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Alright here’s the inayofuata chapter. Sorry again for the late update, I’ve been swamped in with homework and tests (STILL! ERGGGH!) I know,,, and exams aren’t even coming yet, well ….kinda…
So, hopefully this will meet most of everyone’s approval. Inspired kwa one of my favourite show, My Wife and Kids.
And OF COURSE as always thank wewe for all your beautiful reviewsJ wewe have no idea what that means to me when I get an barua pepe saying that someone had reviewed my story/favoured/alerted.
Priceless.
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3:00 pm.
Serena and Blair came back from their bathroom break, opening the door and making their way through the miniscule car.
“Hi Waldorf.” Chuck greeted slyly.
Blair just wrinkled her nose in disgust flipping her delicate coffee brown hair at him and went to sit inayofuata to Serena.
Blair’s stomach was burning with rage. How could he just act like everything was fine?!! He thinks everything can just automatically go away if there was a problem he couldn’t fix. Usually kwa now Blair would be answering him and giving into him. But not this time. She put her foot firmly down.
Chuck sighed. This was harder then he had hoped for.
“What’s wrong Waldorf?” Chuck asked as if he didn’t know.
“YOU KNOW DAMN STRAIGHT WHAT IS WRONG!” Blair snapped at him, pushing her face only a few centimetres apart from his.
That was a great silent treatment she cursed to herself.
Chuck’s expression was unreadable. He himself couldn’t tell his own emotions either. His eyes were softened at how much he saw her pain hiding away from her fierce frail body. But a playful smirk was dangling on his lip at her attempt of the silent treatment.
“I knew wewe couldn’t stand a dakika without me.” He slurred playfully.
“Shut up Bass, I don’t want to talk to you.” Blair whispered losing her eye contact with him.
Chuck’s face slightly dropped as he slowly pleaded.
“Blair…please I was just…”
“Just what? wewe were just what Chuck?” Blair swirled back at him tears rimming around her shiny glacy eyes as Chuck looked away.
It was silent. Chuck slowly looked around the car feeling uncomfortable, finding three pairs of eyes starring intensely and curiously at them listening in on their conversation.
“YES?? May I help you!?” Chuck glowered at them.
All three of them turned their back pretending to be distracted, Dan and Nate trying to make conversation, and Serena pretending to examine her perfect manicured nail.
Blair turned her back to him as well wiping away the dangerous tears that were slowly slipping onto her velvet cheek.
“Blair..” He whispered again touching her arm while she pulled it away roughly.
He tried again except this time gripping onto her hand, swirling little circles with his thumb against her palm.
“I’m sorry.” he rasped out.
Blair’s back continued to face him.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated.
“I’m so--”
“You know what?” Blair cut him off.
“I hate that fucking word. Sorry. Sorry. That’s all I hear. wewe know what I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for being imperfect, I’m sorry for not being good enough. I’m sorry for getting myself into this fucking mess. I‘m sorry that no one cares about me!” Blair cried trying to catch her breath as her tears planted onto the floor.
Chuck couldn’t stand this. He knew damn well the way she was killing herself, she was really killing him. Why was it so damn hard to not be afraid. Why was it? Fear filled his body from head to toe, that he could literally feel his blood swirm around him uncomfortably. But this was for Blair. Blair. Blair made him escape from his own fear, helping him becoming a better stronger man for her everyday. Because…well…because he..
“Blair, I upendo you.” Chuck breathed.
Serena, Dan and Nate immediately turned their direction back to them listening off the edge of their seats.
“And wewe know what, wewe are a snotty, stuck up basstard, who only cares for himself and----wait….. what did wewe say?..” Blair asked hesitantly making sure if she heard that right, au if it was another one of her daily ndoto dreams.
“Ouch Waldorf, I say I upendo wewe and wewe call me a snotty bastard?” Chuck chuckled softly.
“I Chuck Bass, fucking upendo wewe Blair Waldorf.” He boomed this time enunciating on upendo holding her steadily kwa her waist.
Blair just sat there stoned. She felt dizzy. She gasped for air. Time felt like it had literally stopped as her mind starting rewinding back listening to each word he alisema one kwa one. She slowly lifted her eyes to meet with his. His warm eyes searching into her kusoma every thought, exposing every emotion that she left unsaid. The universe had stopped working, and her body had stopped moving. The only thing left working was her heart.
He smiled at her squinted uncertained eyes.
“Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you.” Chuck laughed throwing all his fear away.
He first grabbed his phone and scrolled down to his contacts deleting all the female contacts on his orodha except for hers.
“Chuck…you didn‘t have to do that..”
“Of course I did Blair.” Chuck smiled.
“And what, do wewe expect me to futa all my male contacts on my phone now?” Blair asked.
“No worries Waldorf. I already had the pleasure to do so.”
“You BASSHOLE!” Blair laughed charging after him taking him down pinning him against the seat.
“Is there something with us and cars?” Chuck asked smiling at her attempt to hold him down while he grabbed her small waist carefully flipping her over to her back side.
She squealed now looking up at him slowing down her breathing as Chuck spoke.
“I know this isn’t how wewe planned me saying it this way, I know wewe wanted to be paraded with flowers and jewellery. And god knows this isn’t romantic stuck in this car with annoying 1, 2, and 3 over there. But damn it Waldorf I upendo you, and I fucking can‘t wait any longer. I fucking don’t care about anyone, but you.
“Chuck…..I…”
“PLEASE GET ON WITH IT!” Dan whined.
“SSSHHH Dan please! Nate and I are trying to listen here!” Serena shushed him.
Blair shot up giving both of them a piercing deadly look.
“To our ipods!..” Serena alisema quickly recovering.
“Wait, I don’t see any ipods out, I thought wewe two were listening to --”
“OH WILL wewe TWO SHUT UP! I’m trying to tell Chuck I upendo him!” Blair demanded.
She gasped and smothered her small hand over her o shaped mouth after she realized what she alisema out loud.
“Thanks guys….” Blair mumbled.
“Sorry.” Dan and Serena both whispered looking down.
“What did wewe say Waldorf?” Chuck asked beaming his eyebrows starting to deepen near his eyes, and his lips fumbling from where his smirk left, but was replaced with a soft smile.
“She alisema she loved wewe man!” Nate alisema smiling at Chuck.
“OKAY wewe GUYS BETTER SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I MAKE YOUR LIVES A LIVING HELL!” Blair snapped.
They all zipped their mouths shut as Blair took in another deep breath lightly pressing her lips to his cheek, holding it there.
“Bass, I upendo you. And I‘m not embarrassed to say that. I upendo wewe Chuck forever.” Blair whispered, every word vibrating on his flesh sinking in into his blood.
She could feel his moyo racing and a smile escaping through his pink tender lips.
“You know what Waldorf?” Chuck asked smiling.
“What?” Blair let out breathlessly.
“I think we should put on a onyesha for our little Marafiki here. To onyesha them what upendo really is.” Chuck alisema huskily before caressing his hands carefully down Blair’s back and pressing his lips on hers.

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“I alisema I was sorry Serena!” Blair whined to her best friend whose head was knocking on the window repeatedly.
“I don’t think bashing your head will help wewe sis.” Chuck smirked.
“I can try. Anything that can get my mind off the picha of yours and Chuck’s naked body. Especially Chuck’s.” Serena groaned repulsively to Blair.
“We told wewe to look away! It wasn’t my fault either, it was Chuck’s!” Blair giggled tugging on Chuck’s collar, alama dragging him closer towards her.
“EWWW GUYS! Dan, doesn’t this bother you?!” Serena asked outraged continuing to slam her head on the car door.
“Of course! That’s why I’m trying to squirt some water into my eyes and clean my ears from the noise I heard earlier too.”
“EWWW!” Serena whined.
“OKAY GUYS STOP!” Nate yelled breaking Chuck and Blair apart as Chuck growled in disapproval.
“Look we are very happy for wewe two, but seriously, enough PDA already.” Nate exclaimed.
“Archibald wewe didn’t know what PDA was until I told you. May I remind you, that wewe thought PDA meant personal digestive--”
“AH ENOUGH CHUCK!” Nate whipped in before letting Chuck finished. He did not want a trip down memory lane.
“Yeah, Dan and I don’t make out with each other non stop in front of wewe guys!” Serena exclaimed.
“EWWWWWW!! wewe guys actually do that?!” Blair choked.
“What? wewe think we never made out before?” Dan asked baffled slightly embarrassed.
“Yeah. I mean, Serena how do wewe kiss him non stop without choking?! That’s impossible!” Blair exclaimed in shock.
“Gotta agree with Waldorf there.” Chuck nodded his head.
“GUYS!” Serena yelled once again defending Dan.
“Alright, alright.” Blair and Chuck agreed and nodded, looking at each other holding in their mischievous giggles.

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“Archibald, Humpty-Dump, we have a problem.” Chuck informed the guys as Blair and Serena left for their bathroom breaks.
“What now?” Nate asked.
“AND PLEASE do not let this be another story about wewe and Blair.” Dan added in.
“No, actually, just to warn wewe guys, Serena and Blair are going to be zaidi crankier and emotional then usual, and Blair zaidi bitchier.” Chuck huffed.
“Actually the bitchy part I don’t mind.” Chuck reconsidered his eyes glowing, his mind imagining the endless ideas.
“What, why?! Oh noooo… PLEASE don’t tell me they’re fighting over me again.” Nate sighed rolling back into his seat.
Chuck and Dan snarled and rolled their eyes at the same time.
“Please Nathaniel. Believe it au not, they’re not. Let’s just say their monthly cycle is here again.” Chuck sighed.
“What? I don’t get it.” Dan asked confused.
“Jesus Humphrey, I know wewe are from Brooklyn but I thought wewe were at least taught that in your elementary school.” Chuck said.
“Wait, what? I’m lost.”
Chuck sighed again.
“See Humphrey, every mwezi au so, women go through their --”
“NOOOO! I DIDN’T MEAN THAT!” Dan yelled covering his ears.
“I meant how did wewe know that?” Dan said.
“Ohhhhhhh, wow Humphrey inayofuata time be zaidi specific.” Chuck snickered.
“Well I know that because I overheard Serena and Blair talking about it before going to the bathroom.” Chuck said.
“You mean wewe were eavesdropping?” Nate laughed.
“Hey I gotta keep up with Blair is doing.” Chuck smiled proudly.
“Right…But I still don’t get it, what’s so bad about their little monthly cycle?” Nate asked clueless.
“Nathaniel dear--”
“Don’t call me dear.” Nate interrupted quirking his eyebrows.
“Right. Nathaniel, there’s two cranky, emotional women stuck in a small car with us, and one who is a violent shoe killer.”
“So, just don’t get them mad.” Nate alisema simply shrugging his buff shoulders.
“To Chuck that isn’t very easy.” Dan laughed.
Right then Blair and Serena made there way back to the car and in their seats.
“So what did we miss?” Serena plopped herself down inayofuata to Dan.
“Oh not much.“ Chuck grinned.
“Well I‘m stoked for inayofuata month!” Blair laughed giddily.
“Why is that Waldorf?” Chuck asked grinning from seeing an excited Blair.
“Because, Serena and I are going to watch a national ice skating competition!” Blair squealed.
“Oh my god, umm B…. I totally forgot but….” Serena started.
“This should be good.” Chuck mumbled.
“I sort of, well Dan and I are going together….” Serena alisema sheepishly staring at the floor.
“WHAT?!!!” Blair screamed.
“S! We’ve been planning this for months!”
“I know,,, I know it’s just Dan….”
“We’re best friends. You’re always with Humphrey!” Blair shouted cutting her off.
“How about we do something else, umm like movies, au a sleepover!” Serena pleaded desperately not wanting to make this into a bigger argument.
“No S. We barely hang out anymore like we used to, it’s like we’re going different ways. How….you….said…I…and you….we….” Blair started gasping for air at every word, tears making its way down her cheek.
“B….”Serena alisema tears starting to shed as well.
“HUMPHREY THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!” Blair yelled pouncing on juu of Dan.
Chuck immediately pulled her away from Dan who was getting crushed. The only person Blair should be jumping on was him.
“SERENA! HOW COULD YOU?!!” Blair screamed pushing Chuck away from her.
“What?!! How is this my fault? I know but, Dan was there…and ….”
“UGHH! Fine bass, besi and I will go together.” Blair demanded putting her arm around Chuck’s shoulders.
“Wait, whoaaah, I am not going to watch men and women swirl in tutus on ice, unless wewe are doing the swirling.” Chuck licked his lips smirking at her.
“PERVERT! How come wewe intentionally make every sport I actually like disgusting?!! And YES wewe will go!” Blair demanded grinding her teeth together.
“First of all it’s not intentionally, it’s natural. And secondly, I don’t consider ice skating as a sport.” Chuck stated.
“Oh really, and what to the old mighty Chuck bass, besi is a decent sport?” Blair snarled at him.
“You know,,,,,,,, mpira wa kikapu ,,,,,baseball..” He alisema trying to sound confident from his slight pause.
“HA, wewe don’t even know how to play them!” Blair laughed slapping her knees.
“Waldorf, I already told wewe I have athletic-syndrome.” Chuck stated rolling his eyes.
“Oh yeah right, sorry I forgot about your so called syndrome. And I have the bass, besi syndrome.” Blair scoffed sarcastically rolling her eyes back at him.
“It’s a curse. Everyone knows wewe can’t stay away from me.” Chuck smirked at her frustrated face.
“Blair, wewe can have my ticket I don’t really care either.” Dan offered trying to break up another one of Chuck and Blair’s banter.
“WHAT?! Dan wewe promised me wewe will go!” Serena screamed at him.
“CHUCK! Why not?!” Blair screamed back at Chuck.
“CHUCK!”
“DAN!!”
“UGH!”
“UGH!”
Nate just watched from the front kiti, kiti cha the fight unfolding even zaidi while watching Serena and Blair sniffling and complaining about their boyfriends on each others shoulders and Dan and Chuck sitting there helpless fidgeting uncomfortably on their seat.
“Men..” They whimpered.
“Women..” They huffed.
“I’ll go with wewe two.” Nate suggested.
“Really?” They both alisema together looking up towards him.
“Yeah.” He alisema wrapping his broad strong arms around the two blubbering girls.
Dan and Chuck just sat there getting ready to kill Nate.
“I’ll grab his head, wewe grab his legs.” Chuck instructed, and to his surprise Dan nodded in agreement smiling wickedly.
“Jesus, never mind Humphrey wewe are too creepy like this.” Chuck mumbled as Dan just rolled his eyes.
He sighed as his moyo began giving in. au he could say melting in his body from her.
“Oh alright Waldorf, I’ll go with wewe and watch men with tutus.”
She scoffed. “It’s fine Bass, Nate has kindly volunteered. And, plus I don’t think wewe will even get it.”
“There’s nothing to get Waldorf. All there is to it is, men and women twirling in circles, over and over again and the prissy guy holding the girl in the air flashing a fake smile.”
She snarled. “You think it’s that easy? Chuck, I bet wewe couldn’t even lift me up.”
He sighed deciding to let her win the battle this time. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“WHAT!!!!” She screamed slapping him over and over again on each side of his cheek.
“OWWW Waldorf, I know I’m new to this relationship thing, but I never read anything about a girlfriend hitting her boyfriend.” Chuck yelled as he used his arms as a shield blocking an upcoming slap.
“UGGGH! Chuck wewe are hopeless! I can’t believe wewe just called me fat!” She spat.
“No, I …wait, what?!!“ Chuck howled running his fingers through his hair.
“CHUCK! I can’t believe you!” Serena hissed at her step brother stroking Blair’s head.
“When did I ever call wewe fat Waldorf?” He exclaimed.
“I said, I bet wewe couldn’t lift me up, and wewe alisema you’re right.” She scoffed, proving her point then pushed her head back onto Serena’s golden shoulder.
“No I meant--”
“SShhhh, no, wewe are telling me I’m fat Chuck. Okay I get it. wewe don’t have to make up lies. I know I’m fat, and I know I’m ugly, and I know I’m not pretty,,,,,and I know--”
Before she could say anything else, he grabbed her arms and kissed her softly and innocently on the lips before releasing her trying to catch his breath.
“I fucking hate it when wewe say that.” He alisema clenching his teeth. “You are the most beautiful women alive. I just wish wewe could see yourself like the way I see you…..which is perfect.” Chuck breathed sincerity pouring through his eyes his moyo slowing down.
“And I mean every damn word.” Chuck added knowing what she would say. She stared at him for a dakika suddenly beginning to slowly see his tense eyes starting to water. Was Chuck bass, besi actually crying over her own self-esteem? He slowly looked away, blinking back the sudden burning feeling he felt in his eyes.
Her ruby lips slowly curved up revealing a breathtaking smile, before carefully wrapping her slender arms around his neck. He inhaled her perfume trying to remember the scent forever. He closed his eyes, slowly cradling her back and forth. Was it possible for her to fit so perfectly like a jig saw piece in his arms. And not only that, but she completed his broken moyo that he thought no one could ever mend.
“How did I ever get this lucky?” She whispered before sinking her mouth into his, letting their butterflies escape from their stomach, on to the tips of their tongues, where the true sweetness really was.

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Yaay.
Sorry if anyone didn’t like the whole “I upendo you” thing that S,N,D kept ruining it, but they’re all stuck in a car so what do wewe expect? =] I tried to keep it at realistic but warm as possible. =]
And of course I’m not trying to be offensive to women. Hhahah since I am one myself. And that is what we go through…. …..(maybe in the less dramatic mode though) Pain in the ass.
Anywhooo..
R E V I E W S . A R E . L O V E D .