Serena’s character?

First of all, I have a serious problem with someone who does not learn from précédant mistakes, but habitually makes decisions that are based on lies and cover-ups. Serena is a serial liar. She lies to everyone about everything. Serena has lied to Nate, Blair, Dan, and her countless other boyfriends and...
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I just did this because i absolutely l’amour this song!! and for everyone who wanted the lyrics..well here they are MDR its my first time doing "lyrics" so sorry if some are messed up but i checked it like 5 times, so ENJOY!! ;)

Your Loves A Drug

**i like it i want it the way toi make my body move.
i think im addicted, im high off everything toi do, im going to call toi baby dont toi worry about a thing, cause your ill i need, ill become a slave to my **habit?** feaning/feeling? For your love, got it have it now,

your all i need, your loves a drug cant get enough your loves a drug and i cant sleep,...
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UES's evilest double act return
Episode 21: Alone in the Park

GG: Haven't toi heard Upper East Siders, The chienne is back, and no I'm not referring to Blair, This girl makes B look like an angel, Georgina Sparks is back in town, and at Constance... So getting that crown back wont be as easy as toi though B?

(At Constance/St Jude's)

It's been a few days since Georgina's return
Georgina, Penelope, Iz, Hazel and Nelly are talking in the courtyard.
Blair, Nate, Chuck and Serena are sitting at a table.
Blair is staring over at them.

B: This is just my luck, I finally manage to disregard one chienne and an even bigger one turns up
C: What...
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“Do I need to stick my finger down your throat and hold your hair back?”


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Author: LittleDancer-123x (Melanie)

Rated: T+ because of occasional language, and strong references to eating disorders.

Published: December 11th 2008

Story Type: Multi-Chapter

Summary: Inspired from the line “Do I need to stick my finger down your throat and hold your hair back?” 2x13. Goes back to freshman year, and works up to present day, how Blair’s disorder developed and how Chuck was there along the way. Multi-Chapter. CB, SB friendship....
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“Do I need to stick my finger down your throat and hold your hair back?”


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Author: LittleDancer-123x (Melanie)

Rated: T+ because of occasional language, and strong references to eating disorders.

Published: December 11th 2008

Story Type: Multi-Chapter

Summary: Inspired from the line “Do I need to stick my finger down your throat and hold your hair back?” 2x13. Goes back to freshman year, and works up to present day, how Blair’s disorder developed and how Chuck was there along the way. Multi-Chapter. CB, SB friendship....
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