Lipstick Junkies and Pantyhose Princesses
Blair Waldorf.
Beautiful, Bitchy and a future Queen.
Serena Van der Woodsen.
Gorgeous, famous and fashionista.
Charlie Rhodes.
Cute, Innocent and up-and-coming socialite.
At least on the outside.
The truth:
Blair Waldorf.
Heart Broken, Lonely and Pregnant before her time.
Serena Van der Woodsen.
Haunted by her mistakes, Lost and A Tainted Soul.
Charlie Rhodes.
Liar, Traitor and Running from her Past.
Swip,
Swip,
Pout and Pucker.
Lipstick stained, hearts on their sleeves, these girls.
Crumbling,
Falling,
Sinking.
Drowning.
Chuck Bass or the Prince of her Dreams. Confused and close to tears, Blair forces her self to calm down. Composes herself into the collected, aristocratic woman she pretended to be.
Dab,
Dab,
Brush and Pucker.
Perfects her make-up and dresses in a flattering red muumuu to hide her baby-bump, the future heir to the throne of Monaco.
Looks at herself in the mirror and sighs.
She looks perfect. A paragon of beauty.
Inside, she knows she's broken. She broke; when Chuck gave his blessing to her and Luis' relationship. Shattered; when she found she was pregnant. Splintered, when she realised the child was Luis' and not Chucks. Her heart detonated; when she thought she'd lost everything. The child, Chuck and Luis. As the cars windshield scattered. So did her dreams. Blair Waldorf is a broken woman. A lipstick junky with no hand to hold.
Disappearing,
Vanishing,
Hurting inside.
Lost deep in the forest of Life.
Stalking proudly through the streets of New York, back straight, immaculate style.
Nobody could tell Serena Van der Woodsen had spent the morning on her bed, listening to depressing music and staring mindlessly up at the white, white ceiling. Trying to forget that her best friend was in the bathroom across the hall, struggling to keep her emotions in. Trying to forget that her ex-boyfriend and maybe, possibly the love of her life had written a book starring her as some drunken, drugged up whore, whilst Blair was portrayed as his Empress.
Forget that her beloved cousin was some random white trash wannabe who was indirectly the reason two of her precious people had almost died.
Compact mirror out of her even more compact shoulder bag.
Lip-gloss on.
Flick,
Swish,
Pop and Pucker.
Serena Van der Woodsen is an isolated princess. Heart slowly freezing from the chill of the world around her. She is a lipstick junkie alone until taken home.
Liar,
Liar,
Pantyhose on fire.
Charlie Rhodes, or Ivy Dickens. Even she cant tell who she is nowadays. Boarding pass in hand, she looks around nervously as she steps into the departure lounge. Her stories out now. Nothing to do but run and hide and lie. Always lie. With her now black dyed hair and goth makeup, Ivy Dickens/ Charlie Rhodes is still living a lie.
And with enemies as powerful as the Upper East Side, she knows she'll always have to hide.
Until she dies. Alone.
Or with a family who could never know the truth.
Black lipstick in her shaky hands.
Swipe,
Smother,
Coat and Pucker.
Peering down onto a reflective bin lid as she reapplied. How far she had sunk. From the golden silk dresses of New York parties, to touching up her makeup in a bin lid. She was a Lipstick Junkie with nowhere to go.
Never anywhere for them to go.
A/N- Review my lovelies! And I will love you for life. Honest.
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