Butterflies?

Finished my biology test paper early that day at school, and I couldn't do anything -obviously. LOL! So I sat there, running the gossip girl scenes about in my head. And, I got a brainwave and translated them into stories. Well, I actually just changed it from movie form to book form. Here's one.
Oh, and both are scenes with Chuck and Blair. :P


[gossip girl (Season 1- 17 candles)]

Butterflies?
-Blair’s Point Of View.

I stared out at the highway from the balcony where I stood. Cars sped across, with their headlights guiding the way.
Footsteps. Coming my way.
Please don’t let it be Chuck, please don’t let it be Chuck.
‘You ready for your present?’
Chuck.
I spun over and grabbed his hair. [property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]

‘Ow.’
Surprised.
‘-If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was ask!’
Really?
The side of his head was parallel to the balcony’s wall. I didn’t let go.

‘Hey, Blair,’
A girl’s voice. I turned over.
‘Hi! Hello there.’ I replied, letting go of Chuck. He sprang back up. ‘Happy birthday to me!’ I added.
She just walked away. I sighed and turned back to Chuck.
‘You nauseate me,’ I told him, pushing strands of stray hair away from my face.

‘All this talk about how you have to be with Nate or the world would end,’ Chuck said into my face. ‘Face it – it’s over!’
I looked at him, half puzzled.
‘You sound like a jealous boyfriend,’ I told him, turning back to stare at the highway.
He scoffed. ‘Yeah, right. You wish,’ he swallowed and shifted his body to lean against the wall.
I turned my gaze slowly to him. I could see that there was a slight flush of pink under his cheeks even though it was quite dark then. What did he want?
I looked at him suspiciously. He did not turn. It was my turn to scoff.
‘No. You wish!’ I retorted.
This, made him turn.
‘Please!-’ he said, like it was only too obvious. ‘-You forget who you’re talking to.’ And he looked away again, like there was something that he could not let me see.
‘So do you,’ I said, which made him turn back.
Thoughts ran around in my head. And suddenly, something clicked. But Chuck? And not just any Chuck – Chuck Bass! Impossible.
I decided to test him. That would probably tell if I was wrong.
‘Do you – like me?’ I asked.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was Chuck Bass. But…but he had never acted all funny like this before.
He stared at me, and then said, ‘Define like.’
This was probably the most shocking thing I have ever heard in my life.
‘I – I – ’ I stuttered. ‘You have got to be kidding me. I do not believe this.’ I turned towards the highway again.
He did not look at me while I was saying that, but he tilted his head back before turning back to face me. [property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]
‘How do you think I feel?’ he demanded. ‘I haven’t slept. I feel sick. Like there’s something in my stomach – fluttering!’
Fluttering??!
Totally mortified, I asked, ‘Butterflies?’
He was staring straight ahead.
‘Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.’ I walked –almost subconsciously- to his other side whereas he turned his back to me. ‘This is not happening.’
‘Believe me. No one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.’ I don’t know whether it was supposed to be consoling or what, but it didn’t work.
‘Chuck,’ I told him severely. ‘You know, that I adore all of God’s creatures and the-’ I rolled my eyes. ‘-metaphors that they all inspire. But-’ I clenched my fist. ‘-those butterflies, have got to be murdered.’
He was staring at the ground, but at the word murdered, he turned his head up towards me.
He walked a step forward and faced me, his face just a few inches from mine.
‘Fine.’ He sounded a little pissed. ‘It wasn’t that great anyway.’
Like I cared.
‘Thanks.’ I replied anyway, sarcastically.

[property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]
12th March 2009