Hearing her describe her youth wasn’t very surprising to Chey. Albeit a little disappointing, but not surprising. Chey never liked the way Blair talked about herself - even if most of what she said was true, the way she conveyed it all was like she was describing a ghost. Knowing her for the time she had, she found it pretty impossible to imagine there was ever a time in her life where she was ‘pretty average’ in everything she did. Chey chewed on her inner cheek as she searched for her words to reply and watched as Blair made her way back into the room. She followed and left the door open to allow a breeze to roll through. She sat on the opposite side of the bed and leaned her back against the bed frame. “I wasn’t much different than what I am now,” Chey began to answer her. “I was a little more rambunctious - a firecracker. Believe it or not, I was even more stubborn back then. One time my brother joked that I would never be able to make the cheerleading squad, so what did I do? I auditioned and made it, of course… I had no desire to be on the fucking cheerleading squad, but every desire in the world to prove him wrong.” She chuckled at the memory. “I might have been a bit more confident in myself back then, but sometimes I wonder if that was all fake… I was Saltorian, friends with many, I focused a lot on making music and making people laugh. I guess I tried to be a bit of everything… I tried to be perfect, too. I wanted to be ‘the girl next door’, y’know?” Even though they were different in many ways, she realized that maybe just maybe she had tried being the perfect child and perfect person to everyone she met. Chey looked over at Blair and shrugged. “Most of all, I was just… sad. Sad all the time, but never showed it. Not even a little.” Chey sighed a little and was thankful that it wasn’t as bad as she was as a kid. Life, believe it or not, got easier in some regards. She just had to keep living it - the hardest part of life. “So, yeah. I would’ve been your friend. I might’ve corrupted you some, but I would’ve liked being your friend… Because I know you now and there’s nothing average or boring about you. I refuse to believe there ever was.” She gave a small smile and looked down at her legs that stretched out onto the bed. Wordlessly, she got up and walked over to the mini fridge that was stocked with over priced beverages. She took a bottle of water out and walked it over to Blair. “Here,” she told her, encouraging her to drink it. “Might help ya.”
“Gosh, you sounded like a dream. I would have been intimidated. It sounds exhausting too.” Blair honestly said, commending Chey on well her personality. If he could have a grain of what she has then she’ll be thankful... maybe life would be easier. But she can also see where the sad areas could come from; behind the scenes there are shitty things happening and sometimes it’s what powers to portray a certain kind of persona. When Chey complimented her, she almost thought that it was too kind that it warped in her mind that it was not true. “You have that. I’ll just get my one from my room. You should rest.” Blair got up from the bed and grabbed her heels. “Goodnight Chey.” She simply said and walked out of the room into hers. On top of being busy with work, Blair kind of chooses to stay away from friends, not lingering too long around them, because she did not want them to know about her bipolar diagnosis. Her high-profile family have done everything to keep things a secret ever since she was a teenager and she has done the same with keeping this in her and their best interest. Her breakup with her ex had something to do with it even though the other would deny, out of kindness, that she was getting tired of dealing with Blair; she could feel and see it in the last year of their relationship. Medications keep her as the Blair everyone knows but it can only do so much sometimes. In the latter part of the evening, she has been making it seem that she needed to sleep; she is tired and she does want to sleep, but her body tells her no. She does not want Chey to know that’s why she left the room. Blair has been functioning on two to three hours of sleep the last two weeks and episodes have been coming more frequently. She dropped her heels and went into the shower and ran cold water down her body. Afterwards, she sat on the bathroom floor and stared idly into the wall and allowed time to fly by that she was almost dry. When she found the strength to ground herself into the here and now, she looked at herself in the mirror and felt the frustration of why she needed to feel so many unnecessary emotions with no prompts. Her make-up was messy and so she used tissues to wipe it enough and changed into a shirt and shorts. Suddenly, she felt bad of how she left Chey along with a long list of her sudden exists in her life before reappearing again as if nothing happened, or how Chey was so vulnerable talking about mental health earlier that she has not disclosed this personal battle which is a huge part of her life because she was ashamed. It was around three-thirty in the morning and Blair left her room and knocked on Chey’s door, “Hi. You told me I’m not average... You’re right in the sense that my mind’s not. It’s a bit broken. I feel extreme highs and lows, rarely anything in between. I can stare into open space for hours on end. Sometimes in extreme cases I don’t know what’s real or not or where I am.” Blair just blurted out, not knowing how to go about it as she has never planned on telling Chey before.
