Author's note: Hey, everybody! I own nothing, unfortunately. Thanks for reading!


[ Welcome back, Upper Eastsiders! Was your summer as awesome as mine? I know you missed me… Apparently there's no drama without me! Sure, some rumors about K and I being a secret lesbian couple, but we all know that's not true – if they were, they wouldn't be keeping something that juicy to themselves. So, don't be shy, tell me what you did… or who. I know you all love the limelight. You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl ]


The bar of the Palace hotel was always full by 9; the day before schools started again was no exception. Still, it took several minutes before the gorgeous girl sipping her vodka cranberry got approached, despite her long legs barely covered by her dark green mini-dress, her fiery red curls that fell halfway down her back, and her large green eyes that matched perfectly with her dress.

She'd assumed the men in a hotel bar would all be older men trying to pick up a girl to cheat on their older wives with, so she was all ready with a snappy retort for the man who placed his hand lightly on the small of her back and whispered in a sinfully sexy bedroom voice, "This has to be your first time here, because I would have remembered such gorgeous hair."

So when she turned around and saw a teenaged… well, you couldn't call him a boy, with the masculinity that oozed from his every pore… she had had a hard time keeping the smirk on her face. She did, though, and replied easily, "As a matter of fact, it is."

She watched his eyes slowly and blatantly trail down her body, and resisted the urge to snap at him. She'd finally placed that self-confident smirk and striking face and she wanted to mess with him a little before she explained who she was.

She waited patiently for him to finish being perverted and actually talk to her. She predicted he'd make some cheesy line that only a Bass could pull off. Sure enough – "Well, can I show you our famed hospitality, get you a room perhaps? I do have some sway here." She smiled to herself, and said nonchalantly, "Oh, right, your father owns this hotel, doesn't he, Chuck?"

She smirked at the bewilderment that flashed across his face before he could compose himself and say, "Oh, so you've heard of me?" He leaned in a little and half-whispered, "Doesn't seem fair, you know who I am, and I don't even know your name."

She reached for the hand he'd placed on her thigh and pushed it away from her, then grabbed it again to shake it. "I'm Miranda Dunkirk. And, yes, Charles Bass, I do know quite a lot about you."

She swallowed the last of her drink and stood up, grabbing her purse and turning to face Chuck, who looked intrigued. He stepped forward, blocking her way to the door. "Let me guess. You read Gossip Girl?" She threw her head back and laughed. "No, no, no, Chuck. I know so much more than that." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Gossip Girl is my best friend."


[ Since when do I have to find all my info myself? Am I the only one who's on top of the juiciest news we've had since the two break-ups this summer? Don't worry, I'm not really mad, just a little disappointed. I'll let you all in on the secret tomorrow, when I have more time to dish.

Right now, I'm too busy planning my outfit and memorizing my schedule. I'll give you a little preview though – Check out the pic! Who's the fiery redhead whispering in C's ear? You know he's not paying her, otherwise it wouldn't even be news… Stay tuned for my biggest scoop since S & D's break-up! You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl. ]