Two Years and Counting
Summary: Blair Waldorf could say her life began when she was born, September 28th, 1994, but really, it started the day she met him, him meaning the boy she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with, or at least the rest of his. AU
Author's Starting Notes: I've lost it, guys. I really think I've lost my writing magic here. Here's your chapter though, as a Valentine's Day gift.
Chapter Time Stamp: Posted February 14th, 2008
Chapter Summary: Letters passed between the two.
Can you believe that we're off to college in nine weeks? I can't take this anxiety. I am literally dying right now for August to come. You haven't changed your mind, right? You're still coming to the same school, aren't you? Uh, I can't wait to see you again. It's been forever. I've got to go; Dorota is calling.
Why are you sending me letters by snail mail? Do you honestly not know what year it is, or are you just that linked into your little fantasy world that you have to be archaic? Okay, starting over. I am still going to "the same school". I haven't changed my mind. I can't wait to see you again either. Even though it's been a good sixteen days since I left New York for my trip with Nathaniel. Speaking of which, he sends his regards to you and hopes you are enjoying your summer without his pathetic squabbling. He will not be joining me upon my return. Apparently, he wants to hang out in Florida for the next few months. Between me and you, I'm pretty sure it has to do with that blonde junior who's doing some work down there for a while. But, don't let him know I said that, he'll just start PMSing again.
Talk to you later,
Nate PMSing is a pretty funny idea. Not so funny as I'm pretty sure our cycles must have synced when we were dating. I swear he got more irritating during that week than he ever did before it. Maybe I should just resign myself to not dating the guys I hang out with. Surely that will cause less problems, what do you think?
I think that dating guys is all fine and dandy for you as long as it isn't Nate. He's a horrible choice, and always has been. I'm not quite sure if I ever clued you in on this, but he lost his to Serena van der Woodsen. Can you say pathetic?
Who didn't lose it to Serena? She slept with over half of our graduating class - a nice fraction of the ones who didn't graduate as well. It's no surprise, really. Besides, if I'm not mistaken, I wasn't exactly so sweet that entire relationship either. Whoops.
I thought we agreed we wouldn't mention that night. Well, more you ordered me to forget about the night we got so hammered we thought sleeping together was a good idea. Ahh, the fun of junior year, eh?
Sorry about the wait. What has it been? Three weeks since my last letter? Mother officially has lost her mind. She is actually going to carry that short man's child, Chuck. It is unreasonable and disgusting. I need a 911 plan on how to get rid of him.
They've been married more than six months. And, your obnoxiously stubborn mother is pregnant with his kid. There is no getting rid of him now. But, thanks for letting me know, it's nice not to have read about this on the fashion page next week when your mom adds a baby fashion section into her line.
Those are her exact plans. I saw her sketches the other day. They are adorable. Too bad they're inspired by the future balding, short kid inside of her. I digress. Only two weeks left before we can go to our dorms. Is their anything you want to say to mark the start of her freshman year as college students?
Yes, there is something I want to say. I can only say it in person though, so, meet me in front of your dorms the first day we're allowed in. I'll be there waiting for you.
Why don't you say it now?
If I say it now, it'll only cause problems.
I waited six days for that response. I want to know now! Tell me, or don't bother waiting outside my dorms come next Tuesday.
If you would like to be difficult, I'll write it here. But, don't get pissed that this couldn't be more romantic.
Over the summer, I've been thinking a lot. And, between all the migraines that brought on, I found out something I think I've known for quite some time. I have these things in my stomach whenever I think of you - butterflies. And, they can only mean one thing. What I'm writing is, Blair, I like you. And, I was wondering if we could start off this new chapter of our lives together. We started the last one like that and we made it through alive. Maybe, this time, we can do it alive and… dating? What do you say?
I don't know what to say. I wasn't really expecting your last letter, and I can't say I have a good response. I've been thinking pretty much nonstop, and tomorrow, I think I'll have an answer for you.
You weren't here today. Or the day before, or the day before that. I'm waiting. If you're going to say no, just do it already.
I never said I was saying no. Actually, I'm saying yes. Which you can hear in person, if you go outside your room tonight. Or just turn around.
Chuck Bass turned quickly from the dorms' set of mailboxes. He spotted among the many forms, the familiar shape of the brunette he liked so much. The darn butterflies came to life. With the combined effort of their wings fluttering and her magnetic force, he ended up right in front of her.
"Well, Waldorf, this certainly looks a lot like college," he said.
"Yeah, Freshman, I guess it does," she remarked.
"Uhh, I never thought I'd be referred to as freshman again," he admitted.
"I never thought we'd be starting it the same way we did before," she added.
"It's not the exact same. Before we were pretending, this time will be real. And, it'll last too. As long as we don't make too many plans and we leave campus as much as possible," he told her. She smiled.
"I think I can handle that, but are you sure you can handle being my boyfriend again?"
"I survived once, didn't I?" he asked rhetorically
"You'll come to know why Nate made a 'I Survived Dating Blair Waldorf' T-shirt in no time," she said
"Seeing as survived is past tense, I'm hoping no time means on my death bed. Now, are you with me?" he asked holding out his hand. She clasped hers in his gently.
"Better than that, I'm dating you."
"Then, I'll start the meter. Our last record is two weeks. I charge for the year. I want kisses and freedom per the year," he demanded.
"Diamonds and vacations," she requested.
"You know, this could be he start of a beautiful relationship."
"Or the end of a strong friendship."
"Always the optimist, Blair."
"Sorry, acquired taste from hanging out with you for four years," she mocked.
"You're cute," he muttered.
"I'd have to be to be with you, wouldn't I?"
"Good answer," he said.
"I know," she replied. He chuckled, draping his arm around her shoulders. She sighed leaning into him naturally. She knew in her heart that one of them was right She just wasn't so sure which one it would be.
©Dezi. While I wrote everything above, the basis for it does not belong to me. I don't own Gossip Girl, The Upper East Side, or its characters. I only own the strange universe that I have placed them in.