This story is written in inspiration from Chuck and Blair's 5 year mark (10/7/07-10/7/11) and SaveChuckBlair's celebration. I might write another chapter about Nate and Serena if people like these. Leave comments =) Happy limoanniversary!
An eight-year-old Blair Waldorf awoke to the small hum of her radiator on a brisk November morning. Her small brown eyes glanced at her best friend Serena Van der Woodsen, who lied next to her, dressed in her navy Juicy Catore sweat suit in a deep slumber. On Blair's left side was Nate Archibald who wore nothing but his plaid boxers. Blair smiled. She loved it when Nate fell asleep in his boxers. He was so darn cute with his tousled blonde hair and long eyelashes. Blair had the biggest crush on Nate, ever since Kindergarten. Maybe even before that. Once when they were playing dressup, she pretended she was marrying Nate. When Dorota read to her books about princesses and far off lands, she imagined Nate as the prince, saving her from her penthouse in New York City and whisking her away to a far off land where they would live happier ever after. Next to Nate lied Chuck Bass, whose body was half off of the bed. Blair rolled her eyes. Chuck was such a wild sleeper. She never let him sleep next to her because every time she woke up, he would be right on top of her. Blair loved it when her three best friends slept over. Every time all of their parents had an event to go to, the four kids had a sleepover. Usually, it was at the Waldorf Penthouse but sometimes it was at other houses too. However, Dorota was really good at taking care of the children thus making it more appropriate setting for the sleepover. Blair knew her mom and dad would probably not be back until one in the afternoon because usually they stayed at a flat they had in the city and the limo would be outside to take her friends home at two o clock. The sleepovers happened so frequently, it was almost a part of everyday life. Sometimes, if the parents wanted a night to themselves, they just sent their children to the Waldorf's. Blair squinted through the dark at her clock. It was six o clock in the morning. Dorota did not wake up until seven to prepare breakfast. Blair was starving and there was no way she was going to fall back asleep with an empty stomach. Blair rolled over Serena, not being careful at all knowing what a heavy sleeper she is, and put on her furry rope that was hanging on her bathroom door.
Putting her hair up into a sloppy bun, Blair padded down the staircase and into the kitchen. Being too small to reach the cabinet, she climbed up onto the counter and reached for the handle. All of the sudden, she heard a voice behind her say, "Good morning beautiful." Out of surprise, Blair fell off the counter and onto the floor.
"Chuck!" Blair screeched, forgetting about the people still sleeping.
"Are you okay?" He asked, staring at her lying strewn on the tile floor.
"I'm fine." She mumbled, standing up and wiping wisps of her chestnut hair out of her face.
Chuck grinned at her and muffled a laugh. Blair rolled her eyes at him. At age eight, Blair's had more sass than Summer on One Tree Hill. Chuck brought out her sassiest side. She loved to push him around. Chuck gazed out the window.
"Have you ever seen a sunrise?" he asked her, still gazing out the window with his deep brown eyes.
"No. I usually am not up this early." Blair exclaimed, turning to look out the window.
"Then come on!" Chuck said as he grabbed Blair's hand and pulled her towards the fire escape.
"Where are we going!" Blair hissed as her and Chuck climbed the fire escape stairs.
The morning air whipped against her face as Chuck pulled her up the cold black stairs. The stairs ended and Blair realized that they were on the rooftop of her apartment building. She had never been up there before; she had never known it even existed.
Chuck mused, "You've never been up her before huh. There's one of these in every apartment building. They're great for watching sunsets…and a really good place to hide from your parents."
He led Blair over to a stone ledge and they both sat down to watch the sunset. All of the sudden, the sun peeked out from the hundreds of buildings in the quiet city. It seemed illuminate the city in only a matter of seconds. Purples and oranges were fading in the backdrop; their color bursting through the faded blue. The Upper East Side was awakening now. It was marking a new day, November 7th.
"It's breathtaking." Blair murmured, entranced in the sunrises' beauty.
Chuck smiled and looked over at Blair. It seemed as though the sunrise and her delicate frame seemed to paint a symmetrical painting. He had never noticed how beautiful she truly was until that moment. It seemed as though the world had stopped moving, time had stopped ticking, and his brain had stopped thinking. He couldn't explain to himself what was happening. He was wearing nothing but one of Nate's undershirts and plaid pants, but he felt so warm inside. Blair turned her head and looked down, realizing Chuck and her were still holding hands, and slowly moved her hand out of his warm grasp. Blair felt like she was entranced, and not by the sunset anymore. She was somehow entranced by Chuck. She felt as though their hands intertwined them in a way she could not explain. There was a silence between them as they breathed slowly. What had just happened? Why did they both feel this way? After all, they were only eight years old. Blair looked up at Chuck and gazed into his deep brown eyes. She felt and urge she had never felt before. Not with Nate, not with any other boy. She felt the urge to kiss him. Chuck felt the urge too. Blair slowly leaned into him, her heart racing. Chuck felt like he was going to hurl right over the side of the building. His stomach was filled with butterflies that fluttered rapidly. Suddenly, Blair stopped leaning in. She ripped herself out of fate's path and sat upright. Chuck offered her a smile, but deep inside he was screaming. Blair smiled back at him, her insides screaming too.
"Let's go eat. I bet Nate and Serena are awake now and Dorota probably has breakfast ready." Blair exclaimed, standing up and trying not to meet Chuck's gaze.
"Sounds good. I'm starving!" Chuck said as he headed towards the steps.
Neither one of them spoke of this event ever again. Blair and Chuck forced that morning out of their memory and moved on. Fate would try to intervene the two, but they would keep pushing it away. However, the spark became a flame on November 7th, 2007 during a fateful night at Victor Victrola. And the flame will never die down, no matter how much water is poured onto it. Because what Chuck and Blair have is a bond like no other. They are magnetic. They feel the undeniable pull towards each other. Sometimes, fate is stronger than what is expected.
I know its not good, but it is my first fanfiction EVER (yeah i know wow) so leave me some constructive criticism. If you want a SereNate chapter, I think its in the oven ;) At first this was a oneshot, but now I'm thinking of making it a series.
-written by becca (xUltraVioletBlur, RauhlPrincess)