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When; Evening, April 30th
Rating; PG
Characters; Blair![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_waldorf and Chuck basstardchuck
Summary; After it all, they were still the only ones who knew each other best.
Log;
She must have forgotten to lock her apartment.
After staring at the slightly open door for awhile, Blair finally decided that the best thing to do would be to check if there was anything missing. She had a mind to call Arthur, in case the intruder was still inside, but soon remembered that the tournament was tomorrow and he could use all the rest he could get. Besides, treating a Crown Prince like a manservant was definitely not the way to go. She pushed the door open and went in.
The apartment was dark, just like the way she left it, and there were no signs of burglary. She walked as silently as she could, keeping her eyes and ears alert. Noticing the lights turned on in her bedroom, all the alarms in her head went off. She clearly remembered turning them off this morning. Her heart raced from the adrenaline, her breath held as she walked closer to the bedroom, but then she saw a patchwork polka dot scarf thrown on her sofa. Chuck Bass. She knew of no one else who would wear it.
Blair let go of her breath in relief, fear subsiding to mild annoyance. He knew perfectly that it would irritate her to no end to have him visit like this. Knowing Chuck, it was probably the main reason why he was here. She let out a huff, dropping her handbag on the sofa and stomping over to the bedroom.
She had expected the figure sitting on her bed, although the slumped shoulders looked uncharacteristic of him. She was more used to seeing him all smug and acting as if he was on top of the world --which he probably was but she would never admit it. "What do you think you're doing here?" She asked curtly, walking over to him.
The look on his face startled her. He looked almost sad, and those bags under his eyes made him look almost tired. Almost, he must be acting. Still she felt a sort of pain in her heart at the sight.
Rating; PG
Characters; Blair
miss_waldorf and Chuck basstardchuckSummary; After it all, they were still the only ones who knew each other best.
Log;
She must have forgotten to lock her apartment.
After staring at the slightly open door for awhile, Blair finally decided that the best thing to do would be to check if there was anything missing. She had a mind to call Arthur, in case the intruder was still inside, but soon remembered that the tournament was tomorrow and he could use all the rest he could get. Besides, treating a Crown Prince like a manservant was definitely not the way to go. She pushed the door open and went in.
The apartment was dark, just like the way she left it, and there were no signs of burglary. She walked as silently as she could, keeping her eyes and ears alert. Noticing the lights turned on in her bedroom, all the alarms in her head went off. She clearly remembered turning them off this morning. Her heart raced from the adrenaline, her breath held as she walked closer to the bedroom, but then she saw a patchwork polka dot scarf thrown on her sofa. Chuck Bass. She knew of no one else who would wear it.
Blair let go of her breath in relief, fear subsiding to mild annoyance. He knew perfectly that it would irritate her to no end to have him visit like this. Knowing Chuck, it was probably the main reason why he was here. She let out a huff, dropping her handbag on the sofa and stomping over to the bedroom.
She had expected the figure sitting on her bed, although the slumped shoulders looked uncharacteristic of him. She was more used to seeing him all smug and acting as if he was on top of the world --which he probably was but she would never admit it. "What do you think you're doing here?" She asked curtly, walking over to him.
The look on his face startled her. He looked almost sad, and those bags under his eyes made him look almost tired. Almost, he must be acting. Still she felt a sort of pain in her heart at the sight.