Chuck Bass

CHUCK BASS

I really adore the character of Chuck Bass. He is the most intriguing and I wish he were real so that I could meet him! I really loved this dream, btw, even if I doubt I would ever fall for him in real life.

So somehow Chuck and I knew each other. I was like any girl, he flirts with you and comes on to you but he really doesn’t care. We somehow started seeing more of each other though and strangely he did start to care. I started to care, too. We were good friends, flirts, if we would go places I was always on his arm, that sort of thing, but it was nothing serious. At least not obviously.

We started to get more serious about each other and it was becoming more and more apparent to us and to our friends. I was weird to them because, well, I’m me, and he’s Chuck Bass. We shouldn’t mix. But we did. We were at some place that has a tone of escalators to get you from one level to the next, it was really weird. Well, we were with a couple of other people, mostly ones that I know. We were suppose to be leaving, his car was waiting for us. I was saying goodbye and he headed down. I was suppose to be right behind him. But then a friend of our called on one of the other girl’s cell phones and it was an ‘emergency’ so I waited a minute to talk to her and calm her down. It took about five or six minutes. I didn’t call or text Chuck to tell him I’d be a few minutes. Finally I can leave so I headed down, and Chuck was gone.

Now, if you know Gossip Girl you know Chuck. I made him wait, and he would not like that. I head down and I don’t see him. I head outside, and I don’t see the car [well, limo, of course]. I call him but he doesn’t answer. I’m not sure why he left but I know I need to find him and talk to him. So, I start heading back upstairs, calling for him. Along the way I actually run into Chris Burden [2.0], strange enough. He hears me shouting for Chuck and comes over, confused. I ask if he’s seen Chuck, and he asks why I care. I tell him that I need to find him and am freaking out a bit. He’s very confused and calling after me why I’d want to find someone like Chuck. I ignore him and keep going.

I finally have to give up. I had stopped looking for him a while ago and ended up sitting down and trying to call him, call his house, anything. No answer.

A few hours later I get home. I was in college and staying in a dorm with two other girls who I don’t really like. They are annoying and pretty much sluts and just not my type of person. But of course, they are the ones who introduced me to Chuck. I get to the dorm and they are laughing. One is in only a towel, looks like she just showed. I don’t think about it and drop my stuff on my bed and check my phone again. I ask if they have seen Chuck. They suddenly get quiet, but still grinning. The one has that cat that ate the canary look on her face. I realize what happened. The girl, tall, think, blonde, annoying face, use to be one of Chuck’s little flings. And apparently she was again tonight. I knew it was him trying to get back at me, and it worked for the girls to get on my nerves, too.

I leave and end up crashing at a friend’s house for the night. The next day I go to his house to find him. I can’t remember details, but I do find him, we argue a little, and somehow something happens to him that like, cuts up or burns the side of his face? Idk, it was weird. It isn’t bad but the right side of his face is a little red and has a few cuts on it now. I know we didn’t fight, but I also know that I’m indirectly responsible for it. I leave. Well, he kicks me out.

I return a few days later. He’s outside, getting ready to leave and his face looks better but it’s still red. It’s sunny out, his driver just opened his door and he’s getting in. Now, the driver is cool and likes me, so even though Chuck is trying to get away, he takes his time getting to his seat so I have time to stop Chuck. I can tell he’s pissed.

He gets out after I bug him for a few minutes, albeit grudgingly. I tell him I’m sorry about what happened and touch his face. He doesn’t cringe. I try to smile. I kiss his cheek and take his hand. He still seems unsure, but he lets me get into the limo with him. For a minute we just sit there, just holding hands. I feel like it’s okay again so I lean against him a little, head on his shoulder. Who knew Chuck Bass could be sweet and romantic. Ha. He rests his head on mine and jokes that if I keep this up he’s gonna have to marry me. I laugh. The car starts to move.

We end up back at that place [I feel like it’s a mall or something cause a lot of people go there to hang out] with all the escalators. We start walking around, talking a little, hanging out. Not much of his crowd goes here which makes it easier to get him to open up a little. We’re holding hands, and I actually see him smile [well, Chuck Bass doesn’t smile, he smirks, but still]. Finally we get to a stopping point and he kisses me. Neither of us say anything and then we keep walking, talking a little, catching up. Then of course, because it’s Chuck Bass, some stupid guy with a camera starts asking, “is that your girlfriend? Can I get a picture? What’s her name?” Normally Chuck Bass with most girls would say No, No, and I Don’t Know. For me he says Yes, No, and It’s none of your business. We keep walking but the guy follows us, so finally we both just say, “Fine, get a damn picture, and figure out the name for yourself.” So Chuck actually holds me like he cares about me, not just one arm around the waist like he’s claiming me like he does with most girls, and we take a nice picture. We never care to find out who he works for or if he got the pictured printed or figured out my name, but we don’t care.

And we lived happily ever after, the end =D

Hahaha.