A/N: Hi everyone! This is a Dan/Serena story. I wrote this after watching the promos for "Woman on the Verge" so be warned… There are mild spoilers inside, which, of course, belong to the wonderful writers of GG. That being said, please read and review. :D Thanks!
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CHAPTER 1: Messier than all the Jimmy Choos, Prada Bags, and Designer Clothes
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She couldn't find a thing.
Serena Van der Woodsen's room was this: a complete and utter mess. But she didn't care. And if hiding under all the clutter would make all the pain and problems go away, then she wouldn't mind, in any bit, to bury herself in all the Jimmy Choos, Prada bags, and designer clothes that littered the room.
But that was impossible.
What was hopefully possible, though, was to find her SAT reviewer. She remembered falling asleep while studying the night before. She attempted to clear her bed of all the clothes, scarves, school things, and whatnot.
"Where is it?!" She groaned in nuisance throwing a Marc Jacobs top onto the floor.
After what seemed like forever, a small pile of folders finally caught her eye. She sighed; feeling a bit satisfied to have finally found what she was looking for. She grabbed the folders briskly sending papers flying all over the floor.
As fast as that one bit of satisfaction has come, it was gone. She sighed of desperation this time, getting on her knees and attempting to retrieve the new mess that was her reviewer. As she was picking papers here and there, arranging them by page number, four pieces of spiral-notebook paper caught her dead in her tracks.
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10-08-05
I was accidentally invited to a birthday party. I met a girl there. She said only two sentences to me but I've never forgotten her.
Her name was Serena and she was the most beautiful girl I ever saw. She was excited and keen about the whole thing. She could have got started again if it hadn't been for her enthusiasm…
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She tore her eyes away from it, haphazardly wiping the hot tears threatening to fall from her eyelids. She cleared her throat in an attempt to regain composure, tucked a few golden locks behind her ear, and stowed the pieces of notebook paper safely where it had been.
Barely a minute passed as a shaky sigh escaped her lips, shoulders slumped in defeat. She let her emotions get the best of her allowing fresh tears to fall from her face without even attempting to brush them away.
The only thing that could make everything better was the one thing that caused this much pain.
But it was over.
He was done.
Her pedestal has fallen.
And the pain will never go away.
Serena Van der Woodsen's room was a mess… But not as messed up as her life.
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A/N: The letter was, of course, Dan's pre-present for Serena in "Roman Holiday", which I don't own. Sorry, this chapter's way too short but I was just planning on setting the stage, lol. Okay, shutting up now. Tell me what you think.