.:You Know You Love Me:. (Chuck Bass) 17

After I was finish talking with Nate, I went back to my room to get ready for bed to only find my cellphone ringing. I picked it with a, "Hello?"

Who would be calling me at this time? It was almost eleven.

"Hey, there sweetie," The voice sounded slurred and unsteady.
"Um, hi," I was confused. What kind of weirdo calls a girl in the middle of the night drunk? These are the days I wish I had checked the name.
"Sweetie, why don't," He started out, "you come down here."
The voice started to sound familiar. Wait, can this weirdo be, "Chuck?"
"Come down," He whined.
"Hey, can you come down and pick up your friend," A man said on the other end of the phone.
I took in a breath, "Is he that bad?"
"Yeah, I don't know what happened, but he kept taking in a drink, then another one. Now he's pretty much gone," The man told me.
"Where?"
He told me the place and I was on my way, of course I took a cab and soon enough I was there. I marched myself inside glancing left and right to find Chuck. "Chuck?" I shouted.
Heads turned towards me, as well as a wave from the bartender. I ran up towards him, "Where is he?" My voice full with worry.
"I knew you would come," I felt someone bang into me. "You never disappoint me, but I always seem to upset you." He laid an arm around my waist.
"Thanks," I whispered towards the bartender, then I took my leave with Chuck. "Chuck, why don't we go to your place."
"Hey, is there something going on with you and the bartender!" Chuck yelled back towards the bar doors, before going into the cab.
"Chuck, No. I'm only seeing one guy and for some strange reason he's drunk at the moment." I said to myself, mostly. I gave the cab the direction to Chuck's place. "Chuck where's your key?" I asked him, before the cab reached the building.
"You'll have to find it," Chuck slurred in a whisper, I guess trying to be sexy which he wasn't at the moment.

"Chuck, just give me the key," I stictly said.
He didn't say anything.
"Chuck the key!" I glared at him.
He gave me a look of disgust, before holding up a key above my head. "A kiss?"
"No," I yanked the key out of his hand right when the taxi stopped infront of Chuck's place.
"Here you go," The driver said.
"Thanks," I handed him the money, then dragged Chuck out of the cab.

"Where are we?"
"At you place," I made him lean on me, so he wouldn't fall down, while rapping an arm around his waist.
At the elevator, I had Chuck lay against the wall to open up the door. Once in we dove for his bed. "Ok, here we are," I let out a heavy breath.
He turned his head towards me, "God, I love you. How did I ever get so lucky?"
I froze, "What? Chuck, you're drunk. You are talking nonsense."
"No, I mean it," He moved a hair out of my face. "You're so perfect and I'm so---"
"Drunk. Chuck, you're drunk," I got up, taking off Chuck's pants. "Don't read anything into this. You can't sleep in your cloths. You would kill youself the next morning, because of it." I left him in his boxers. His shirt was off. "Now you need to get in bed." I thought about it before, I pulled the covers over on one side then moved him over to that one side, then just pulled the covers over him. "There. My business is done," I let out a sigh. I kissed him on the forehead, "Sleep."
Before, I walked away I felt a hand around my wrist, "Stay. I want to see you in the morning." His eyes were closed.
I just stared at him as I thought about it. All I could do was smile, "Ok."
He returned that same smile, before he passed out. I decided to sleep on his couch with a blanket and a pillow. I was still upset with him or at least upset with myself.

The next morning, I woke up to a snoring Chuck. He usually got like this, after he drank. I walked over towards the phone to call for room services. For the basics: Pancakes and Coffee. They helped with the hangovers, at least they always helped me.
They said it was going to be ready in a half hour.
I went to take a shower and just get back into the cloths I came in.
After, my shower I saw Chuck staring at the room service cart. "What is this?" He asked me in a whisper.
"Food," I smiled.
"And why are you here?" He stared over at me confused.
He was now probably pissed at me again. "You were drinking and you called me. Why I don't know, but you did. Bartender said you were wasted and said I should come down and get you. So I did. Then you wouldn't let me go home, other stuff, too, but here I am. If you don't want me here than I can go," I put on a fake smile. I didn't want to go, but if he was still mad then I should leave.
"Stay. You might as well," Chuck said. "Why is this here?" He pointed towards the food.
"For you," I smiled. I walked over to the cart and picked up the plate of pancakes. I sat down on the bed next to Chuck. I put a piece on a fork, "Eat." I demanded. "It's good for the hangover."
He groaned. He wasn't the kind for pancakes.
"Chuck," I glared at him. "I'll start yelling."
He took a bite from the fork. I put another piece on it. He ate it again.
"Good boy," I smiled.
"Why did you come?" Chuck asked after a few minutes.
"Huh? You're my boyfriend and more importantly my friend," I said putting another piece on the fork. "Believe it or not, but I get worried about you. You're important to me. You always have been, Chuck." I told him. I rethought about what I said and first word that came into my head was crap.
"I'm sorry," He said taking another bite.
"Huh?" I was getting a little confused.
"For yesturday. I didn't mean to get upset at you. It wasn't your fault," Chuck glanced over at me.
"It's alright, Chuck," I smiled. "You're forgiven. Now tell me what happened? We had school today."
Chuck look down at his hands laying in his lap. "Isn't it obvious?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Look, I was upset about my father and the way he treated you. Then the way I treated you. Also, because he decided he doesn't want to have dinner anymore." He told me.
I laid the last of pancakes on the bed and caressed my hand on his cheek. "Chuck it doesn't matter. I was worried. I thought--"
He broke my sentence, "I'm not mad. Not at you."
"Good," I smirked. "I'm glad."
He leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the lips, but it tasted like terrible. I'm good with the drinks, but this was terrible.
"Next time brush your teeth before kissing me," I whispered towards him.
He smirked, "Maybe you'll just have to deal."
He kissed me again and this time I didn't even mind the taste. The only thing I could think about was having Chuck back.