A/N: So this is my first Gossip Girl and Twilight crossover! :) Since in my opinion, there are times when Blair doesn't deserve Chuck, and Edward shouldn't even dare think of getting Bella back, I intertwine two destinies. :)) Read and enjoy!

It's been months. Blair was with Louie, with not even a prayer of chance of getting back with Chuck again. Chuck still waits, though secretly it feels hopeless. He can't help but hope. She's everything valuable and beautiful in his cold, materialistic world. And being in New York seemed even worse now, with Gossip Girl and the NY Spectator documenting every move the 'Royal Couple' made. It is stifling.

He needed to escape, but how? He needed time to regroup before he lost his senses. Los Angeles was nice, but not enough. Then Nate suggested that he travel around the world again. Chuck would've loved to, but almost everywhere in the world reminded him of Blair. In Paris, the city of love... In Italy, where her favorite macaroons were made... It just hurt too much.

Then Humphrey, surprisingly enough, gave him a good, if not unthinkable for a Bass, idea. "Go on a road trip. Around the whole U.S of A. Maybe it would help you rise up from that depression of yours," he offered. Immediately, in Chuck's mind, a plan began to form. He would bring Monkey along, and they would cruise around the country. Adrenaline began to seep within his veins at the prospect of freedom, a concept he had never grasped in years.

He hopped in his car, with a suitcase of clothes, Monkey's necessities, and his credit cards primed up and ready to use. God knows how he longed to be free. Not five minutes of his departure, Gossip Girl sent tongues wagging with her (or his, though it was unlikely) blunt blast: Upper East Siders, we've got C on the loose all over our glorious country. And who is to blame with C's errant behavior? Why, only our own Lonely Boy. But really, a roadtrip? Maybe C does need to readjust his screws.

Chuck didn't give a damn. Nothing could change his mind now. Not even if his reputation nursed a crushing blow. He was unpredictable. On the way to Washington, he received dozens of texts.

Good luck, man. N

One piece of advice, Chuck. Don't stop at taverns and try to outdrink bikers. No one can. Dan

You are insane! Mom's worried sick! S

Chuck, I realize I can't stop you, but please, take care of yourself. Lily.

Bass, what are you thinking? Well, I can't stop you from doing whatever you please. Just remember, take care of yourself. I wouldn't want to open my newspaper in Monaco and read, 'Charles Bass, dead'. B

The last one stung, reminding him that even though she showed she cared, she still was staying with Louie. Maybe because he wasn't an impulsive bastard.

He stopped over in some place called Port Angeles. It wasn't like New York, but he couldn't call it a small town, either. He spent three days there, taking in sights, eating out in strange restaurants, and walking around with Monkey. The next day, he reached an even smaller town. He nearly spat out his mocha latte when he was told it was called Forks.

He was brought to the chief of police for speeding and laughing at the town's name, but the chief was kind and let him off easy. A warning and an invitation for dinner at his place. Not wanting to seem rude and look bad in front of the chief, he accepted.

He followed the chief's cruiser to a quiet house. The house looked lived in, to say the least. A rusty red truck that seemed larger than life was in the driveway. Chuck parked, and got out with Monkey. The chief, Charlie, he wanted to be called, didn't mind having Monkey around. He did warn Chuck not to let him loose in the woods.

He entered the fragrant house, and was struck immediately at how cozy it was. It wasn't immaculately designed, but it was homey. In the kitchen, there was a slender woman setting up the table. Four plates, he noticed. Though one plate was set on the floor, not on the table, and Chuck understood it was for Monkey. He politely voiced his gratitude. The slender woman turned, and he was struck by her simplistic beauty.

She has soft brown hair that flowed past her shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed alive with compassion and her skin was untarnished ivory. "I'm Bella, Chief Swan's daughter," she introduced herself, and her plump pink lips stretched into a smile. He shook her hand, trying to regain some of his old swagger. "Chuck Bass," he said huskily.

They had a nice, friendly dinner. He enjoyed the food, which Charlie boasted Bella made by herself. All the while, it was a casual, fun affair. He almost hated to go. He felt this family's coziness and warmth, and he absolutely longed for it. When Bella said, "Don't be a stranger, okay, Chuck? Come back whenever you want," Chuck nodded solemnly and showed her how New Yorkers said goodbye: a peck on the cheek. She blushed.

The next day, Chuck was there again, with Bella. They talked about everything: New York, Forks, Monkey, and others. At the end, Chuck was once again struck; she wasn't only pretty, she was smart as hell too. But he saw the melancholy that lingered under the smiles and flippancy. He correctly guessed the reason: a broken heart. Bella only nodded. And something tied them together that day, the mutual understanding of each other's pain.

Charlie found them in the kitchen, as Bella attempted to teach Chuck how to cook, teased him of being a 'slick, city guy who can't even turn on the stove without jumping away like a frightened rabbit.' He stoutly replied, "Men don't cook," but she retorted, "No help in cooking, no food." Chuck grabbed an onion.

He spent a month there, basking in the simple joy he felt in Bella's presence. They walked around the beach, chasing Monkey and his flapping leash, buying books at Port Angeles and sharing insights. Chuck felt better and better everyday.

But eventually, he had to continue his roadtrip. He promised he would return; he swore he would see her again. Tears in her eyes, Bella swore that if he didn't, she would hunt him down with her father's shotgun. He said he wouldn't even dream of forgetting about her. "City guy, don't you dare," she tried to tease. "I won't forget," he promised. And he did.

The next months of his roadtrip was hell. He stopped by Jacksonville, Florida, and met childlike Renee. She gushed at the fact that he was Bella's friend. And he spent a week there with her and her husband, recounting his days in Forks.

Feeling reckless in Texas, he went against Dan's advice and tried to outdrink a biker. He survived, only to woefully regret it the next day.

He even reached the Canadian border. But everywhere he went, it seemed like his vision was tainted with Bella. She was there, dancing freely in the waves of a Californian beach. She was there, curled up in a corner, with a book. He missed her.

The time came, and he returned to New York. Upper East Siders marveled; he was tan, even more gorgeous and laughed freely. But he turned around quickly whenever he saw a flash of brown hair.

So, what do you think? Review, please!