Title: I Won't Forget

Author: Shelby

Summary: She smiles her eyes locking with his to know that she is serious,"I'm serious, when you put your mind to it,there's not much that can stop the great Chuck Bass."His smirk fades and a soft smile replaces it on his lips as he breathes,"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." CB Oneshot may become a twoshot

A/N: Warning if you do not want to read something sad stop here! Also please review because this may become a two-shot in which it would be in Chuck's POV, after reading it may make that seem confusing, but I will show you how, if you review saying you want more. Enjoy and R&R!

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Blair yawns as she finishes a page in her book. She sighs closing it, she really is tired. She places it on the nightstand next to his picture and turns off the light. Darkness consumes the room and only the moonlight shines in on her bed. She snuggles her face into her pillow, closing her eyes...

"How's the book?" his voice comes faintly from the other side of her.

She remains calm not yet turning to face him as she responds quietly, "Okay," she sighs as if she will stop, but instead continues, "the main characters relationship is completely fictional though." She turns in bed to face him her voice raising above a whisper, "It's nothing like the classics I love to watch where the true opposites, yet more alike than they think couples end up together. I just hate these modern writers and their ideas of fairy tales with the golden boy and his princess, it's so... so juvenile... I mean where's the next Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy?"

He smirks his eyes locking with her as he chuckles a bit, "I asked how the book was Blair, not for a book report."

She smiles rolling her eyes, "Sorry I guess I get a little too passionate about these things."

He nods, "Well if you're one thing it's passionate," his dark eyes glimmer in the moonlight as he smirks, "among many other amazing things," his voice drops low at this innuendo.

She smirks, "I guess that might be one thing we have in common," he smirks and she quickly adds, "The passionate part of course."

He chuckles a bit, "Okay..."

She smiles her eyes locking with his, to know that she is serious, "I'm serious, when you put your mind to it, there's not much that can stop the great Chuck Bass."

His smirk fades and a soft smile replaces it on his lips as he breathes, "That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

Blair smiles as-a-matter-of-factly, "Well it's true," she then rolls her eyes smiling, "You might not always do the right or nicest thing... but you always see it through."

He chuckles at first, but then his face once again goes serious as he smiles softer, scooting closer to her. She can almost feel his breath on her neck as he whispers, "You know I like these times when we just lie here like this... just talking."

Her first response is to make a comment that he is a liar and enjoys when they aren't talking in bed much more, but when she sees his face she doesn't. She smiles softly staring into his deep brown eyes, "I like them too."

He smiles, "I can't wait until we live together... you're Mrs. Bass and we can do this every night..." his smile is hopeful and it breaks her heart. Her eyes fall away from his as she swallows, avoiding his eyes. He frowns in confusion, "Blair... what's wrong?"

She inhales deeply before looking back up at him, her face serious, "That's never going to happen," she practically whispers.

He looks on her confused, quirking an eyebrow, he almost looks innocent. Like a little boy as he questions her, "Why not?"

She sighs, closing her eyes for a minute, before she opens them to respond. Her voice is still calm as she answers, "Because you died Chuck."

He frowns more in confusion, his face showing he doesn't understand, "But I'm lying right here beside you?"

Her heart breaks and she averts her eyes upward trying to hold in the tears. She quickly wipes one as it threatens to pour out. She then looks at him her voice quiet again, "It's not real... you're just in my memories... it's all I have now."

He frowns looking away from her before turning back towards her, his voice hopeful and nervous once more, "Well does that mean I can't come back and visit?" his voice breaks a bit at the end, it reminds her of a long time ago when his voice was changing.

She smiles a soft sad smile, her eyes not leaving his this time, "Whenever you want Chuck."

He smirks, "And you promise you won't forget me Blair?"

She smiles at him nodding, "How could I forget the great Chuck Bass?"

He nods his voice fading a bit, "Okay... I gotta go now." He sits up a bit, "See you in your dreams?" he questions, the tone in his voice sounding as if he needs her approval again.

She smiles, "You know it." His hand touches hers and for a moment it's as if she can really feel it. And then as he steps off the bed his figure fades away from her. She turns back over facing her nightstand again, looking on at his picture.

"You know I love you..." his voice echo's in the distance.

She smiles closing her eyes, "I know Chuck... I know." With that she closes her eyes. She thinks for a moment before she falls asleep that things would never be the same, she would never be the same. The day Chuck Bass died was the day a piece of Blair died as well. This was all she had now, her dreams, so she squeezed her eyes shut and drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: I know it was sad, but I had a dream about something like this and I thought it could have real potential with Chuck and Blair. Please tell me what you think! For I may turn it into a two-shot, I won't tell you how I would do it, but it would be in Chuck's POV.