promise you will go down my neck just like those pills and your cigarette

Fandom: Gossip Girl (show-based)
Genre: Angst/romance
Pairings: Chuck/Serena, Chuck/Blair, slight Nate/Serena
Rating: PG-13
Status: One-shot; complete
Word count: 1,392

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the title *sad face*. It's the name of a song by Explosions in the Sky.
AN: I've loved the idea of a Chuck/Serena pairing ever since the first episode. In fact, I am a die-hard C/S shipper (and the only one out of all my friends *sob*). Here is my little contribution to the cause. It's majorly angsty because, well, I was alternating between OneRepublic's "Come Home" and Tori Amos' "Northern Lad" and "Hey Jupiter" while writing it (except for the, ehrm, sexy-ish parts, which I would never have gotten through without Serge and Charlotte Gainsbourg's "Lemon Incest" *wink wink*). I hope I didn't go overboard, but please tell me if I did! I actually haven't gotten any sleep yet because I stayed up all night working on this story before taking care of stuff at school and then chilling with friends at the mall afterwards. And, yes, that was your lame and pointless personal anecdote of the day. Feedback (be it positive or negative) is much appreciated.

Summary: When your walls crumble, you don't always have the strength to rebuild. At least, not immediately.