Soo, Hi there. This is my first Gossip Girl fanfic. I was never really planning on writing for them... Oh it's a drabble by the way.
And this is disclamed(:
Spacious.Colored.Lies.
*A one-shot*
You, Blair Waldorf are the epitome of perfect.
Perfect hair.
Perfect clothes.
Perfect laugh.
Perfect grades.
Perfect, life.
And some days, some days when you're feeling argumentative, you repeat to yourself that, you Blair Waldorf, have the perfect boyfriend too.
He's handsome, rich, and is quite possible attending Yale with you in the Fall.
He's everything a girl could ask for, and more.
He's got all the girls fawning over him like the new lypo treatment that had just come out in early January, after Christmas, when all the girls needed it most.
And maybe, maybe that's the problem.
Because then there's the days when you feel... accepting. And those are the days you seem to lose the most control. Simply because those are the days that you admit to yourseld that indeed, Nathaniel Archibald is not the perfect boyfriend. And he probably never will be.
Those are the days when you think back to all of his excuses to where he's been. Why he hasn't showed up. Why he couldn't go.
And they all seem to make you laugh a little.
Because maybe, just possibly they're all horrid, horrid lies.
And maybe realizing that makes you laugh just little more. In a sick, horribly twisted way.
But, maybe that also makes you cry. And crying isn't as bad, but you don't want to cry. Because you're quite positive perfect people don't cry.
And maybe that makes you realize that you are not the epitome of perfect. Because the epitome of perfect's boyfriend certainly wouldn't be fooling around with it's best friend.
Certainly not.
I have no earthly idea what this is... and I'm aware. It's predictable(:
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