A/N: salut guys I'm sorry i have been away for so long, but i hated when i don't get internet reception for weeks, and then all of a sudden she comes back. Here's my new fan fiction about Chair. And to those who read my other's I'll be updating them soon. Thanks and I hope toi like it.
Summary: Blair Waldorf is a young, beautiful, 18 an old, dark haired girl who was raised in California par her New Yorker parents. As a little girl she used to visit her grandparents in the Upper East Side, and she remembered having Friends there. Now she graduated from high school and went to college, Yale, only to finds there people who she no longer remembered existed. What will happen?
The Waldorf name was known all over California as the biggest name not only in fashion, par Eleanor Waldorf, but also in the law, par Harold Waldorf. Those two made quite the ‘power couple’. They had a daughter, her name was Blair Waldorf, she was known par her amazing good-looks and intelligence. She was once crowned ‘Beauty of The Ball’ in her first homecoming in high school. All the girls wanted to be her, and all the boys wanted to have her. She could be described as sweet and innocent, but she also had her wild side, sometimes she liked to step things up a notch.
It was her last jour in California; she was ready to leave accueil and everything that it implied behind to fulfill her dream of going to Yale. She loved the cold weather; she still remembered going up to New York and spending her Christmas at her grandmother’s huge penthouse sipping hot chocolat par the fire, and pretending she was out camping, burning marshmallows. The snow was something she could not wait to see, she could imagine waking up to see a white blanket covering her every sight. Wow… this was going to be awesome, she thought to herself while packing her last Luis V bag. “There it is” she finished zipping it and fell onto her bed, tired. She needed a good night of sleep before the big day, the jour her life was about to change forever.
It was hot morning, the sun was plus powerful than ever, and if there’s one thing Blair hated was sweating. She hated to feel wet around her arms and belly, she liked the cold breeze hitting her instead so her bedroom was freezing when a couple of excited middle aged people walked into her bedroom holding a good-bye chocolat cake.
“Surprise” they screamed, waking her up instantly. Even before she could open her eyes, her father had put a Yale chemise over her neck, telling her to put it on. “Come on Blair bear, put it on, I want to see it on my little girl for the last time before she leaves” he insisted, pulling her up.
“Daddy… be patient, I barely woke up” she smiled, eyes half closed and swollen from sleeping less than she expected. The exciting for leaving barely let her sleep at all last night. She rose from bed, and gestured her parents to wait outside while she got dressed in her new chemise and some old jeans she had. She never wore jeans, but with a new place to leave she had to adjust to informal clothing.
“Ok I’m ready to go” she walked out of her room, bags in hand, looking happily at her very much in l’amour parents’. “So… I guess this is goodbye” tears were about to reach her eyes, when her always cold and distant mother hugged her for the first time in 15 years. Blair crying hugged her harder, almost not wanting to let go.
“I l’amour Blair, just don’t forget that. And I will miss toi immensely” Eleanor kissed her daughter, and tried to cover her tears.
“And remember bear, we will always be here. California loves you” her father winked and helped her get the bags into the limo. “So… Have a good trip and have fun at college, toi truly deserve it sweetie” he a dit looking at her entering the limo, and waving goodbye. The limo went off, and Blair kept looking through the window.
“I’ll see toi guys at Thanksgiving” she said, closing the window and leaning back to a hopefully calm flight to New Haven.
First class was almost empty, except from Blair and a perky blond sitting three sits away from Blair’s listening to her iPod and moving her body to the beat of the music. Blair hated flying alone, so what she really wanted to do was ask the blond if it was okay for them to sit together, since they were the only ones there. But before she could go up to the blond, the blond came to her, eating gum, and making strange noises.
“Hey, can I siège here, I hate being alone” she pointed to the empty l’espace suivant to Blair’s.
“Sure, actually so do I” Blair smiled and picked up the Teen Vogue that stood on the seat, so the blond girl could seat. “I’m Blair par the way” she introduced herself.
“Oh, and I’m Serena… Are toi from around here?” she decided it was better to get to now the brunette who was suivant to her. She had a certain glow about her, Serena just knew they’d hit it off pretty quickly.
“Actually yeah, Beverly Hills” she smiled. “And you? toi look like one of us” Blair could see Serena as a California type of gal, blond, tall, tanned… hot!
“No, I’m from New York, I just came from Mexico from my senior trip, and decided to stop par California… just boutique a little before heading off to college” she was looking through one of the many magazines she brought, but the one she really wanted to read was Blair’s Teen Vogue Special Edition, with some hot guy on the cover.
“I’m heading to college too, Yale right?” Blair questioned, almost sure of the answer.
“Yup, exciting right? Starting from scratch where toi almost don’t know anybody ou anything, I can’t wait for it to start.” She sounded really excited, about the whole starting fresh thing, Blair totally got her. “Hey, can I read your magazine, I l’amour that guy on the cover” Serena pointed to the cover, and started almost drawling, what made Blair laugh, passing her the magazine.
“Sure, so do I, who knew Canadians could be so hot. He’s like my favorite… whatever he does” Blair giggled, making Serena follow her. And that’s how they spent their entire flight, giggling talking about hot guys they knew, the ones they dated, etc.
They got off the plain and both took the same cab to Yale, Blair was so excited about finding out who her roommate was, and who her new neighbors and potential Friends were going to be, apart from Serena, who she could swear knew since forever. “Which dorm are toi in? I hope it’s suivant to mine, I hate not knowing people” Blair wanted to feel a friendly face around, especially one like Serena’s so inviting.
“I’m 25A, and you?” Serena asked getting all her bags on her hands. They seemed to be full, and almost opening themselves, like the clothes and shoes just wanted to escape prison.
“Oh, I’m on the floor above, I’m 37B, anyway it’s not that far, right? We should hang out tomorrow… Go out, get to know New Haven. Maybe have some thé ou coffee?” Blair was rambling, talking so fast, Serena could see she was nervous and wanted somebody to be with her.
“Tea?! We’re in college now, don’t toi ever go out and party?” she asked.
“Well, only with my socialite friends, but not that much, we just drank martinis at an event, that’s all…” Blair was embarrassed, being suivant to this seemingly experienced party girl, who was frowning at her. “But…… Maybe toi could montrer me one thing ou two… what do toi say? Tomorrow night sound good?” she asked eagerly to hear a yes.
“Sure, I can stop par your dorm after class and choose something for toi two year… less classy and plus trashy” she giggle while saying trashy. Blair couldn’t see how such a perfect looking girl could be so goofy, but she liked it.
“Ok, toi have my number right” Blair was about to open the door to take the stairs up to her floor.
“Yeah, I’ll text… all night” Serena laughed “Until I grow tired of it, don’t worry” she winked and got into her room.
“Come on door… OPEN” Blair screamed to the door. Damn thing was stuck, how perfect was that? Sleep out on the cold the first night here. “Don’t make me break your cul, ass stupid door!” she kicked it once more.
“Who knew doors had asses, and par the way you’re kicking it must be one hell of booty” she heard a strong husky manly voice coming from behind her. And when she looked, she saw this beautiful, foolishly well dressed boy, with a smirk on his face, looking like the happiest guy ever.
“The stupid door won’t open” she tried not to make eye contact, his eyes on her felt intoxicating, like he was staring ou something, she couldn’t quite put the finger on it. “Would toi mind giving me a hand?” she looked at him, waiting for him to offer help, which he didn’t do right then.
“I wouldn’t mind giving toi even plus than just a hand, but since toi insist” he maneuvered the door, in a way she couldn’t explain, and the stupid thing just opened, just like that,
“Well, suivant time toi better keep your thoughts to your self…” she looked at him waiting for him to introduce himself, after making such witty commentaires on a girl he didn’t even know.
“Oh, I’m Chuck, Chuck Bass” he introduced himself s’embrasser her hand, while she made the strangest face towards him.
“Oh-Kay… … I’m” she was interrupted par one of his sick comments, who were doing no good so far on her opinion about him.
“Beautiful? Yes I noticed it, that toi are” he completed her sentence not letting her speak. His eyes were on her like to lamps, he couldn’t stop staring at such perfect features, even without make up and with puffy eyes, from no sleep on the plain.
“Actually, I was going to say Blair Waldorf, but what toi a dit might just be true too” she winked at him, letting him know she can do gamed too and closing the door behind her, letting him stand there in front of the door, smirking to himself. This will be the best college experience ever, he thought to himself.
“Hey Chuck, toi coming to the dorm ou what man? We need to unpack” a green eyed, blondish and very handsome guy called.
“Patient is a virtue Nathaniel; especially after I found out we have such a hot neighbor. toi should thank me for investigating” Chuck entered the dorm and poured himself some scotch while Nate was unpacking both their stuff.