DYNASTY ♚ Chuck Bass

01

I sat in the back of the limo and stared out the side window with my arms crossed, making sure I looked as miserable as I felt. Why did I ever let them talk me into coming back to this city?

"C'mon kiddo stop looking so glum," my fathers raspy voice broke the silence, my eyes wandering to meet his as he spoke. "The Bass' have been a big part in all of our lives and we're here to support Lily and Charles."

A shutter moved through my body at the sound of his name, I could almost feel my brother who sat beside me wince as well. "Yeah I know," I answered in a montone voice, turning to look out the window again.

"Charles was there for you when your mother..."

"Dad I said I know," I snapped, cutting him off before he finished. Max's hand pressed against my arm as I took a deep breath and my father sat back in his seat.

"I wanna get out.." I mumbled, look back at my dad.

He sighed and shook his head, "Avery we're nearly at the penthouse and your dress for the funerals in the back."

"I'll meet you there," I muttered and leaned over to tap on the glass dividing us from our driver. "Geoffrey pull over," I spoke loud enough for him to hear.

After a few hesitant moments Geoffrey did as I said, pulling over at the side of the road. I fixed my fur coat, pulling it over my shoulder before sliding across the leather seats to open the door myself, stepping out.

"Av-" I heard my father start and then my brother say, "Just give her some time dad."

I shut the door probably a bit harder then I needed to and began stalking down the pavement sidewalk, taking my time as I headed towards the penthouse Max and I grew up in.

I was nervous but truth be told I didn't know what I was more nervous about; the fact that I was walking into my home for the first time in two years or the fact that in a few short hours I'd come face to face with the only person on this planet I never wanted to see again. And of course there was also the worry of how people were gonna act and what they were going to say about our disappearance.

Before my mind could wander anymore I began to notice peoples stares and grew uncomfortable so I pulled out my phone and looked down at it as if I was actually using it, walking a little faster towards the penthouse.

After arriving I greeted the man sitting at the front desk, noticing he wasn't the same guy we had working the front desk when we moved away.

I rode the elevator up to our suite, nodding my head to Geoffrey as I stepped out of the elevator and he stepped in, clearly done with bringing our many suitcases up from the limo.

"I'm here," I called out to inform my family, my lower lip wobbling a little as I took in the sight of my old home. Before I could make an ass of myself by crying I grabbed the suitcase I knew had my funeral outfit in it and walked up the stairs and down the hall to my room, making sure not to look at anything too long.

As I entered my room I inhaled the somewhat musky scent and silently cursed my father for not having anyone come in to clean things up before we arrived. I kicked the bedroom door shut with the heel of my pump and plopped my suitcase down, unzipping it so i had access to my outfit for the funeral.

I changed out of the clothes I was wearing and slid the black dress up around my body, moving my arms into the lace sleeves.

Afterwards I placed my Tiffanys diamond necklace around my neck and slid a pair of black pumps on, nodding to myself in the large stand up mirror that laid against my wall once my outfit was complete.

I looked over at the shut door that was attached to my bedroom and bit at my lip before taking a few hesitant steps forward, swinging the closet door open before I could think about it anymore.

I let out a deep sigh as I looked around at the hanging clothes that were left in the mass chaos of us fleeing the second after my mothers funeral.

"Oh how I've missed you," I spoke silently to the clothes I haven't worn in over two years, my hand dragging along the expensive materials as I walked along the carpeted floor of my closet.

"Talking to yourself again?" My brothers voice broke my silent mourning, my head turning to look at him with a slight pout on my lips.

"This closet is the only thing I've missed about this place... I'll have to get Geoffrey to pack them up before we head out."

"When we head out.." Max muttered more to himself than me. I raised my eyebrows and moved to cross my arms, preparing myself to speak but he beat me to it. "Right well, the limos ready and we gotta get going."

"I'll be down in a sec," I nodded my head and with that Max took his leave.

I walked over to my vanity set and sat in the chair, looking myself dead in the eyes.

"Avery Elizabeth Farrington you have got this. You will attend this funeral with good grace and then you will leave and never have to blink an eye at this city or the people in it ever again."

My attempt at a pep talk unfortunately didn't work so well but I couldn't keep my father and Max waiting any longer so I fluffed up my hair and pushed away from the vanity table, making my way downstairs.

"It's only a few short hours Avery.. How bad can it go?" I whispered to myself before meeting up with my family, a fake smile plastered on my face as we made our way down to the limo.

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Careful A, you may think you can show up for a funeral and then walk away as if you were never there but waltzing back into the lives of Manhattan's elite  won't be a piece of cake. You're bound to catch the attention of ex-best friends and ex-lovers, try not to get in over your head.

Xoxo, Gossip Girl

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A/N:

I know this is pretty short but I promise the chapters are gonna be longer, this is sort of a warm up to the book! Anyways though, if you're reading this thanks so much for checking out my book, it really means a lot! I love hearing feedback so feel free to adress likes and dislikes, I'll be sure to read it!