he was？
“You want to steer； or should I？” Chuck asked； gesturing to the sled。
“I don’t care。” Blair plunked down on the toboggan。 She crossed her arms； then uncrossed them； remembering she wasn’t supposed to care about Nate anymore。 Chuck sat down behind her； stretching out his long legs and crossing them over hers。
“Actually； I’ve had enough。” Blair stood up abruptly。 “I’m wet and freezing and I’m going inside；” she huffed； stomping toward the garage。 What twenty…year…olds sledded for fun？ Serena’s lame boyfriend had the right idea to drink wine in the library instead of ing sledding。 Maybe she’d go join him。
Jealousy loves pany。
when the lights go out
Blair stormed into the sunken living room and flicked on the Tiffany lamp on the end table。 Nothing happened。 “Don’t tell me the fucking power is out。”
“Do you know where the fuse box is？” Chuck asked； ing up behind her。
“Hey。” Dan emerged from the library。 “Do you know where the fuse box is？” he asked。
Blair shook her head。 Why did boys care so much about fuse boxes？
“I’m going to bed；” she announced haughtily。
Dan nodded； squinting past Blair into the darkness。 He could hear Serena； Jenny； and Nate taking off their boots in the kitchen。 Dan suddenly felt guilty for abandoning them。 He and Vanessa had been texting for the past few hours； volleying remember…whens and would…you…rathers back and forth。 He hadn’t even noticed that the power had gone off until Blair stomped in。 It made him worried that there might have been other things he hadn’t noticed。
Like that his little sister’s all grown up？
“I think we should all go to bed；” Blair added； stamping out the memory of Nate’s hands around Jenny’s waist on the hill。 It was the last t