You were sleeping in Chuck's bed. The NYU dorms were just not for you lately, especially after being dethroned by Dan Humphrey. You hate that guy. Lately, sleeping is more of a chore than it is enjoyable. Usually, sleeping is your favorite part of any day, but sometimes, you have these dreams where rather than you're in a good Audrey Hepburn movie, you're a bad actress in a bad movie.

Tonight, it was 'All About Eve.' You were accompanied by your very best boyfriend. You were frantic. "Are you okay?" Dream Chuck asks. "No! No.. I'm not okay." Dream you says back in a panic. You're Bette Davis!! This is a travesty. And who was Eve? Nightmare fuel!! Vanessa Abrams going to take the trophy that was supposed to be yours??

You woke up out of breath. Chuck, who had just walked into the room and overheard your frantic breathing, raised a curious eyebrow. "Bad dream?" Real Chuck asked you. You looked as if you were about to cry. "Don't tell me it was 'Charade' again. I know how terrifying you find Walter Matthau."

"Worse." You replied. "I was in 'All About Eve.'" Chuck looked down at you. "That's not a Hepburn movie." He observed.

"I know." you looked so distraught. "I was Bette Davis!" You informed him with a disbelieving scoff. "I've never been Bette Davis before, I'm always Aubrey Hepburn." You were meant to be a star! Not.. her..

He sat down beside you in bed. You leaned over to rest your face on his chest, where he put his chin and lips on the crown of your head. "Who was Eve?"